Pain Sitting On Statue Naruto Novels & Stories

Sub-dom | Pain & Pleasure | Touch Her and Die | Possessive | 18+ Submissive academy. Where girls are shaped into perfect submissives and perfect housewives. Except I don't want to be a submissive. I don't want a dominant. Weeks go by where I don't choose a dominant. An 'extraordinary' situation, they call me. The untouchable. In the end, I am forced to take one. Well, one is forced upon me. The most sadistic of them all. One that hasn't taken a submissive for an entire year. He's just here to beat the submissiveness into me. To get me 'ready'. The lines of pain and pleasure start to blur. For the first time in my life, someone is touching me. Someone owns me. This is a dark romance.

Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone.This is a thriller with a touch of a bit romance. :)

The Shadowed Alpha Series: Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha Book 1 Marked By The Shadowed Alpha Book 2 "I will give you the most pleasurable pain you’ve ever had. You like pain, and lucky for you," his smirk deepened, his gaze dark with promise, "I know how to give pain until you cry for me." The villain wasn’t meant to be emperor, nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet for reasons I can’t understand, he hates me. At the Academy of the Arcane, I became untouchable, unstoppable. My beauty was both a weapon and a curse, a cruel reminder of the life I lost. But none of it mattered to him. Tharros. The Emperor of Shadows. The unchallenged ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae. His gaze burned with something raw, something personal. "You made me this way." he growls. I stared at him, confused. "I don’t even know you." His laughter was slow, cruel. "Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I woke up as his bride. Bound to him by marriage, a punishment, a prison. Now, I must untangle the truth of his hatred, uncover the past he swears I buried, and face the dark memories that lie in wait. Because in this game of vengeance, I am both his prisoner and his beautiful prize, one he will break. He craves my pain, but I crave the way he gives it. Book 2 My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted. And I ruined him. I betrayed him. But this my second life, I will make it right. Warning: Extremely Dark Romance | Rated 18+

Marry me! A slim, slender, and short girl asks him to marry her!? What the F just happened then? She has a lot of guts, doesn't she recognize him? Xavier Jay Acceturo was sitting on a bar stool in front of the bar counter in The Bros PUB. When suddenly a girl knelt before him and asked him to marry her?! Not so fast young lady! Leave... You're not insane, are you? You... you're not my type! Raina stop in her tracks when he said that. She was about to go near him but she was humiliated by this arrogant man in front of her. Marry me and I will do anything to serve you... Raina repeated what she said a while ago but this time she swallow her pride. He looked her in the eye trying to read what was on her mind, did she lose some screws? Why this girl is pleading with me to marry her? When will this marriage last? Let's witness how these two develop their feelings for each other. Will both of them admit that they appreciate each other's company? And how will Raina accept the truth about her father's death? Will this marriage last long?

FORMERLY TITLED THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT "Do you, William Hugh White take Jennifer Benjamin King to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to adore, to respect and to love for the rest of your life?" Mr. William Hugh nodded. "I do." "Do You, Jennifer Benjamin King take William Hugh White to be your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish and to adore, to respect and to love for the rest of your life?" Jennifer turned to her mother, then to her father who had a huge scowl on his face. He looked like he could do anything to her and her mother if she tried to do anything other than she was told. "I do." she answered. "Does anyone sitting in the church right now, have a tangible reason as to why this marriage should not be held? If you do, then speak up now, or forever hold your peace." "I do." Jennifer finds herself suspended from school on her father's wish, and he tells she will get married to some man. In a bid to escape, she falls in the hands of Elijah who instead asks to marry her. She needs to run, and he is offering her a way out. With no other way out, she accepts.

How much for this temptress?” Beta Daniels asked causing me to flinch at the name. “ 100 jewels.” Came a voice from someone sitting up front. “200.” Came another voice. “500” Hollered another. The room was silent for a moment. “500 going once, 500 going twice, Sold to Lord Issacson,” Beta Daniels announced. I felt my heart skip a beat. I had been sold. “ I want her.” Came a loud snarl. Everyone in the crowd grew silent. “Your…Your highness.” Stumbled Beta Daniels, bowing down onto his knee. “We weren’t expecting you tonight.” “ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.” “But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly. “ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.” There’s talk around the supernatural community that Nikolai, is growing weak without a Queen by his side. As the king of vampires, the ruler of the supernatural world, who has been on the throne for a millennium, he would never fall in love with a blood slave he brought from a slave auction. Wouldn't he?

“You're just a contract wife!” Harry Anderson's words cut deep. Trapped in a loveless marriage to save her family, Arabella fights for warmth from a scarred CEO who despises her. Can love bloom in a prison of pain?

My online boyfriend is my university professor and the future werewolf king, Sarek. And me? I’m Mila—just a human hunter’s descendant scraping by in the cracks of an era where species coexist in uneasy peace. What he doesn’t know is that his online girlfriend, whom he wishes to tear apart a thousand times over, is sitting in the very last row of his classroom. The online relationship was never meant to be real. It started as revenge to get back at him for failing me. But who would’ve thought this werewolf was so starved for affection that he’d fall deeper and deeper in love? Again and again, he pushed to meet in person. However, if we ever really met face to face, I’d be torn apart and swallowed whole—bones and all. To save my life, I made a split-second decision and broke up with him. The result? The “abandoned” werewolf king lost his mind. Classes dragged on for three extra hours, and homework increased fivefold. For the sake of my classmates’ mental and physical health, getting back together… wasn’t entirely impossible. There was only one condition: he could never find out who I really am.

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.