Shit Hair

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Victoria Carter finally dons the puffy dress and ties her hair tight, ready to walk down the aisle, only to be abandoned at the altar by a cowardly groom who claims he's not ready. Her father, desperate to marry off his youngest daughter, arranges countless dates and meet-ups, but Victoria turns down every suitor. Then, at a family gathering, the perfect man appears, igniting a spark she thought was lost. However, there's one major reason she can't have him. "Your father can't find out about this," he whispered as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer.

“There was a fucking earthquake. It caused an avalanche on the mountain. Didn’t you feel it, you lazy piece of shit?” I yell at Kaleb. “No, I didn’t. I was fucking sleeping. Quit bitching at me.” he says. He’s wearing nothing but grey sweats that hang low on his waist. God, how can someone so fucking hot be so fucking annoying? “We are stuck here. There’s at least 25 feet of snow blocking us in this cabin. Lily and your parents can’t get back either.” I tell him. “Thanks for the observation. If we can’t get out, they obviously can’t get in.” “Can you not be a snarky asshole for 2 minutes?! We are literally fucking stuck in this cabin together for god knows how long!” I yell at Kaleb. He’s so infuriating sometimes. “Relax. I’m sure we’ll probably be out in a few hours.” “Oh you’re sure, are you? Well, guess what dipshit? The guy on the radio said they’re focusing on the surrounding areas first and then they’ll be working on the mountain. That could take fucking days, Kaleb.” Kaleb takes a step closer to me. “Don’t talk to me like I’m fucking stupid, Riley.” “Oh yeah? What are you doing to do?” “If you don’t stop with this bratty attitude, I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell to the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the other Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET Mature content!!!

Breed stared at her. “I detest abuse. Especially violence by men on females.” “Yeah, I gathered that much.” She sat up and winced as she pulled her large t-shirt off. He simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,” he whispered and looked up at her face. “But I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t,” she assured him. “Please… give me this much.” Breed hesitated. “Please? I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.” He let out a breath. Damn if he didn’t want her and had from the moment he first saw her. “You are still in shock and maybe you—” Sitting forward, Kizzy pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses. Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her.They call him Breed but it’s a sign of respect, not disrespect. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...he’s a big man. Stands at six foot four and close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.

Five years after marrying Blake Sullivan, I make a dumb move. I chase his favorite lover out of the country in hopes that he'll come back to me. He doesn't say anything after finding out. Instead, he makes my family go bankrupt and forces my father to his knees before him. My mother's hair goes gray overnight. Now, he stands before me. It's my turn to suffer his wrath. "It's my fault for treating you too well, Karen. It made you cross the line. It's time for you to experience what hell on earth is like."

Your cold eyes confuse my body in love with you, and the sound of your whispers and your breath when you stroke my neck is enough to make me obsessed!  I didn't want you but you became a part of me and your details are my bliss I adore your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are between black and white, and I even love having your head in my lap and your charcoal hair when it permeates between my fingers, you entered my life like hell and you forced me into you, if only you knew  How I love your confessions that confuse me!

One night I had an unforgettable dream about my mate; my handsome, flawless and mesmerizing mate. Ever since that night I dream about him almost every night, but I forget what he looks like every morning. His name, species, hair color, and even his voice are things I can't recall, but what I can remember is how he makes me feel when his lips meet mine—complete and lost without him. And now, when I'm soon eighteen, and about to enroll in a new school, I'm hoping to find him—my beautiful mate.

Emotionally abused, cheated on and disrespected by her boyfriend to the extent Xenia Wiston began questioning her worth, she couldn't take it anymore and had to end things with him. But to her surprised, he wasn't bothered by their breakup... ..... "What did you say?" "I'm breaking up with you if you leave me now and go in there again. And this time, I mean it." Vin let out a mirthless chuckle and gave me a once-over glance. "Sure, suit yourself. I'm damn tired of your shit as well." I almost couldn't believe my eyes and ears. However, it wasn't the first time such was happening... My crossed arms dropped to my sides in disbelief at his words and my lips parted slightly in shock. "W-what! Y-you don't get to say that to..." "Besides," he interrupted, "this shouldn't be considered a relationship. I have nothing to lose Xenia but heck, you do." ..... That very day, Xenia promised to make him regret his words and she was sure to keep her promise five years later... Only this time, she completely took Vin Winchester by surprise. He never expected she could amount to anything without him and neither did he imagined she could have thousands of his kind willing to be stepped on for her sake. But most certainly, did he not expect to be on a confrontation with Xavier Lancaster, his worst nightmare....

At the age of Twenty two, Sophia Romanov wanted nothing but a complete family. Her mother leaving them for another family at a tender age.. didn't do them any good. But just one night..changed everything. The little family she had began to bring together was torn away by her fucking Master. Her father sold her out! ~••~ 'You're a fucking liar. My father never lets anyone on this floor. No matter who you are, he doesn't let anyone on this fucking floor.' I glared at my phone. Oh how I wanted to strangle his neck and kill him. I could still hear the comment on my pajamas. His fucking deep voice that no one could actually forget. 'Well, I'm not just anyone sweetie. How would you feel if I were to tell you that...your father could give you up with just a word from me." He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man such as L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie..where are manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Morte.' L'Angelo! #The first book of the Fulleta series #Ivy