Free Use Stories

Samantha "Sammy" Jacobs is a smart, witty, beautiful 22 year old struggling bartender in a small town in South Carolina, when a chance encounter one night brings about unfathomable wealth and opportunities to become the kind of humanitarian she could only dream of, but to get to that point she must encounter multiple hurdles along the way.

Isabelle Caballero's heart yearns for a wedding plucked from the pages of a fairytale, but life pens a different tale. Desperate to save her mother, she trades her dream for a pact with Melinda, marrying a man she does not love. Little does she know that her husband, Leon Montenegro, harbors a secret wealth. As Isabelle steps into a marriage woven with secrets, she must ask herself if the man behind the mask, the prince, can be what she’s always dreamed of or if the price of her mother's life is a loveless future. Can love flourish in the soil of deception, or will Isabelle's story diverge from the promised 'happily ever after'?

"Boss.. Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" A drop of tear fell from Amour's eyes. •••• Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession? Will Amour ever escape from his déadly clutches? Or not? What if there's more to it than what meets the eye?

Calliope Anna Devin, CEO of Devin Cruise Lines, once loved Thaddeus Dela Vera in high school until she believed he betrayed her. Now, ten years later, Thaddeus returns as a ship captain, determined to win her back amidst old wounds and new desires. Can they navigate the stormy seas of their past to find a future together?

Je suis mariée depuis huit ans à un avocat, mais il a toujours refusé de révéler publiquement que j'étais sa femme. Pire encore, il a interdit à notre fille de l'appeler « Papa ». Il avait, à maintes reprises, sacrifié les moments précieux avec notre fille pour courir après son premier amour. Il avait même pardonné à cette femme d'avoir blessé notre enfant... Déçue et le cœur brisé, j'ai décidé de divorcer, de partir et de disparaître à jamais de sa vie avec ma fille. Mais lui, il s'accrochait désespérément à notre mariage, me traquant comme une bête enragée. Trop tard : cette fois, ni ma fille ni moi ne reviendrions en arrière.

เขารักคนพี่แต่ทำไมเขาต้องแต่งกับคนน้อง.. ไอ้สัญญาระหว่างพ่อกับเพื่อนพ่อถ้าเขาไม่ทำมันก็ถือเป็นการเนรคุณ ดังนั้นการแต่งงานที่ไม่เต็มใจจึงเกิดขึ้นแต่ไม่เป็นไรเขาจะทำให้เธอทนไม่ได้และหายไปเอง “ทำไมคุณพ่อทำกับหนูแบบนี้คะ? เงินนั่นคุณแม่เก็บเอาไว้ให้หนู.. มันไม่ใช่น้อยๆ เลยนะคะ.. แล้วไหนจะเงินเดือนที่หนูส่งมาให้อีก.. คุณพ่อใจร้ายกับหนูมากเลยนะคะ.. หนูไม่คิดเลยว่าทุกคนจะเอาเปรียบหนูได้ถึงขนาดนี้.. พี่มายด์ลูกสาวสุดที่รักของคุณพ่อก็อีกคน.. โตขนาดนี้แล้วทำไมไม่หัดทำงานทำการบ้างคะ จะต้องรอให้แก่ตายก่อนรึยังไงถึงจะคิดได้… หนูรู้ค่ะว่าคุณพ่อรักพี่มายด์มาตลอดแต่หนูเลือกที่จะปิดตาข้างนึงและปลอบใจตัวเองว่าหนูคิดมากไป หนูอาจจะอิจฉาพี่มายด์.. แต่นับวันเมื่อหนูโตขึ้นมันเริ่มไม่เป็นแบบนั้น คุณพ่อไม่แม้แต่จะโทรมาหาหนูและถามว่าหนูสบายดีไหม.. หนูเหมือนอยู่ตัวคนเดียว.. ถ้าวันนั้นหนูเลือกไปกับคุณตาคุณยาย..”

“Congratulations, Catherine. You've just become my fiancée.” A sultry smile curved Hunter Thorne's lips as he watched me with his predatory gaze. He was the future Don Cartelli, the purest embodiment of danger, and I was about to become his wife. How was I supposed to know that the hot stranger I kissed in the club was one of the most fearsome men in New York?! Once I realized my mistake, I chose to stay away from him. My fate, however, had other plans… When my quiet little world began to fall apart, this notorious Mafia boss became my only salvation. I needed money and protection, and he needed a wife. This was supposed to be a simple deal, but nothing is ever simple with Hunter Thorne. He's the devil incarnated, and I've just entered his hell. This devil craves my body, heart, and soul… and I'm seconds away from surrendering every last piece of me.

Have you ever been confused by what you've been feeling? Precisely, a sense of hatred and strangely tucked away a concern?

In the second year of my marriage to Jeffery Sadler, he brought a young woman home. When his eyes met mine, Jeffery smiled carelessly and said, "Naomi, perhaps you should try it too." He added, "After all, young and energetic people are truly different." I knew he was only testing me; he had always enjoyed tormenting and toying with me. But what he didn't know was that this time, I was genuinely tempted. Later, as he stared at the fresh scratch marks on the "young person's" waist and abdomen, his eyes blazed red with anger. "Naomi Sloan," he growled, “Who gave you the audacity to actually take this seriously?”

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.