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It had been an hour since I had gotten the call that changed my life. It still hadn't hit completely hit me yet, probably because it was only 3 a.m. I wasn't crying like everyone was expecting me to be doing. I was just staring out of the window, watching the cars passing as we drove to the hospitial. "Where are we?" my six year old sister asked, finally waking up. "We're driving to the hospitial. You need to go back to sleep, Elizabeth," my dad told her. "Why are we going to the hospitial?" she asked. "Shawn was in a wreck," my mom said simply. "Arden's boyfriend Shawn?" she asked. "Yes," mom said. As the conversation between Elizabeth and my parents went on my breathing got faster and so did my heart. Now that I was hearing it being spoken to a six year old it seemed more real. But it couldn't be, I was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Shawn would fine. As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I was begging to wake up. I counted my fingers. 1. 2... 6. 7.. 10. I had ten fingers. I read somewhere that in dreams you have extra fingers. So this was real.

Part 1 of the Kings Series. Aiden brings me closer and wraps his hands around me, engulfing me in completely. He kisses my bandage on the forehead and I await a 'I'm sorry' but it never comes. He caresses my hair and rubs my back to comfort me. My eyes well up in tears but I control them from falling. I can't be weak. I don't want him to give that power. He takes my face in his hands and his eyes meet my eyes. A lone tear drops down but I stare into his eyes, not breaking the mask I've built around him. "I can be good to you. Only if you let me. If you keep disrespecting me and my decisions, what happened yesterday would be nothing in comparison to what I'm capable of. I let go hurting you yesterday. I wanted to make you bleed profusely and chain you to my bed for weeks until you came to your senses. Your friend's ear is still intact because you of what you told my parents afterwards. Don't test me, love. And don't test my patience. You decide your own fate and your fate is in my hands. Make a wise decision. I won't let go again." "Do you understand?" That lone tear got accompanied by many lone tears and now I was crying silently. He looked at me, just waiting for an answer. So I gave it. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Aiden." He smiles. "Good girl." Mature Content.

"Why is it that whenever I try to get closer to you, you always shy away from me?" Aiden asks, hurt dripping from his voice I look at him and instantly i'm filled with regret and fear. "You wouldn't understand Aiden." I say pleading with him "Try me," He challenges. "Listen," I pause. "I need you to understand that when I push you away, it's because it's the only thing I know how to do anymore." He opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him, holding her palm up like a white flag. "You need to understand that everyone else has left and my problem," I say raising my voice. "My problem is that I'm scared," "I'm scared of getting too attached to someone, until eventually, that someone has the power to control me. To end my world when they feel like it." Aidens eyes bore into mine but he doesn't say anything. "Are you attached?" He asks. I glance away and then back at him nodding "With you? Too much." I say as a tear rolls down my left cheek "I'm scared that you are going to leave." I whisper as Aiden wraps his arms around me. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• A grumpy figure skater and a golden retriever Hockey Captain.

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She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"

❞Tʜɪs ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ,❞ Y/N said suddenly, breaking the quiet. ❞I ᴍᴇᴀɴ... ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴏʀ... ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ.❞ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♡ ̆̈ Five hummed, tilting his head slightly as he studied her. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned in just a little, his expression a mixture of soft amusement and something undeniably mischievous. ❞Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇs, ʜᴜʜ?❞ His voice was smooth, laced with quiet amusement.. ❞Aʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?❞ Y/N swallowed, her pulse picking up as the space between them seemed to shrink. ❞Y-ʏᴇᴀʜ,❞ she muttered, cursing herself for the slight stutter. ❞Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ.❞ Five's smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving hers. ❞Dɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?❞ he mused, his tone light, but the meaning behind it making her breath hitch. Her eyes widened slightly. ❞I-I ᴏɴʟʏ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ.❞ Five chuckled softly, almost victorious. ❞Dɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ?❞ He arched an eyebrow. ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ Y/N sighed. ❞Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs, ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?❞ He let the words hang in the air for a second before finally leaning back, as if deciding to spare her-for now. ❞Wᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. Kᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs... ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. Bᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ.❞ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ˚☽˚.⋆chapter 31 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ˚☽˚.⋆ [ wrote this for all the brellies traumatized by s4 ] Most Impressive Rankings: #2 in Umbrella #11 in fivexreader #13 in umbrellaacademy #4 in fivehargreeves

"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.

CRINGE WARNING I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS DUMB AND EMOTIONAL 𝓐𝓷 𝓐𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 , 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 . " 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 , 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 . 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 , 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽.𝓿 𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 , 𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 " -𝓨/𝓷 " 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓼 ... 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 , 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 ." 𝓐𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷 𝓨/𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 ... Started = 7/5/22 Published = 7/28/22

"Hurry up Dakota!" Peyton banged his fists on my bedroom door. I quickly glanced up then back down at my bag again. I shoved my clothes in the bad and zipped it up. I slipped the step on my shoulder and ran to my door. Peyton was sweating from nervousness. "C'mon." Peyton's sweaty hands grasped mine and directed us to the front door. I ended up running into his muscular back. He stopped running. "Where do you think you're going?" That abusive voice croaked. I flinched. Before I knew it I had tears streaming down my face, and a knife to my neck. ---------- This book is out of what I normally write so this is going to be interesting! I hope you all enjoy this story.