THEY REJECTED ME and I BECAME SACRED. If only that night didn't come, maybe my family will love me again, maybe I won't see hate and disgust in my parents' eyes, maybe my brother and I will become inseparable again, maybe my sister won't become a bitch, maybe he and i will be together. SO MANY MAYBE'S Rosemoon pack , I loved it and now I hate it . My family is the beta's family. They loved me until I couldn't shift that night. Everyone left me . He left me, I thought parents loved their child regardless of anything, i thought mates are meant for each other, apparently mine didn't, MY PACK DIDN'T LOVE ME AT ALL. WARNING: Violence and blood is included. If you don't like bloody scene, you can skip the chapters but you might find information in those bloody chapters to understand the story more.

I wrote this when I was like 13. Never edited it. Read at your own risk. Hate A very strong word Love An even stronger emotion There will always be things you want, things that you need But how many of them you can actually get? That is life, it makes us lust about things we can't have and if we do, we are trapped. This is a journey about a girl with a past which isn't exactly filled with flowers but isn't exactly filled with storms too. And has traveled to let it go. It's just one year. Where will a year with Williams take her? We all want things, we crave them, we need them to breathe and carry on. But can we have them? That is what changes lives It changed Emmy's Highest rank #82 in teen fiction

Promiscuity is addictive. It's so safe. You are not at risk of getting hurt, physically maybe , But emotionally ? No And the emotional pain is by far the worst. I know this because I've experienced both. Physical pain, from my alcoholic father, sexual abuse from his friends. It hurt, it really did. I have scars to show. But let me tell you, the worst type of hurt is the emotional pain. That pain you get when after years of building a wall around yourself, you FINALLY let someone in. You let that one special person in. You bring down your walls. You give your heart. You let him hold your heart in his palms even though you know the risks. You have so many dreams and fantasies about being with this person forever. And he leads you on. It feels good But then he turns around and crushes your heart. He squeezes the life out of it and you feel pain that you never thought was humanly possible. You feel so much pain you can't breathe. And then , you become cold. You stop feeling. You have no heart anymore. You become heartless, promiscuous, bad, really bad. Yes , that happened to me. Ben did that to me. It hurt. It hurt too much. But now I'm safe . Because I'm the bad girl. The one who doesn't have a heart left to be broken.

The second I saw her my skin heated and heart skipped a beat. I knew I had to know who she was. I knew I just needed to be near her. After my horrible marriage I knew getting involved with anyone was the worst thing I could possibly do. The problem was the girl of my dreams was standing right in-front of me partially guarded. She knew my family and knew about my past which should scare me away, but it doesn't it only draws me closer to her. My brother is getting married, I'm the best man, she's the maid of honor. If I screw this up even a little bit everyone is going to have my ass. The second I saw him my mouth went dry. His sculpted arms in that t-shirt covered in ink, my body was telling me to run the other way, to not get involved with this gorgeous dangerous man with a military past. Those gorgeous blue eyes however pulled me in and saw right through every part of me. He's my best friends soon to be brother-in-law, and I have legal custody of a child that isn't mine. Nobody wants to be with a single mom these days, what makes him any different?

Haunted by the mantra "I'm nobody," I echoed these words in my mind, feeling as though my entire existence revolved around catering to the happiness of others. Despite having friends, a constant undercurrent of self-doubt lingered, as if I were an anchor holding them back. In the shadow of my brother Adam's fame with the renowned band Three Days Grace, I was the family's black sheep, an outcast in our town. My academic prowess and hardworking nature seemed to count for naught, dismissed by my father as failure. Even my past relationship revealed a cruel truth - I was a mere experiment for my ex-boyfriend's infidelity. While my brother Adam basked in the heroics of our town, I felt cast aside, deemed a potential threat to other teens and shunned like a contagious disease. Despite my pleas for help falling on deaf ears for years, my existence seemed insignificant, unnoticed. The reflection in the mirror, one last look before I just contemplated ending it all, reflected a soul weary of pleasing others at the cost of my own emotions. With black lipstick, I scrawled a poignant question on the mirror: "Are you happy?" In the final, desperate act, as I pushed myself to the brink, a rush of relief mingled with the pain. Yet, as I succumbed to the darkness, a familiar voice called my name, disrupting the silence. Awakening to a hospital room, my feet tied to the bed, a blond-haired, blue-eyed figure lay by my side, a silent sentinel. Even in my darkest moment, he defied my wishes, standing vigil over the remnants of a life I sought to escape. The tangled web of emotions unfolds as I grapple with the unexpected second chance, questioning whether the bonds of love and resilience can conquer the shadows that once consumed me.

