Once Your Mine Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

For a second, my ears rang louder than the notification itself. I’d set that alert myself, right after being released afterI had been dragged through the mud for Marcy’s death. It was a custom ping for my browser, and it was only triggered whenever I started trending. I stared at the phone where it sat on the bed beside me. That small rectangle of glass and metal suddenly felt like a loaded gun. I felt like I might throw up. My fingers twitched where they gripped the blanket. I didn’t want to look. I really didn’t. But I also couldn’t ignore it. Slowly, I leaned forward and picked up the phone with trembling hands. My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before I unlocked it.

Then again, she feared what she could possibly do to her Aunt Lily. Picking up the remote control resting on the circular glass table that is within her reach, she changed the channel one after the other. She endured a few minutes of unease until she decided to stop on that one particular channel with a newscaster whose face she considered full of worries and fright. “Triggered or worse to say, alarmed. The government had received three reports of killing...” Mari neared the television's screen, pulling down the hood from her head to lucidly watch the news.

“Come on, drama queen. We’re going to the pharmacy before you overthink yourself into an early grave.” --- The walk felt like the longest of my life. Every step was heavy with what if. What if it’s positive? What if my whole life changes? What if Damien— I stopped dead in my tracks. Damien. The memory of that night slammed into me like a truck. His voice, his touch, the way my body had betrayed me even when my heart screamed no. I shook the thought off before I drowned in it. “Earth to Aria,” Maya said, waving a hand in front of my face. “You good?”

Jonah turned away and pulled Sapphire with him as he left in a foul mood. Once everything settled, I returned to my office table. That was when the Alpha of the Sovereign Moon Pack called. “Are you sure you are coming back to Sovereign Moon Territory, Jade?” His voice sounded hopeful. “If you are sure, I will send some Werewolves to the border to welcome you.” A sincere smile formed on my face. “I already bought the plane tickets, but do not tell my grandma yet. I want to surprise her.”

“They have a sex scandal? Well, that’s not news given the reputation of Brad.” “No, it’s more than a sex video. There’s... how do I say it. Never mind. I can’t find the proper word to describe it. Wait, I’ll send you the video. See it for yourself. Do you have any trauma in violence? Just a trigger warning, you will not like it definitely, okay?” I got so intrigued so I just said ‘okay’. Laurie sent me the video and I clicked on it faster than I ever did in my whole life.

—What do you mean, excited, why? —MATE is close; I can feel it—. Kira in my mind and I couldn't help but get nervous. —Don't get too excited; we might be disappointed; we don't need any MATE,— I said, trying to keep her under control and kept my focus on the road. RED WINTER PACKHOUSE

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER HINTS AT ABUSE AND RAPE AGAINST WOMEN, ALTHOUGH ITS DOSNT HAPPEN ITS HINTED AT SO IF THIS UPSETS YOU IN ANYWAY PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER... AND JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR EVEYONE MAN OR WOMEN DESERVES LOVE AND RESPECT, WE ARE ALL SPECIAL IN OUR OWN WAY NO MATTER WHO WE ARE. LOVE TO ALL XXX 💖💖💖 Jonas pulls me into the house "now cupcake why dont we have a little chat"

I send. He replies almost immediately. I deserve that. Who is it you think you see? I send back. The one who knocks? Walter white? He sends and I burst out laughing. He got the reference of my message, it’s from a popular tv show breaking bad. Walter white talking to his wife Skylar. Before I could reply, my phone started ringing. It was Cassian. I answered and put it on speaker as I undressed, peeling off my tennis clothes. "You were great today," Cassian said, diving straight into the conversation without a greeting.

He'd gotten down on one knee beside me and clasped my hands, saying tenderly, "I love seeing you like this, Maeve." I'd saved him and trapped myself in a horrible nightmare ten years ago. Ten years later, he personally broke my finger, and with it, the last thing that tied us together. … As I lay in the abandoned warehouse at three in the morning with my fingers splayed in awkward, broken angles, my men hurried in with medical equipment. The warehouse behind me was set ablaze. As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans.

“The next time you wear a collar, make sure it doesn’t come with a leash. Be careful who watches you too closely. Not all predators purr.” — J He folded the note carefully and slid it into his jacket. Then he sat on the bed, unfastened the silver collar, and stared at it in his palm. It glinted in the candlelight. A gift. A warning. A crown. He wasn’t sure which. But he knew one thing—tonight, he had passed the test. And tomorrow? Tomorrow would write itself.