⚠️ Warning for foul language usage ⚠️ Warning for triggers {PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "DON'T BELONG"} [Started- May, 25th, 2022] [Ended- July, 20th, 2022] This is an unedited version. Editing is in process "Emma, do you know what happens when someone betrays me?" He says as I notice him slowly, patiently; he ties my hands in front of my eyes with a silk red ribbon. I gulp before asking, "Who betrayed you?" "You! You left me, Emma. You betrayed me; you betrayed my feelings!" He pulls me onto his lap, hooking my now tied hands over his head and his mouth meets with mine. He has me locked against him, not an inch of space separating us. Taking advantage of the position, he finally slides a hand under my dress and I try to wiggle closer, rocking my hips on his lap, needing his touch now. "Now, it's my turn to return your betrayal in favour of my wicked ways." Meeting him that day in the club, made me believe that there are people whom I can trust with my heart. Whom we can care; whom we can love. Emma Lang, an introvert who lives in her house all by herself, closed off from the world and it's people, have frozen food and cereal for meals and writes books for living. The only best thing in her life is what she portraits through her writing. Thankfully she got friends who are extremely opposite of her and tries to make her days less boring. So when they convinces her to come along for a night out she never knew that night at the club will change her life forever. The mysterious man captivated her in ways that she never imagined. Aiden, wasn't a man who let's go of his possessions. Once you are in his arms, there's no escape from the arrogant CEO. Will she allow herself to have a taste of the unknown desire?

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

BOOK 1 OF 3 - "Violet." Harry's voice stops me in my tracks, a shiver snaking up my spine at the steady tone he always seems to carry. I slowly turn back around to face him, our eyes meeting in the dark cab, the only light coming from a street lamp above the car. "Are you al-" He starts to ask that same goddamn question. "Don't." I cut him off. "Don't you ask me that again. Okay? I don't even know you." Harry doesn't say anything and lets me open the door to get out of the car. "That cut wasn't there this morning." He states matter of factly. "What?" I duck my head back down into the cab to look at him again. "Em told me your story about how you split your lip." He looks deeply into my eyes and I'm suddenly self conscious about how attentively he's looking at me . "Unless I missed you sneaking off to play volleyball during work, that was not there before that pompous asshole boyfriend of yours showed up." My mouth falls open slightly, not knowing what to say in response to him calling me out so blatantly. Nothing he's saying is accusatory toward me, he just obviously doesn't believe a single thing I've said. And he's right. They're all lies. I shut the door in his face, my solution for not having a response. I turn around to walk toward my house, a little shaken by this interaction with a perfect stranger who saw right through my bullshit immediately. I hear Harry's car roar back to life as I attempt to unlock the front door with slightly trembling hands. The lack of sleep, drama with Johnny and the conversation I just had with Harry is proving to be too much for one day. I finally unlock the door to push it open, and I turn my head to watch Harry speed off down my street and out of sight. ----------------------------- TW: VIOLENCE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, BODY IMAGE ISSUES, ANXIETY, SEXUAL CONTENT, MATURE Any and all instances depicted are a complete work of fiction. I appreciate you being here, Em

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry. And quite frankly, so am I..." Silence. "Say something for God's sake!" I yell, and I look up just to see him with his head bowed down and his shoulders shaking as he sobs . This is all my fault. This is my mess. ... "I believe you, just like I should have from the start." He says gently, and I just cling on him more as I feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. "Your heart is beating so fast..." I whisper as if it was a secret. "It's beating for you... Always for you, it never stopped beating for you."

Liam has everything a teenage boy could possibly wish for. Money, looks, popularity, and a place in the school's football team. As if not enough, he can choose any girl he wants, and she will gladly stand by his side for as long and he'll have her. Something he has taken advantage of regularly. That is, up until recently. Over a couple of months, things has gradually changed. Liam no longer has the same urge to party, since it seems like he no longer can get it up for any girl, no matter how hard he tries. It has left him feeling lost and... empty. That is, until the day the King brothers move back into town. What happens when Liam bumps into the greenest of eyes he has ever seen, belonging to a person who enters his life and changes it forever. And not per se for the better. ---------------------------------------------------- He leaned forward. I tensed up. His face passed mine as he got closer to my ear. "So you're telling me," he started with a low, seductive voice, "you wouldn't get hard if I were to..." he took a short pause, his breath tickling my ear, sending the sensation straight to my groin, "drop down on my knees right now and swallow your dick completely." "N-no." I hesitantly took another step back, only to be rewarded with a wall press against my back. A low chuckle echoed in the room, teasing my body, making it react in strange ways. "And you're telling me," James continued, "you wouldn't get the tiniest bit... excited, if I were to nibble your ear, like this." It happened within seconds. One moment he was whispering all these idiotic words in my ear, the next he grabbed my earlobe between his teeth and gently bit down, making me jerk forward. Jesus Christ! "What the fuck man!" I shouted, finally re-gaining control over my body and pushing him away. James stumbled a back from the force. Before I had time to leave the room, he quickly grabbed ahold of my arms and slammed them above my head, once again pinning me against the wall.

Even the ones who we least expect it are the ones hurting. You always hear that the same people who laugh the most are the ones hurting in secret. I didn't believe it until I met you. We heal wounds on others because it's easier to fix theirs than ours. We have a lot more in common more than you know. We're two people stuck in a labyrinth with nowhere to go. We'll be alright. -H --- May the games begin... I start shaking my right leg up and down feeling nervous by the way he talks to me. I have no idea how to respond to him. I never planned to actually feel intimidated by him so quickly but I honestly should've expected that from the way he would talk to me or about himself while we texted. "Someone's nervous? Baby, it's okay. I don't bite, unless you want me to," He says seductively. He continues looking at me licking his lips as he then moves his eyes down to my chest staring hard at them. The way his words roll off his tongue is enough to make me feel something in between my legs.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.