A Little Life Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

"I know. But it felt real. It always feels real when I wake up." I turn him slowly until he's facing me. His eyes are red-rimmed, glassy, and exhausted. I cup his face with both hands. "You have been triggered a lot lately," I say softly. "Dylan. The videos. The confession. Astrid's death. Your mum. It was too much. Of course your brain went back to the place that hurt you the worst. But that isn’t your reality, baby.” He closes his eyes, his face contorted with anguish.

Your mental health matters. Trigger Warnings: ABÚSE. AMNESIA, BETRAYÀL. BLACKMÀIL. BÔNDAGE. BRÁNDING. BREATH PLAY. CHOKING. DEGRÀDATION. DOUBLE PÈNETRATION. DÚBIOUS CONSENT. EDGÍNG. EXHIBITIONISM. FÔRCED ORGÀSMS. HUMILIÀTION. KIDNÀPPÈD. KNÍFE PLAY.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content warning: This book contains strong language and sensitive content such as sexual harassment, self-harm, and intimate scenes that may not be suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk. La Cuevas #1: When The Star Falls ✓ La Cuevas #2: Hazards of Love

Trigger Warnings: Infidelity, non-consensual voyeurism (making someone watch), psychological abuse, rough sexual play, choking, face slapping, and extreme explicit language. The living room of the Miller household was usually a place of sterile, suburban perfection. Tonight, it was a theater of cruelty. Lydia sat on the edge of the cream-colored sofa, her hands trembling as she watched her husband, Marcus, and her younger sister, Jade, share a bottle of expensive red wine.

Avoid triggers. Redirect your thoughts. Be careful with your mind. The ocean breeze drifted softly through the open balcony doors. My chest rose slowly with each breath. But something about the doctor’s warning lingered uneasily inside me. And for the first time since arriving here— I wondered what would happen if something did trigger me.

I woke up sore, sticky, and strangely happy. My pussy throbbed with a deep, delicious ache between my thick thighs. Uncle Richard had cleaned me up while I slept. The evidence of last night’s raw fucking was gone, replaced by a soft towel between my legs. On the bedside table sat a small note and a white pill. *Take this for the pain, baby. You were such a good girl for me. — R*

The front page showed a photograph of him, Luca, and Aurora from years ago. Luca stood between them in the picture, smiling at something outside the camera frame while a much younger Aurora sat on his shoulders laughing. The sight made him grit his teeth. This picture was taken a few days before the fire that nearly killed the little girl. His face hardened the moment the memory slipped in. Beside the newspaper sat a gray wig. Short. Masculine. Cheap synthetic strands. Vito blinked, then stared at it for one long second. Everything inside him went cold when the dots started connecting.

“Then do it. Pull the trigger.” The offer hung in the air like poison. Lila stared at her, heart pounding, body wrecked, silver coursing through her bloodstream like venom. Every cell screamed. But her hand didn’t waver. Arika coughed weakly. “I always wondered... if you’d be like him in the end.” Lila’s fingers tightened around the trigger. Her mind flashed to blood. To the old nightmares. To the scars she never let heal. “No,” she said quietly. “I’m nothing like him.”

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content warning: This book contains strong language and explicit content that may not be suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk.

I just want to take a moment to reimplement the trigger warning. This portion of the book is going to include some dark themes. There will be many triggering and sensitive subjects so please proceed with caution. This book may become hard to read at times (hopefully) butt I just want to say that you have been warned🤍 Amber's P.O.V I cry silently to myself, feeling the car continue to sway as my arms remain hooked against the metal frames behind me. Different sniffles can be heard around the space as my body continues to fall into the person sitting beside me.