I was 17 when I ask him to take my virginity but he explicitly said no. Now, eight years later I need to ask him the same humiliating question again. Hopefully, this time he won't spit his drink in my face. ******************************************* "Do you think you're ready to be fucked, Cassandra?" Why do I find him so hot when he said those crude words? I'm not sure if I'll be scared or be turned on. I stumble on the couch trying to move away from him because he's already too close. His breathing is too fast and I can hear his heart beating so loudly or is it mine? He crouched down to my eye level and holds both my arms on the side to steady me then whispered huskily in my ear. "I have to warn you though, I can be rough Cassandra. I can fuck your brains out that you'll forget your own name. Then he looks at me directly in the eyes and I just notice how dark his eyes now. Unfortunately, love, I don't think your little body can handle me." -Please don't forget to vote-

I was close to dying if not from my sister. I went from bitches at school to my alcoholic, addict abusing mother. Then my best friend decided he wanted stop be part of the crew that cries for me to give me another reason to live. I didn't want another one but...it feels nice. Warning: This is rated MATURE for a reason. Mentions of cutting, abuse, alcoholism, bullying, gayness, and Gacha pictures because they help me visualize my characters better. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, get the hell away from my story, no one said you had to sit here and read this. I am not a professional writer but I did try with what my pain and emotions gave me. The entirety of the story is explained over time so if you want to sit and read, be my guest. Our protagonist is Ryan and let's just say he's gonna go through hell and back.

"I loved you like there was no tomorrow yet you left like yesterday didn't mean a thing" All my life I wished for was a family .A happy home to come to I've had it but it all came crumbling down when my mom took me from my only happiness and she would be the reason the world showed it's dark side at a young age. Sneak Peek: "Wow" "she's a goddess" "who is that" "she is a beauty" "what an attention seeker" I walk down the ball smiling softly at all the guests.I walk behind my brothers and papa while Lucas is beside me.I don't miss the lust from men or the jealous glares women are giving me.But what surprises me the most is I see a face I never thought I would see ever again.... Under editing 👋 READ MY BOOK TO FIND OUT July 15😊 Sequel will be out in a while😘

This is book 3 of the Kings & Saviours series! You have to read SALVATION and KING before reading this one. Natasha: Fuck. I can see Cole but I can't get to him. I can speak to him but I can't reach out to touch him. We both knew this was a possibility. We were prepared, but they caught us off guard and now they're probably going to make me watch as they kill him. Mathias's sadistic little games will get old quickly. I have to find a way to kill them all before they can touch what's mine. I'll get us out of here, Cole, or I'll fucking die trying. I love you more than life, baby. Elena: My guys have given me the best birthday. I've never been happier. My life feels like a fucking dream. Deacon places a massive cake in front of me with twenty-three candles in it and Lucas bites down on my cheek before I blow them out. Just as Logan is cutting me a slice, Dorian's phone goes off. He raises a brow as he looks at the number and we all stare at him. He answers the call, "Trevor?" Trigger warnings!! BDSM, explicit sex scenes, violent sex scenes, onscreen and detailed rape scenes, knife play, breath play, blood & gore, torture, murder, violence, drug use, explicit religious imagery. This is a dark erotica/thiller, please mind your triggers and read with caution.

Forbidden, small-town best friend's little sister romance I've known Desiree since she was five years old. And now that she's all grown up, parading her luscious body around me while her brother is out of town, I'm not so sure how much longer I can resist her. She drives me crazy, and the longer she's in my presence, I don't think I can control my hands or filthy mouth around her any longer. Only, there's a huge problem; she's my best friend's little sister. I've wanted to make Desiree mine since I kissed her on her eighteenth birthday. But her brother, Dante, and my best friend threatened that if I were ever to do that to her again, I'd be sorry, and said if I didn't wish to lose my lifelong friendship with him, I'd know what's good for me if I kept my hands and mouth to myself. But I've got some dirty little secrets--ones I know Dante would kill me over if he ever found out what I've done and hidden from him over the years. Now I need to figure out if losing a friendship with him is worth going after what I want. And since Desiree returned from college sporting a massive rock on her ring finger, I need to decide if going after her is worth it. Credit for cover: www.artfulcover.com