Warning 18 Novels & Stories

This book will contain content that is not suitable for certain audiences. So if you are not okay with the mature contents then I suggest you not read it. I will not be putting up warnings for the chapters that contain mature content. I feel as though that will ruin the flow of the story and will give away what's to come. Of course, any copying, translating, or just plain plagiarism will not be taken lightly. Therefore, If you are under the age of 18 and bypass this warning, it's all on you. If you're uncomfortable anytime during this book, then exit peacefully. please

CHAPTER 18 SUPPORT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

“I won’t.” She shoved his shoulder. “Go get your son.” He groaned, tragic and hard and leaking in his boxers. “You’re lucky I love that little cóckblocker.” She laughed breathlessly, breasts still heavy and glistening in the low light. “Yeah? You better tell him that when he’s eighteen.” Callum sat up reluctantly, tossing a look over his shoulder as he headed toward the nursery. “When he’s eighteen, I’ll tell him I was seconds away from drinking his midnight snack straight from the tap.”

Tags: Ab*use (physical, emotional, mental), bullying, s*ex, pregnancy, ab*ortion, miscarriage, bloo*d, g*ore, r*ape, assault, dr*ugs, be*heading. I would try to post warnings at the beginning and will update this note as needed. Keep safe, everyone. -Salvia

’ Suddenly, a notification popped up in David's system automatically. There were three large red words on it. [Warning! Warning! Warning!] Then, another series of words appeared. [Slave mark detected! Host, please stop it!] [Slave mark detected! Host, please stop it!] [Slave mark detected! Host, please stop it!]

He forcefully held up his hand as if to indicate everyone should stop, everything should stop. “Miranda, the world is a very fucked up place. Yes I’m a part of that, I’ve contributed to that, but never with you. I’ve gone above and beyond to shield you from it but I can’t anymore. Hell you hang out with a damn warlock, yet you’re shocked they do evil things? I’m sure your little friend has a past and a not so pleasant future. They all do. Stay the hell away from that boy if you know what’s good for you.

There was a part of me, the wounded and broken part of me that warned me to stay away from him but I couldn't let go. I wanted him with me, I wanted this moment, this kiss and everything it was giving me. Despite the war going on between my head and my heart a part of me sensed that he would never hurt me but I believed the same thing about Bryce. His kisses were getting deeper and more intense and my body was clearing giving him the signals that it wanted more. I hardly knew him and what he offered me right now was raw passion laced with lust. I continued kissing him knowing that I was in far more trouble than I could handle. I had only seen him twice and already I was willing to do whatev

I swallowed hard. My body was already responding to him — pulse quickening, pussy throbbing. But my mind was screaming that this was dangerous. His parents had just left me in charge. They trusted me to take care of him like a younger brother. “Alex,” I said, trying to sound strict. “We need to set some rules while they’re gone. This… whatever this is… can’t happen again. It’s too risky.” He stepped even closer. His hand brushed my waist. “Rules? You’re the one who let me suck on your tits ten minutes ago.”

The day Cedric Grisborne rang the opening bell on Sterling Street and returned home, the Southwells' doorstep was worn thin by visitors. Everyone said Nicole Southwell, the spoiled eldest Southwell heiress, had struck gold. She had plucked a capable live-in son-in-law straight out of the slums. But Nicole had been anything but calm these past few days. A female ghost had latched onto her. It had started the day Cedric left for Almontane. A deranged ghost had begun appearing beside her, invisible to everyone else, and claimed to be her future self. The ghost had Nicole's exact face, but scars covered it. Her voice was hoarse, her eyes unfocused, and her hair dry and tangled, with ragged p

"I'm sorry… I was wrong. I won't do it again…" Karen was still shouting as security held her back, but Ms. Dawson stepped between them and ordered everyone to stay where they were. I watched from a distance, my expression devoid of any emotion. I didn't feel sorry for Lily. I knew exactly what would have happened if I'd given in last night. If I'd marked her as present, ignored my missing license, and allowed her plan to work, my name would have been on those hotel records with no immediate proof of how it got there.