A mc dedicated to saving children. Stopping sex trafficking. One mission they might get a gift. A gift of a women who has been in there hands for 17 years. A girl who was taken sold raped and abused. Not for weakest of hearts Is she the person who she thinks she is or has her abuse taken her identity.

"Stay away from my daughters." He said, as the servant guided them away infront of my eyes. The ivory bangles in my arm clinked as I put the flick of my hair behind my ear. This would be what... the second argument for today? "You had a step father in your life, who you admire. Why can't I have that relation with your kids?" I spoke, crossing my arms over my chest, trying hard so that the tears in my eyes don't slip out. "Because I don't want them to be knocked up before they are married." He stated again. He shouldn't have gone there. Badtameez "Like your sister was?" I spoke again. My child maybe illegitimate but it wasn't unwanted. "The guy who knocked her up also married her. Which is not true in your case." He said, and walked out of the room as I sat there alone for the third night in the row. I wanted to call my dad, but I had ended all relations with them on my own free will. What would become of me now? Copyright- No parts of this book shall be copied without my permission. My books are only on Watppad and should not be found anywhere.

"Bikes, so many bikes. They are so loud and when they all leave, the walls of the old warehouse shake. Sometimes I fear they will break away. They haven't yet, but it still worries me. I stand over the large 6 burner stove cooking multiple large pots of food. The 3 ovens are working over time as soon as something comes out another thing goes in. It's only myself and Cherry everyday working inside this room. Sometimes I wish I smoked so I could go outside for a break but they gross me out and I could never do that." 🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍 Just before her 18th birthday Sang Sorenson was given away to cover her fathers debt. She always thought she would live a quiet lonely life once she escaped her family. Yet life very rarely works out the way we plan it. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍 This is a short story! I own none of the original characters from C.L Stones books. My muse has been quiet and now she is screaming. I'm hoping this will get me out of my funk and I'll be back to finish my other stories soon. I will try to update this daily since it will be short, yet I will try to make the chapters as long as possible. 😄😄😄😄 *MATURE LANGUAGE THROUGHOUT*

VERY MATURE CONTENT 18 (TRIGGER WARNING!!). Little Lizzie was just five year's old when her mom passed away from cancer, now being raised by her father. They were a happy healthy household until one night a horrific storm changed their dynamic drastically. Lizzie had alway's been afraid of the noises that the storm's made outside her bedroom window so she would alway's hid in her, Daddies bed beside him to feel safe. But this one particular night was different. This one particular storm changed, little Lizzie's life forever no longer able to trust or depend on men because her, Daddy had changed in that one single night. I felt my, Daddies finger's creep down my arm as I laid beside him afraid of the scary monster's outside. He never used to touch me. He used to be my safe place. I felt his fingers slide under the hem of my Jammie's. "Daddy!". "Shhh, Peanut". "Be a good girl for, Daddy". "But I don't like how it feel's, Daddy". "Please don't hurt me". He doesn't answer, he never answers. Just continues with what he's doing as I lay there sobbing. Now at the age of eighteen how will, Lizzie navigate through life. Will she be able to deal with the whisper's and watchful eye of everyone around her, judging her?. Will she be able to find love after the torment she went through growing up?. Will she get past the nightmares?. Read to find out what happen's throughout her journey. (MATURE CONTENT) (18 ) (TRIGGER WARNING)

I had to run. I had to escape in order to survive. Not to save myself, but to protect the life growing inside me. But the devil who ripped away the last six years of my life won't let me go that easily. I belong to him. Took a vow before God to obey him...my husband. Now I'm on the run, hiding in the shadows in fear that he'll find me. But an unlikely hero finds me first, saving my life in the process. When my savior offers me protection against the man determined to drag me back to hell, I need to decide if I can trust him enough to put my life, and the life of my unborn child in his hands. Unfortunately, with a haunted past like mine, trust isn't something I know how to do.

