Once Your Mine Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

To fill the adrenaline pulsing through my body as the rush of the moment overtakes me. An hour later we barge in the warehouse finding their men unaware playing cards. Before they can react we fire, the smell of gunpowder and timber fills the air as I march looking for Valdor — the second in command. “Where's Valdor?” I ask looking through the number of people. They shrug and I get in further to the warehouse. “Valdor,” I call, finding him sniffing cocaine. His eyes widen when he sees me. He scrambles to reach for his gun but I shake my head. “Don't even try it.”

“If you say so. Go away. Shoo fly, shoo.” “We do.” He’s already starting to walk off again, but I move beside him. I’ll never keep up if he doesn’t slow down. He knows this, and despite me irritating the hell out of him, he’s now amused and wants to hear what I’ll say next, I presume. “We work in the mines to provide precious metals to make the weapons you use to destroy your enemies, even us.” “We don’t need weapons to destroy you.” His fangs elongate, and I take a step back, wishing I could shift even a little bit so I could do that, too.

A video loaded. My son’s voice. Soft. Vulnerable. Unaware. “I don’t want to go back there…” My breath caught. No. No, no, no. This wasn’t- This couldn’t be I exited the page. But the damage was already done. My phone started vibrating nonstop now. Messages. Notifications. Unknown numbers. It was spreading. Fast. Too fast. Another message popped up. From someone I barely spoke to anymore. “Girl… what is going on??”

That sometimes it’s the leash you don’t see that holds you the tightest. My phone vibrates against my thigh, a subtle tremor that slices through the stillness like a whisper turned threat. I glance down with slow reluctance, already knowing what I’ll see, though still hoping, foolishly, maybe, that I’m wrong. The screen lights up. Your chat has been accepted by The_Triumvirate. There it is.

Before I even have the chance to move I feel a sharp pain across my head and watch as everything suddenly goes dark. [TRIGGER WARNING: This following chapter depicts mild moments of SA. This may be disturbing or triggering for some readers, for those people, please proceed to chapter 60. To those who choose to read on, please proceed with caution]

"Fill in the amount you want yourself!" Morgu was excited to receive it. His stamina also increased five times as much as the money that Hansel would promise. However, before filling in the amount of money he would receive, Morgu first checked the authenticity of the check. He is a villager who of course doesn't understand this thing. And this is the first time Morgu has received a check in person. Confused, Morgu asked Hansel again, "Is this real? Or is it just a scam?"

"Enjoy it while you can. You're gonna crash and burn. Pathetic." He shoved me. I stumbled, knee cracking against the table. It hurt so bad, a tear slipped out before I could stop it. Aurelia—who swore she'd protect me—stood there like it wasn't her problem. Letting him do whatever he wanted. I dropped my gaze, trying to block out the ache spreading through me. Then the lights in the banquet hall cut out. Spotlights flared. Time to announce the new lead. "Let's hear it for—Leonard Rinehart!

I'd claim justice for myself. My decision had been made; I drank the red liquid. It was extremely bitter and metalic, like I'd had spent the day sucking on a copper coin. Once I'd emptied the vile, I waited for whatever unnatural occurrence was supposed to save my life. I waited and waited for hours but nothing happened.

He whined. "Baby you will regret that!" He warned. I'm not scared of his warning that I massage his manhood waking his desire. He lift my robe and slammed his awakened manhood. I moan please pulling his palm on my breast that he greedily grabs and squeezes. Not satisfied with our position that he pulled me to face him as he slammed like a beast on me. I bite my lips, sucking my fingers to entice him more and I triumphantly succeeded as he greedily slammed his manhood on my womanhood. I grinded meeting his thrust like a hungry Cheshire cat.

he asks, his voice kind enough but edged with the weary disinterest of someone who's seen everything. I let out a laugh that's more like a sigh. "You could say that." My phone buzzes in my lap. I almost don't look, but habit wins. It's a notification. I frown. Low storage warning. Weird. I cleared space just last week. Another buzz. Another notification. Unknown Device Connected. The blood drains from my face. My thumb shakes as I tap the screen, but the message vanishes, replaced by my home screen like nothing happened.