Bitter Sweet

[Completed] "Can't you see I am a living mess, Off. Believe me, you don't want to be involved with me." He sat down infront of me while holding my hands. He shakes his head, saying no. He caresses my hair, wipes the tears under my eyes down to my cheeks then he genuinely smiles while looking at my swollen eyes. "Allow me to fix you then" ~~~ I am a difficult poem to read but he's a patient reader.

"You think I want to hurt you", he strained balling his fist. "You're so foolish", he groaned. "Can I ask another question?". "No leave me alone". He pulled my arm making me force his hand off. "Don't. Do that". He gave me a questioning look before grabbing my hand and backing me into a wall. "What does he have that I don't?". I squeaked at his question, "what?!". "You know what I'm talking about. I see you looking at him over the lunch table. The way you look at him when he's laughing. The way you blush when he talks to you for long periods of time. What is it?" [warning: this story does move faster than my other stories and does change point of views. THE CONTENT IS MATURE]

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

After turning twenty-one, Maya sets out to find the birth mother who might explain everything. A violent encounter with a mysterious man plunges her into a darker world. He is as haunted as she is-fierce, damaged, terrifyingly tender. Their chemistry is immediate and volatile: refuge that threatens control. As Maya digs into the past, buried secrets fracture her identity and force impossible choices. Trauma refuses neat endings. Love becomes both lifeline and liability-can redemption survive, or will the darkness destroy them both? What will Maya uncover about herself and his past as she tumbles down this dark path? Is he her safe place to land? Chapter 23 Peek: "Maybe start with no more lying to her?" Miles butted in, his glare sharp enough to cut, the frustration rolling off him in waves. "Easier said than done, and you know that, Miles." I took another long drag off the cigarette, the smoke burning down my throat but doing nothing to loosen the knot in my chest. "Yeah, doesn't mean I don't believe you both should've been more honest," Miles shot back, shrugging like he was trying to play it casual, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes stayed locked on me, daring me to argue. "Trey just loves getting in the way and dividing people," I growled, the words coming out rough. "He singles out the weak and isolates them until he can strike. I'm not saying Maya is weak, because she's fucking not, but this motherfucker has done nothing but manipulate her." "I don't disagree with you, but this is on you, too, Gray." Miles' voice dropped, cold and direct, the frustration finally cracking through. "You fucked up - don't just blame it on the narcissistic psychopath. So does that mean if she asks us to stop keeping watch, are you going to give in?" "Well, I wouldn't really have much of a fucking choice, now would I?" I sighed, rolling my eyes as I finished the beer, the empty bottle suddenly feeling too light in my hand.

"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

A Note to My Readers: This novel explores complex and, at times, dark relationship dynamics. It features a possessive and toxic relationship and includes specific kinks, such as the use of the term "Daddy." This is a fictional work, and these elements are integral to the story I have chosen to tell. I have received feedback from readers who are uncomfortable with these themes, but as the story is already complete, it will not be changed. If this content is not for you, I sincerely and respectfully encourage you to choose another book. My goal is for readers who enjoy these tropes to find the story, and for those who do not, to avoid it. Thank you for your respect and understanding. "Why is Sage always testing my patience?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Mrs. Jenkins didn't dare breathe, fearing that any sound would only enrage Thane further. She watched as Thane stormed out of the office, his eyes blazing with fury. As Thane emerged from the building, he spotted Nick, his driver and bodyguard, waiting by the car. "Drive me to Sage's school," Thane ordered, his voice still dripping with anger.

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

Love Mr. Client | แฟนฉันเป็นเด็กตัวโต Book 01 of the Collection "Love is Beautiful" "I love you so much!!! I really do." Tay replied, acting like a child, giving little smooches on New's neck. "Hmm... I love you too." "Stop now." New tried to push Tay away but he took his hand and kissed it. "You called this yourself." Tay kept kissing him and New didn't stop it anymore. "Tay, we're in your office." He slightly whined as Tay proceeded to eat him up. Tay again grabbed him by his hand to his office bathroom which was very spacious and locked the door. "Don't worry. This is soundproof." He smirked, causing a giggle out of New. "Okay." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A fashion designer, New Thitipoom and a clothing brand CEO, Tay Tawan, cross paths when Tay hires New to design dresses for his company. First impression, not the greatest, when heard New's designs got rejected by the CEO with great ego. But they slowly developed feelings yet way more is coming for them. Will they be able to dodge the challenges that comes their way or will they give up? First Place is Fantasy Forest Fanfiction Mini Contest in CEO/Mafia Category Tropes: Rivals to lovers, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Big baby x responsible adult, Love/hate relationship (P.s. this has nothing to do with TayNew's actual series. This is an RPF.) Currently participating in "The Ink & Unwritten Awards" by @Ashes51