Dr Glass : Scp

I married a stranger to save my future. I didn’t know he’d already claimed my body, my secrets… and my past. Nova Camille Lawson signs a one-year marriage contract with a man she’s never met—cold, binding, and laced with desperation. It’s supposed to be business. No intimacy. No questions. Damian Drăghici doesn’t follow rules. He writes them. Tall, ruthless, and obscenely wealthy, Damian is a man of control and obsession. He knows Nova’s every curve, every sigh, every soft moan she’s ever made alone in her room… because he’s been watching her for years. Now, she’s in his mansion. His bed. His world. And the lines between protection and possession blur fast. As desire turns dangerous, Nova realizes she may not be surviving this marriage. She may be surrendering to it.

I had a dream that spoiled the whole book for me. It turned out I wasn't the main character, but the mean girl side character. My extremely obsessive brother, whom I wasn't even related to, was actually the main lead. I fell for the second lead and begged for his love, but he never wanted me. Instead, I kept hurting my brother, over and over. Later, my brother was saved by the heroine, and that was when I realized he was the one I truly loved. But by then, it was way too late. And just now, I had forced my brother to drink a glass of wine I'd slipped something into.

In the gritty heart of Duskville, where shadows hide the crimes no one wants to see, Detective Jackson Reyes works like a ghost—unflinching, relentless, and alone. Scarred by a childhood spent watching his mother suffer at the hands of a cruel man, Reyes learned early that justice doesn’t come easily. So he became it. When Lena, a young woman trapped in a world of coercion and violence, walks into his station and tells the truth no one else will hear, something shifts. As Reyes digs deeper into the criminal underworld controlled by Riko and his men, Lena becomes more than a witness—she becomes a reason. A reason to keep fighting. A reason to believe healing might be possible, even for someone like him. ______ Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Power can’t protect Adrien Cross from bullets or from the men who want his body. Damien is the bodyguard, he is brutal, disciplined, and hungry. Lucian is his rival; he is ruthless, obsessive, and willing to burn him alive. He doesn’t expect the first night to end with his back against glass, his bodyguard’s mouth on his throat, and a rival billionaire watching, waiting to join. One night, one kiss, one reckless threesome changes everything. Desire becomes an addiction. Obsession becomes war. But in the end, only one man can have him. But will Adrien’s choice save him or destroy him?

A sweet, aching, slow-burn romance about first love, second chances, and the kind of boy who never let go of control. ⠀ Lila & Anthony. ✨ High school sweethearts. 💃 Secret dances under gym lights. 🌸 A hand-blown glass lily gifted with meaning. ⠀ He was always dominant. Always the one who led. Even back then, when she didn’t fully understand what that meant. ⠀ Years later, when she’s in college and he’s in the Air Force, fate gives them another shot. But some wounds don’t heal easily. And some love stories don’t follow the rules. ⠀ They loved twice. They broke once. This time… Will it be forever?

When I joined my pregnant wife at her class reunion, I heard the thoughts of her male bestie. 'Once she kicks her bum husband to the curb, the money's all mine!' He was snuggling up to my wife, raising his glass in salutations with a perfect smile, but I still caught the flicker of disgust in his eyes. 'Stupid sow thinks I'm in love with her? Who would care about her if it weren't for her money?' He had no idea that Mary's family had gone bankrupt long ago, and her life of luxury now was all thanks to me!

Giorgo Romero, der Don der Familie Romero, wurde von einem selbstmordbereiten Wahnsinnigen in einen Hinterhalt gelockt, der Sprengstoff am Körper trug. Damals waren mein Mann Fabio Lopez und seine Männer bereits mit seiner Jugendliebe Reina Digiorno auf einer Modenschau, um sie dort zu beschützen. Statt den Signal-Knopf an meinem Ring zu drücken, stürzte ich mich trotz meiner hochschwangeren Verfassung auf Giorgo. So schaffte ich es, ihn mit meinem Körper vor der Explosion zu schützen. In meinem vorherigen Leben drückte ich den Knopf. Fabio ließ Reina zurück, um schnell zum Tatort zurückzukehren und Giorgos Leben zu retten. Wegen dieses Einsatzes wurde er zum Underboss befördert. Doch Reina war wütend auf Fabio, weil er sie vorzeitig allein gelassen hatte. Aus purer Trotzreaktion überquerte sie die Autobahn. Dabei wurde sie von einem Auto erfasst und starb. Fabio sagte zwar nichts, aber am Tag, an dem bei mir die Wehen einsetzten, ließ er mich in ein unterirdisches Auktionshaus bringen. „Der Don hatte so viele Soldaten als Schutz! Warum hast du mich überhaupt gezwungen zurückzukommen? Doch nur, weil du den Ruhm willst, die Frau des Underboss zu sein! „Wäre es nicht um dich, wäre Rena nicht gestorben! Du musst tausendmal so viel Leid wie sie ertragen!“ Ich konnte nur zusehen, wie die Gäste nacheinander auf meine Organe boten. Nicht einmal die Nabelschnur meines Neugeborenen blieb von der Auktion verschont. Am Ende starb ich an einer Infektion, die während der Organentnahme entstanden war. Als ich meine Augen wieder öffnete, war ich zurück an dem Tag, an dem Giorgo überfallen wurde.

By a twist of fate, my husband, Morgan Lancaster, and I perish together in a sea of flames. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day we received our marriage certificate. In my previous life, we appeared to be a loving couple in the eyes of others, yet Morgan refused to share a bedroom with me the entire time we were married. It was only moments before our deaths that I discovered I was merely a substitute for his first love and that he had chosen to remain chaste for her for life. After getting another chance at life, neither of us mentions the past. Instead, by mutual understanding, we file for divorce that same day. From that point on, we go our separate ways. Eight years later, Morgan shows up arm in arm with his childhood sweetheart, Freya Springer, at a business summit. He is now a prominent and celebrated rising star in the business world. Seeing me dressed in a plain outfit, he approaches with a glass of champagne. His tone drips with mockery as he asks, "Ms. Smith, even if you still have feelings for me, there's no need to dress like a waitress just to get close to me. You aren't hoping for a reconciliation, are you?" I say nothing and simply smile as I wave at someone in the distance. My son, Theo Coltrane, toddles over and tugs at the hem of my shirt. "Mommy, Daddy says that he's tired from waiting so long. When are you coming home with us?" The smile on Morgan's face freezes instantly, and he nearly loses his grip on the glass in his hand.

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

And here I was, seated on the balcony, staring at the rain pitter and patter against the glass coverage walls with my bodyguard seated there, a book in hand. I don't know his problem. I know from his attitude that he wasn't happy to “babysit” a twenty year old, but he could have just ended his contract. He never paid me a single attention and was always reading, but strangely, he was always alert. I was the abomination he must never look at. And it made my blood boil. But not for long, though. Because every time I set eyes on him, I melt. It is forbidden, but who cares? I want him, but does he want me?