LOGINEvery ragged breath I took felt like inhaling glass, and the sound of the bat dragging against the pavement made me feel like I was going to pee myself. “Shit!” I cussed as I stared at the wall in front of me. I should have turned another corner, now we were trapped here with this monster that eats his own children. "You slimy bitch, you think you’re so clever, don't you?" he hissed, his voice bubbling with saliva and spite. "Just like your whore of a mother…that bitch just ran off with my money, left me with nothing,” he sneered, his eyes blazing. “I’d rather put you in the ground than let you walk away from me, Zayn." He spat as he inched closer towards us. Orion was trembling so violently in my arms that I felt his heart beating so fast. He was too young to understand, but he could clearly tell we were both in danger. "Please," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Please, just let him go….he’s just a child. You can kill me, but leave him alone!"My father let out a mocking
~~~ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ~~~THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION…..From that night on, the lock on my bedroom door was a memory. It didn’t matter if I screamed or if I fought until my fingernails were torn and bloody, my father was a man of relentless, drunken energy. Eventually, the beatings and abuse became so frequent and so senseless that I simply... stopped fighting. I learned the art of becoming a statue. I would just lay there, staring at a crack in the ceiling, detaching my soul from my body until the air stopped smelling like gin and the weight finally lifted. He would moan on his own, grunt, choke me and do everything he pleased and when he was satisfied he would leave. He would say, “it's not my fault you are so beautiful. I can't help myself dear.”I hated my skin. I hated the way it felt under his hands, and I hated the way it looked in the mirror. I wanted to take a knife and peel it all off, just to s
~~~ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ~~~THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION…..The door to Orion’s bedroom clicked open, so I scrambled to my feet, my heart clawing at my ribs. I scrubbed my face hard with my sleeves, desperate to wipe away the salt and the terror before my brother could see the wreckage Raymond had left behind."Zayn! I’m ready! I even put my juice box in the side pocket like you showed me!" Orion stood there, his backpack nearly as big as he was, his face glowing with a pride that felt like a knife to my gut.But then his smile faltered. He stepped closer, his small brow furrowing. "Zayn? Why are you on the floor? And why is your face all red?"I didn't answer. I just reached out and pulled him into me, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I held him so tight I feared I might bruise him, but I couldn't let go. He was the only clean thing left in my world."I’m fine, baby," I whispered, "I’m just... I’m so
Raymond’s hands moved with a terrifying gentleness as he set Orion down from his lap. The sight of those long fingers brushing crumbs off my brother’s chin made the air in my lungs burn. I stood paralyzed, my ribcage aching, holding my breath as if the slightest exhale would shatter the fragile safety of the room."Go on, little man," Raymond said, his voice smooth. He gave Orion a playful wink. "The adults need to talk about boring things. Go to your room."I finally found my voice, though it was thin and trembling. "Go, Orion. Get your backpack ready for school. Don't come out until I call for you, okay?""Okay, Zayn!" Orion chirped, clutching his bag of chocolate cookies like they were a treasure. He hopped off the sofa, oblivious to the wolf sitting in our living room, and skipped toward his bedroom.The click of his door closing felt like a death sentence.The silence that followed was suffocating. I finally let out that breath, my shoulders sagging as the adrenaline began to cur
~ Zayn's POV ~I'm not innocent! I never pretended that I was.Life has dealt with me in the most cruel ways and I would do anything to survive, even if it means wriggling through dirt. I had no choice. A man like me who was born with nothing and has to endure everything…I can only keep struggling.The fabric of Rocco’s shirt was too heavy, too expensive, and far too large, swallowing my frame in a way that should have felt ridiculous. Instead, it felt like a warm cocoon. Warm….was a word I wasn't used to. It was strange but somehow it felt comforting.The shirt he picked out for me smelled of that woodsy, masculine cologne and the faint, lingering scent of the expensive liquor he’d been drowning in the night before.As the SUV glided through the waking city, the early morning light turned the buildings into blurry, golden canvas. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the world pass by, and for the first time in a long time, the constant, low-frequency hum of
"Fuck Zayn!” I grunted when he grabbed my dick.“You're hard aren't you?” He kissed my jaws as I pulled my head back. He pressed my balls with his fingers and I groaned and looked down at him to see him grinning.This little kitten was messing with me. “Zayn …”“I know.” He smiled as he kissed me again and started stroking my dick with his hands. I leaned into him, letting him work me.The sensation of the hot water combined with his expert touch was almost too much to bear. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, stifling a grunt as he worked me, his own breath hitching as I teased the metal in his skin, grabbed his boobs and playing with his piercings.It wasn't sex, but it was intimate in a way that felt almost more profound. It was like a shared secret in the middle of a storm and I loved every moment of it.The next morning, the sunlight was filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. I woke up slowly, feeling a warmth against my side that I wasn't used to. I opened my eyes
~ Williams POV ~The last thing I remembered was the world turning upside down, the screech of metal on asphalt, the smell of burning rubber, and a pain so sharp it felt like my very soul was being shredded to pieces. I had fought to stay conscious, my mind screaming only one name, “Dante, Dante,
The ticking of the wall clock was the only thing keeping me sane at the moment and reminding me I was still bound to reality. It had been over twenty four hours now and the silence in this VIP suite was becoming unbearable. I hadn’t moved from the chair beside Liam’s bed since I was allowed to fin
I stared at Marco, the silence between us heavy enough to crush diamond into powder. But I didn't explode. I didn't even growl. I just sat there, feeling the cold weight of his words sink in."My fault?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, devoid of its usual predatory edge. "How is it my fault tha
The minutes I had to wait patiently had bled into hours, and the hours had become a slow, agonizing torture that was eating at my insides. I sat in a secluded corner of the waiting wing, my bulk form hunched over, elbows resting on my knees and hands clasped so tightly my knuckles were white as sno







