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His Scarred Mate
"Stay away from me!" Freya screamed, completely out of her mind. She felt like she would die, her breath becoming heavier and heavier. Flashbacks consumed her, and Zavian was no longer Zavian to her, it was Damien. "Freya, calm down!" Zavian yelled back, pinning her against the elevator wall. "Help!" Freya screamed at the top of her voice, gasping for air. She punched Zavian across the face, but it didn't affect him. "Stay away from me Damien!" She screamed, as she kept fighting him. "It's me, Freya, listen to me. It's Zavian. I'm not Damien," Zavian told her repeatedly, but she kept pushing him away. Zavian felt the elevator stop with a jerk, and he looked at what what floor it was, but he froze when he realized that it had stuck. The lights started to flicker, and Freya panicked further, her screams getting louder, her struggles getting harder. He tried to talk to her, but she wasn't listening. It was as if she wasn't in the same place anymore. "Don't touch me Damien!" She cried, gasping for air. Zavian had no option but to catch hold of both her wrists, and he pinned them behind her back. Freya kept struggling, pushing him away, and sobbing, and Zavian could see her condition deteriorating. He knew he had to find a way to calm her down. "Freya, hey, look at me," he whispered to her, but her eyes remained shut as she kept screaming. "Freya," he tried again, now using only one of his hands to pin her wrists behind her back. He used his free hand to cup her cheek. "Freya. Open your eyes!" He yelled at her, and she froze. Still crying, she opened her eyes, but the only one she saw was Damien. "Freya, look at me. It's Zavian, I'm not Damien. It's Zavian, Cinderella. It's me. Zavian." He kept repeating, and he found her becoming slightly calm. He let go of her wrists, and pulled her to himself, wrapping his arms around her securely. "Shhh. You're safe, with me. You're safe." --- Freya Osbourne - a quiet, human girl, working at a cosy cafe. She is new in town, with only one motive in her mind: leave her dark, abhorrent past behind, and start a new life - away from all trouble, and all evil. What happened to her has battered her faith in humanity, and haunted her to dread the opposite gender to a point, where she cannot even find it in her to make eye contact with any man. Zavian Hayder - an Arabic fighter, perhaps the toughest warrior of his pack. A pitch black werewolf with glittering gray eyes and a mysterious, yet charming personality. No one was ever good enough to catch his attention, yet a new, quiet girl in his town seems to be driving him crazy, even while refusing to glance at him. He is adamant on knowing what made her this way, and she is adamant on staying away from him. A rollercoaster romance, filled with ups and downs. Add a splash of fate and magic, and you have the story of Zavian, and Freya, His Scarred Mate. Warning - Includes sexual abuse, suicide attempts, violence. Could trigger some readers.
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My Sugar Daddy
Chanel's dad left her and her mom all of a sudden just before senior year. That's the start of all her struggles. She and her mom had to transfer to another city, she had to transfer to another school, and has to look for new work. Her mom became alcoholic. She blames her dad for all her current predicaments. Alex is seeking revenge on his ex-girlfriend and her soon to be husband. He gets a girl to help him with his plans. Then everything falls into place. Will they also fall... in love with each other? Alex and Chanel will find their lives to be connected to each other in terms that they are not expecting. ================================================================== He went inside then locked the door. I looked up at him wide eyed. “I think you should be punished, Chanel. You have been a very bad girl, don’t you think?” Alex brushed my hair on my shoulder then put it on one side. He licked my earlobe while staring at me at the mirror. I gasp at the sweet sensation. “What are you doing, Alex? They might come for us.” I hissed at him. “They won’t.” His left hand was around my waist and the other one on my hip, fisted on my dress, crumpling them up. “Are you ready for your punishment, Chanel?” I was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. With him sucking on my neck, I could only tilt my head sidewards to give him more access. I have been focused on his mouth that I did not notice his hand had already invaded my panties. “Oh, f**k, Alex!” My voice in a panic, Alex could only chuckle on my ear. “I’d love to, Chanel. But you would be screaming in my bed, not in a fitting room.” He tightly clasped his left hand over my mouth. “So smooth, babe. I like it. You’re already wet for me, babe.” His index finger was flicking my clit bringing electricity throughout my body. “Mmmph!” My left hand went over his on my mouth, my right hand hooked up at his shoulder. “Open your legs, babe.” I took one big step sidewards. “Very good, babe. Do you like what my fingers are doing to you? Huh? You want more?” Alex growled lowly. I had never felt something like this before. My legs were getting weak. I’m losing my breath. But I wanted more. I flinched when he thrust one finger in my core. In. Out. In. Out. Getting faster by the second. My clit was being assaulted simultaneously, this time rougher and faster. “Mphmmmph!” I cannot hold it any longer. I felt like I’m going to pee. My legs started to twitch. “c*m, babe. Release it.” Alex whispered into my ear huskily. “Mmmmmmmmph!” Liquid came gushing out of me, trickling down my legs. Shit! Is this normal? “You’re getting me addicted to you, Chanel. You’re really something else.” He kissed the side of my neck then sucked on it. Pretty sure he had left a number of hickeys there. He was not finished doing me. More liquid was coming out until there was none. I was panting like I ran a full marathon. “You did good, Chanel.”
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