That night he pressed a paper into her hands and told her to run, to burn the paper, to never stray from its words, had an impression on her life that she'd never really talked about. But it affected everything. "You're gonna run like hell when you get to out onto the street. Don't stop. Don't ever stop," Was it still worth it, curled up on the cement floor? Yes. Knowing that what you're doing is good doesn't ensure that it'll ever be easy. Bucky learned that many years ago in his childhood, and over again in World War Two. So why was the world still trying to teach him that, after everything he'd been through? Pain, pain, pain, for every choice you try to make yourself. Being yourself causes the pain... that was what Hydra taught him. What Hydra wanted him to believe. And he wished he didn't have to believe it, but it was true. Of course she didn't want to lie to him. He was like hope in the darkness, even when he was part of the darkness. Every time he went through shit, he inspired her. That night when he'd pressed a paper into her hands and told her to run, to burn the paper, to never stray from its words, had had an impression on her life that she'd never really talked about. But it affected everything. Cover by @planetaryfire (thanks so much!)

The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.

"The only way out is through." ***Warning: Is very triggering. Lots of detailed descriptions of abuse*** When your life turns into a nightmare and something really horrible happens to you, you believe while it's happening someone is going to burst in any minute and save you, you picture a loved one or even a heroic stranger; anyone to help you. Just like in every movie, book or tv show. Any minute now they would come... Unfortunately, in real life, that just doesn't happen. No one bursts in to save you. No one speaks up to stop the horror happening to you. The nightmare continues on uninterrupted and you're forced to live through it, every second, until it's done. And still no one bares witness. Only you, and the one hurting you. " NOTE: this is for anyone who has been through trauma and felt trapped, almost enslaved to your abuser....knowing help would not come. And saving yourself was the only option. Hayley is half wolf- half human. Hunter is an alpha. Which means when Hayley tries to break up with him he uses his superior status to keep her in spot, abusing her as he sees fit. Cayden is a new student, and a lone wolf and even as he falls for Hayley, he knows he can't save her from the schools rich brat but that he can train her to save herself.

Years of abuse "I shakily touched my cheek to see blood on my fingers and broke down into tears" Lies "It's nothing, I'm fine" And fear "I started crying, trying to cover my head" Until 13 year old Y/N was Saved. *Please note this is not your typical BF/GF fanfic. There are also dark topics and vulgar language starting from chapter 8* *Sorry, I used 'she' as the pronoun. But you can replace it with your specification.* COMPLETED

[BOOK 1] [NOT EDITED] ❝if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?❞ she had the perfect life, with ideal parents, loving family however that came to an end when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. at the pure age of nine, she started dealing with abuse. her father became an alcoholic and drug addict. she was bullied in school by multiple people but she never talked back. you can say she was under this illusion that she deserved everything she was getting because of her father. until one day. he never had the perfect life. his father is a complete piece of shit that he had to tolerate till this day. he spoke back and wouldn't take his shit anymore. the only reason he was still talking to his father was because of his mother and little sister. many traumatic things happened to him, which was the start of his anger issues. he didn't know if he could be tamed. he speaks rudely to her and she doesn't respond. ❝mine.❞

|NOT EDITED! CHAPTERS AREN'T EDITED| completed<3 Anastasia Rodriguez is 17 years old girl, who's -of course - living with her parents. Although her family is rich and' wealthy ', she and her parents have more downs than ups. They have high standards for her. She's fighting but she's not really surviving. With mental and physical abuse her mental health is dying. Would she ever be loved, saved or seen? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You won't let me go right Kai?" I asked him to be sure. Beacuse I can't lose him now. He shook his head "Never. Not even death would separate us apart" he said and kissed my forehead ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Sorry if I typed some things wrong. I'm usually writing this very fast so idek. TW: abuse,little bit of ED,swear words, hospitals (?), suicide attempts #1 mentalproblems #1 surviving #2 suicide attempts #2 survive #7 fightingforsurvival #10 suffering #7 saving (June 6, 2022) #1 overthinking (August 8, 2023)

Willow couldn't think of a day that wasn't horrible for her. Since she was a young child she has been in the system trying to survive it, but slowly the will of wanting to be here has been slowly disappearing from her. The only thing-things that kept her going is the fact that she has soulmates... 65 of them and she wants to meet them, at least one of them before the world around her goes dark. ------ Still not the best at this part ------- Please read notes. WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ nsfw ⚠️ depression ⚠️ anxiety ⚠️ ED ⚠️body dysmorphia ⚠️ drug use ⚠️ suicide thoughts and actions ⚠️ violence ⚠️ others

Anastasia Smith, a sad, depressed, shy, lonely teenage girl going through what could be considered hell on earth. Her life had been utter hell. Her parents passing away at the tender age of seven, her older brothers, her protectors neglecting and abusing her, almost being raped. That's a lot for a person to handle, it's even more to handle when you're a fourteen year old girl, who feels like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. One day, a line was crossed and Anastasia Smith couldn't pretend anymore. She thought she was a goner, and when she was able to escape her hell on earth, she knew that it was time to leave. Anastasia Smith is the run-away little sister who was hurting more than anyone ever thought. And this was only the beginning of her story.

10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

Every part of me was on fire. It felt like I was dying with every movement Willow made on top of me, and it felt like she was bringing me back to life with each kiss she planted on my skin with her sweet lips. Her nails dig into my chest, and she starts bouncing faster, her hair loosening and her arms curl around my neck. "Not too fast, please. Fuck." I moan against her skin. "I can't take it." I breathe. "I can't- slower." I'm whispering and whimpering and gasping into her skin, and Willow slows down, resorting to slow hips rolls and bounces. The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. I'm gasping and moaning and Willow collapses on top of me, her chest heaving up and down. I run a shaky hand up and down her back, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. ------------------------------------------------------ Willow Zommer and Ennis Weston were childhood friends. They grew up together and lived their lives with the other's shoulder to lean on. When Ennis moves away for two years, Willow promises to wait for him. When he returns, there are big changes in Willow. Not only physically, but emotionally. Ennis feels something towards Willow that he hadn't before, but Willow is a new person who doesn't think of Ennis as her friend anymore. Ennis has to deal with the heartbreak of his best friend not needing him anymore and has to find a way to cope with the hurt. Can Willow and Ennis find their way back to each other, again? 🫶 Second book in the 'Devotion Series'. Can be read as a standalone. Started: 17 May 2024 Completed: