This is a booklet of one shots and fanfics :) and the occasional alternative bonus chapters
WRITTEN BY @anuaf123
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Anissa
"Leave my hand!" he took me back to one of his islands after the dreadful acts done in Pakistan.
He is dragging me to God knows what he has planned for me. Since we took the plane, he didn't show his lava anger on me but now I think he is going to explode on me. He opened the door and threw me on the bed. The sharp corner hit my forehead, causing me to let out a small scream.
'What the hell! 'I shouted at him. His eyes become red with anger.
'After what you did you have the audacity to speak me!'he told with not so much of a raised voice, which is shocking.
'Why not! You are the sole reason for this mess. I didn't want anything with you.'
'You know what tara you did a grave mistake'
'Escaping from you is the best thing I have done in my life'
'That's not what I am talking about tara, I am talking about trust, you broke mine and you know what, you will regret for that mistake'.
A smirk escaped from my lips. 'What you gonna do hit me starve me'.he thinks it makes me change the feelings I have for him or to give up on my situation.
'Of course not I don't even spare a glance on those who break my trust. You're not worth my anger from now. You are just my wife to the outer world. I will never lay a single finger on you now'.my eyes popped with his confession. Again he is playing games to make me submit or something? But I can't help but believe him.
'Thank you so much'. I pressed my hands to my heart.
He left the room without another word. I got up and there are clothes in the cupboard for me. I am stinking badly so I brush my teeth and took a warm long shower to remove all the stress. I wore a salwar kameez and went down for food there is no one here. When I reached the kitchen; there is an old woman preparing food. She smiled and asked to have food. I eat fully and reached the bedroom to take a nap. When I woke up, its evening. I think I slept the whole day. I freshen up and went down, there is food placed on dining table and no one is inthe kitchen. I watched TV for sometime and retired to bed. When I am trying to sleep it's been late but shehry didn't come to sleep. I think he is preparing a few things to torture me.
My other side of bed dipped and is unmade that means shehry came to bed last night. I did my morning routine and went down to explore the island. There is no one except the old woman who prepares food for us. I explored the whole island; the beach is so nice and there is a little forest few meters away; it's different from the last one I stayed at. No one can reach here without a boat or a plane. My whole day was spent on the beach. Without Shehry's voice it's so calming, I ate and slept.
It became a routine for me to eat, spend time on the beach, watching TV and since from first day on this island, Shehry didn't speak to me and I am very glad about it and the cook won't allow me to do a single thing and I don't want to create problems for her and she talks very less.
Currently, I am fixing the beach umbrella to relax in the afternoon which I found on the patio, it feels good to feel the beach.
'Good morning, Ma'am'
'Good morning Lisa'. Shehry is having his breakfast when I entered into the dining room. When I took a seat in front of him, he stands, leaving the food and told Lisa to bring the food to his study room. I'm shocked. He comes to bed only after I'm asleep and goes before I wake up and he won't eat when I'm near him and goes back to his study room when I come across him. I think he found out how it feels when our life partner hurts us. Anyway, I don't want to deal with him. Things are better in this way. hmm
It's been 4 months, I am on this island. Not even once Shehry talked to me; he doesn't care whatever I do. At first, I asked him about small things while he came to bed but he simply keeps quiet, if I ask more than 2 times he goes out of the bedroom so I never disturb him. I did little things to rile him up to see what's with him but he remains calm. He goes to Dubai without informing me for weeks. Lisa is in her own world, she talk very less. At first, it was fine but after 2 months it's getting very hard to remain calm without any contact. I am in a situation that I can't reach my family nor they can talk to me. I can't talk to trees and walls and I can't take it anymore. I want someone to give me company. I can't bear this loneliness anymore.
Today I decided I will talk to Shehry, ask him how was his day was and the sort. I showered and made his side of the bed neatly and I didn't switch off the light. I waited for him. I checked everything in the room and myself when he entered the room. I gave him my smile which got no response. He simply lays on his side.
'Shehry?'
No response
'Umm, how was your day?'
Still no response
He simply switched off the light but I again switched on the light. He released a sigh and turned towards me. I gave him a smile. He sat up and came near me.
'You want me to sleep outside?'my smile dropped with his sentence. I didn't say anything, I simply switched off the light and slept silently. I shouldn't feel bad but somewhere, his rejection hurt me.
And again I did few things to talk to him but he is so adamant to not talk to me. After what he did to me, he is the one to try talk to me but I don't care who talks first this, loneliness is killing me day by day. I just want him to talk, to me nothing more or less.
'Okay, tell them I will be there in few days' I think Shehry is speaking to Zameer on the phone and I am leaning on his study door frame to look at him. He saw me but he continued his work. Tears are welling in my eyes. True to his word, he made me regret leaving his home, with his silent treatment. It's more torture than starving and beating and I will go crazy if it continued for another few days.
Shehry looked at me when sobs escaped my mouth but he remains calm and my sobs were getting bigger, he closed his laptop and looked at me.
'what?' With that my heart is pouring out my pain. He comes to me, for the first time in so long and looks at me, he brings his fingers to his eyes and rubbed them. He can't be that cruel he is torturing me in every way, can he?.He looked closely for the next few minutes while I'm crying and a small smile came to his lips. Iam getting hiccups with this crying but he didn't move from his state. I think I am gonna faint with this crying; as usual my tears did nothing to him.
'Come' he pulled a chair next to him to take a seat but I went to sit on his lap, He's spellbound by my actions but I don't care. I put my arms around his neck and cried. I cry till my tears run dry, I remined silent, in his arms as he put his hands to remove my hands but I pulled him close. I refuse to let go from this position .Giving up, he also placed his arms around me.
'What happened Tara?'
'You are avoiding me purposely'.
'If someone broke my trust, I can't let them come near, tara.' I removed my arms and looked into his eyes. Fresh tears are appearing in my eyes but before they came out he again took me into his arms, consoling me to stop.
'Okay okay, we will work on this thing, just stop crying now'. After a few moments we ate, cleaned and I clung to his arms in bed.
I woke up with a smile on my face to see a fully awake Shehry. I reached to him and lay my head on his chest. I am tracing his abs with my fingers.
'You told me, we will work on this yesterday. What was that?'i asked slowly to him. He raised my chin to look into his eyes and gave me a smile 'Its you who should work to earn forgiveness.'
My mind stopped with his confession.
Forgiveness? me.....?
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Yup typical shehry :P
Job job author thanks for this lovely chap <3
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For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."