Novel & Cerita Little Stranger Book Trigger Warnings

Eli's knuckles were white where he clenched them, his face taut with tension and worry. I couldn't hold back a cold laugh. "You'll find out what I mean to do, Eli. Just not yet, because not everyone's here!" He froze. The next second, Karina's shrill scream tore through the dead-still hall below. "Father! Where are you! Get up here! This bitch Layla is waving a gun around in front of everyone. She's got no respect for our family at all!" The moment her cry died away, I smiled. "Have you lost your mind?"

FEARS CHAPTER 28 [There’s no escape, and the rabbit knew the trap she was entangled onto; such darkness that nothing compared, and the merciless mockery she often hears] WARNING: [This chapter may contain violence and words, which may not be suitable for your age. It could be a trigger. If you are below 18, you can stop reading. Thank you J]

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

And for that, I fell straight into the cruel trap the Goddess had meticulous set for me. ___________________ A/N** WARNINGS:- PLEASE READ. IMPORTANT - This book might have some triggering content, thus if you are not comfortable with such literature, please do not read it. You've been forewarned! - This is a slow-paced book to give readers that slow burn and feel the character growth. If you prefer fast-paced books, then this is the not the book for you.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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.

I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to cope with the pain, but I knew better than to flinch. “Strip.” He said, letting me go. He pushed me back, and I gulped as I did my best to calm myself down, knowing what was going to come. I could tell that he just arrived, and though I did not understand why he chose to pass by my room first, this wasn’t something that ever he did, I couldn’t help but dread what he was going to be doing. *Trigger warning, read with caution* I slowly wrapped my fingers around the buttons of my dress, undoing them before he frowned and slapped me in the face. “I said a fucking word.”

"You shouldn't lie to children." "He's her boyfriend, Sam!" The girl excitedly explained to her younger brother. He jumped out of joy, revealing all his scattered set of tiny teeth. "Ella, hurry and go. And you too, Sam. You guys should go now, your parents would be unnecessarily worried if you don't go home on time, huh? What did I tell you about strangers?" She reminded them. "Stranger danger!" The kids chorused. "Yes! Stranger danger! You shouldn't talk to strangers no matter their appearance. Don't smoke with them either, okay?" She blatantly warned the children.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

“How do you explain that disgusting matted mop on your head?” “I may not know your name, but I certainly have a handle on your manners,” he said laughingly. I scowled, but said nothing. Since I was a babe in arms, it was drilled into me that strangers were not to be trusted. Any one of them could be one of Bartholomew’s men. Even though he killed my mother, the sick tyrant swore to kill her offspring as well. I occasionally encountered a stranger, but only in passing. They never stuck around to exchange niceties like this character was trying to do. I was a little lost on how to deal with him. My grandparent’s warnings about Bartholomew bellowed inside my head like an enormous, annoying bel