Jasmin estava vivendo muito bem com sua mãe,até que tudo dê um momento pra outro virou de cabeça para baixo. Será que Jasmin concordará com a decisão de sua mãe? Será que ela se dará bem com essa nova vida? Será que ela seguirá as regras normais da sociedade?

Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC

he is 18 years old and adopts a girl who is 17 years old ,just for himself.

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

Sojiro Yamazaki and Grace Paosal story🖤

A Vajákok évszázadok óta egy dologra lettek teremtve: Arra, hogy szörnyeket öljenek. Ríviai Geralt viszont nem mindig cselekedett így. · ✧ ⋆ · ✧ ⋆ Mert nem mindenki választhatja meg a sorsát. Van, akit a sors választ ki, hogy valami nagyobb jóban részesüljön... Vagy akár egy kisebbik rosszban. Eira nem akarta, hogy más döntsön a sorsáról. Ő akarta az irányítása alá kényszeríteni azt. Viszont egy valamivel nem számolt. Vagyis sokkal inkább... valakivel. ❝ ━ Mondd csak Vaják... Kicsit sem tartasz tőlem? - a lány rezzenéstelen arccal nézett farkasszemet a fehér hajú hóhérral, aki a halálát akarta. ━ Nem. - A férfi nem volt túl bőbeszédű, de ez tetszett a lánynak. ━ Pedig jobban tennéd, ha tartanál. - nyugtázta Eira.❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THE WITCHER FANFICTON! Ajánlott korhatár: 16+ Borítót készítette: @winterwanda [A történet a The Witcher univerzumában játszódik! Pár saját karakter kivételével, a többi az eredeti Witcher történetek írójának: Andrzej Sapkowskinak a tulajdona, és minden jog őt, illetve a netflix "The Witcher" c. sorozat készítőit illeti! A fanfictionben megjelenő cselekmények nem mindig kapcsolódnak az eredeti witcher történetekhez! A történet AU (alternatív univerzumban játszódik!) A történet tartalmaz: erőszakos jeleneteket!] 2020 - 2023

*Dark Short Story with triggers including abuse/torture and violence, sexual assault, stalking and home invasion* Someone has been been following me. I never see a face or catch a glance of a shadow but I know somethings not quite right. My life changes forever when I arrive home one day to a nightmare. Just when things seem to be looking up he comes back for me, and this time he wants me for more than just one night. ------ Please note: This is a fictional story. Many, if not the vast majority, of the actions taken by the fictional characters are absolutely not ok in real world, non-fictional settings. This is a dark short story that contains triggers and themes such as kidnapping, graphic sexual assault/ sexual objectification, drugging and abuse/torture. DO NOT continue if you don't enjoy reading that sort of thing in fictional worlds. ------ #1 in: HomeInvasion (January 2024) MatureAudience (January 2024) Heldcaptive (January 2024) Captor (January 2024) #2 in Dark (April 2024) #3 in Force (April 2024) #5 in Force (January 2024) ------ Below are some crisis and help hotlines (US numbers) Suicide, Mental Health Crisis: 988 National Human Trafficking Hotline: 1 888 373 7888 National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1 800 799 7233 Emergency Services: 911

Saving Leah Series Book 7 "So what do you admire most about women?" I ask the man as he sips on his coffee. He smirks as he sets his cup down, acting as if my question was some sort of joke, "Her complete submission, of course." I hum, disproving greatly of this answer as well as all the others before. "Birdie is not the type of submissive to give complete submission easily. What is your plan with that?" I ask him. He just laughs, "Every submissive can be broken in, it is only a test of a dominant's will," he says with a smirk. I smile tightly and slide his application into my folder, having all the answers I need. "So when do I get to meet her?" He asks, suddenly standing as he sees me gathering my things. I smile for real now, taking great pleasure in this part of the project. "Birdie is a flame in need of stoking, not extinguishing. I appreciate your time, but I have a lot of other candidates-" "There is nothing wrong with me holding my submissive up to high standards. I'm an incredibly experienced dominant and-" "This has nothing to do with your experience level. Like I said before-" I try to explain again before he once again cuts me off. He raises his voice going on about himself. I doubt he really cared for Birdie all that much. He's never met her. This is an ego thing. "You have a nice day," I tell him with a sigh, turning and checking my watch as I leave the coffee shop. Appointment four down, six more to go. ---- Birdie, the wild, sassy, and fiery child of Ellie and Charlie is now of age to have her own dominant. With deep insecurities about her own personality, she asks her beloved brother Weston to find her a dominant. Ethan set out in life to be successful and he did just that. He owns his own finance company, his house and a nice car...but no submissive. He finds Birdie's profile online and is intrigued by the vague descriptions and the extensive interview process he must undergo to meet her.

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

In the realm of Quomared, which occupies the biggest part of the continent, magic is a scarce and precious resource. Fewer and fewer humans are born magic bearers throughout the last decades. Zaretha is the only daughter of the Alsayid, religios leader and grand mage of the country, the most powerful still-living sorcerer on the continent in service of the emperor. She is, however, born empty, magicless, to everyone's disappointment. An attempt at a coup d'etate takes place after her twelfth birthday, and her father is assassinated under mysterious circumstances. An orphan now, she is brought to live in The Priory of the White Stones, a home for girls from families that have or had magic-bearing members. They are schooled to be concubines or wives that a noble family can acquire for their heir, because even if magic-less, they still carry the gene and have a fifty percent chance to bear a magic-yielding child. __________________ Mentions: Please don't copy and all that. It makes no sense, just write your own story :). My stories are for mature audience. There will be violence, gore, explicit sex and other stuff not meant for kids. Proceed at your own risk. I will point out the more intense ones but questionable stuff might be all over so if you are sensitive DO NOT read. English is not my first language, feel free to point out the spelling errors, I always appreciate that. I am generally always really happy about Feedback. :)