You're a teenager with the love of dancing. As a child, you competed in community dancing competitions with all your friends. Your mother and father supported your love for dancing all the way. Your father would even dance with you sometimes just to spend time with his little girl! Then, one disastrous night when you were thirteen, you and your parents were driving home from your fifth national competition. You won first place, and everyone in your family was proud of you. It began to rain and visibility was decreasing. A drunken driver wasn't paying attention to where you and your family were going, and the drunken driver crashed head on into the vehicle. Your mother didn't make it. A year later, your father became more alcoholic and abusive. He was very devastated over your mother's death just as you were. He kept telling you it was all your fault that your mother died. It is currently three years after your mother's death, and you're sixteen years old. Your father got another woman, and you have a little step sister now. Your father and step mother finally made the decision to send you to a foster family, and that's where you went.

I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

3 sides to every story Yours. Mines. And the truth I act like everything is fine. I laugh at people's jokes, I do stupid shit with my friends and I act like I have a carefree life. It's funny though. When I come back home, I just turn off that mental switch then suddenly I break down. I feel alone, empty, worthless, tired, I can't exactly describe how I feel in two words. It's like I have two different me's. One for the public and one for myself. Only if they knew what happens behind closed doors.. Abuse| rape| exposed| sex| betrayal |love |murder| thugs| love All rights reserved to Tamia Branch ©

Have you ever been in love with your best friend? Well, I certainly have. I'm the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The girl who is an illegitimate child. The girl who is a bastard child. In other words, my mom was a club bunny. The girl who could be anyone's child. When I was just a few months old, she left her old life and started a new one in a new town. My mother met an incredible man. A biker. He had his own son who was a little over a year old. We grew up like siblings. He was my father in my eyes. Events happened that made me leave town at 17. I never thought I would come back to this town after I left almost 6 years ago. But, here I am with my almost 5 year old daughter and son. I thought I could hide the truth. I thought he would never find out. But, hey! When you're in a small town, people talk. And so they did. My son is a spitting image of their father. So, when he came barging through my bar and walking out the back door towards my house. I couldn't hide it anymore. Our children were out in the yard playing for fuck's sake. "Is it true?" "Is what true?" "They're mine aren't they?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "He fucking looks like me McKenzie!" "I..." Tears began to fall from my eyes like the raining falling out the sky. There's no point in lying and trying to hide it anymore. "Were you ever going to tell me?" "No." He turned on his heels and stormed off towards his Harley FXDR 114. He never looked back. And I never blamed him. How could I? I destroyed the man I loved since we were children once again. I slumped to the ground in defeat. Tears falling freely down my face. I felt little hands wipe my tears on my stained cheeks. "It's okay mommy. I caught your raindrops." Started: 9/21/22 Finished: 12/1/22 Edited: 5/21/23-5/22/23

"I'm f-fine, really Chat.." "No you're not. Stop lying." She flinched. "Don't hurt me, please!" She said, thoughtlessly. "W-why would I?" It all made sense. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marinette Dupain-Cheng lost her mother in a car crash when she was 5. But she was still happy with her father. However, Tom Dupain longed for another person in his life, and unknowingly married an abusive cheater. When Marinette was 9, her father died and she was left with her bitchy step-mom, her fucked-up son and the bitch's rapist boyfriend. Lila Rossi existed, meaning Marinette's only safe place became another place that held traumatic memories. Marinette gave up on happiness. But on her 16th birthday when she wished for an angel to protect her and save her, her true saviour came. Chat Noir ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING! THERE ARE MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SWEARING, SELF HARM, ABUSE, RAPE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SUICIDE AND BLOOD. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, I AM SORRY. IF I GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT THAT KINDA STUFF, I WILL PUT A WARNING IN BOLD WITH A LINE OF EMOJIS... If it wasn't obvious by now, I don't own most of these characters. I do however own the storyline so if you're gonna copy it, don't. Started: 17/05/20 Finished: 05/04/21