"Father forgive me for I have sinned, I had some unorthodox thoughts about that guy in church again." Nicholas is a good boy, he's the grandson of an abusive pastor, but still believes in a better future. Lucifer the fallen angel is searching for his soulmate, to complete the prophecy. Watch their worlds collide. Contains addiction, abuse and other triggers. Sorry In advance, never meant to offend anyone. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes. Enjoy. Your traumatized Author, Cinderella.
Prologue
The morning star will shine again.
Heaven will stand against the beloved child.
Sacrifices must be made.
For the mate to show.
The wings he will restore.
By his side he shall stand
Hell they will rule.
All hail the king.
"It's a prophecy my lord."
"Can you tell when it will happen?"
"No my lord , you gonna have to wait and see"
"Wait and see....uhmm...good thing all i have is time
Until we meet again then"
I'm running through the forest, i fall and scrap my knees and hands. But i don't care i keep running i can feel him getting closer to me. I need to go to him, i need him. Him. He's a tall dark figure, his back is the only thing i see, his dark hair falling down to his nape, it look like black satin. I'm finally close enough to touch him , for him to turn around and show me his face.
Beep beep beep.
The alarm woked me up, it's 6:30am on a sunday, i know what you're thinking why am i up so early on a weekend. It's SUNDAY that means it's CHURCH day and i can't skip that unless i want my grandpa to skin me alive. He's the priest of our small town, my mother got pregnant with me when she was sixteen her father kicked her out, she lived on the street till she gave birth to me, she died due to pneumonia when i was three months old.
My father her high school sweetheart and school bad boy refused to acknowledge my existence. So of course the good priest and distressed father took me in to raise me as his own.
I hate my grandfather, he's the reason my mother died , where was his mercy when she was sick , i knew she came and asked for help after i was born, i knew cause he told me in cold voice how he kicked both of us out to the rainy night.
She died three nights after and since she was in town he had to take me in, he had to play the role of the loving father who lost a daughter.
It's all lies , a big play he put out for the people to see , our town is small population of two thousand person and only one church and one pastor.
He's being worshiped no one does anything without his approval.
Behind closed door it's another story and another world , he'll beat me all the time sometimes in the name of jesus , saying he's trying to teach how to be a good christian. He hates me , hate that we're stuck here together , hate the fact that my mother got pregnant with me and brought shame to his name.
My name is Nicholas, my mother named me , i have my mother looks, her green eyes and blond hair. That's all i got from her , my grandpa burned all her belonging after he kicked her out, i don't even have a picture of her. I only know i look like her from other people words, when i was growing up i used to hear the sentence "little Katherine" or "copy of his mother".
Our similarities cause me more harm then good , I'm the walking shame, the bastard son, a reminder of her mistakes, someone to take the blame.
I get up and go get ready for church arriving late will guarantee a belting. I go through my morning routine from shower, washing my teeth, combing my hair all while thinking about that dream, that same dream about that man. I turned seventeen two weeks ago and it's when the dream started, every single night when I get close enough to see his face i jolt in bed awake.
I walk down the kitchen to see grandpa sitting drinking his coffee, i stand next to the door and wait for him to acknowledge me , I'm not allowed to get in without his permission, when he nod his head i walk in
"Good morning sir" i say , I'm not allowed to call him grandpa it's sir in private and pastor in public.
After breakfast made by me, cleaning the kitchen we head toward the church, i do some chores around here too like cleaning and organizing.
People start to show up around eight , the service start at eight thirty sharp. I force a smile on my face and greet the people, i have to be polite and respectful altough i would love to beat half of them.
Well except riley , he's new to town and got a special charm, he's really sweet to me and I'm sure he's the only one in town who don't call me bastard the moment i trun my back.
He sit next to me in during the service while we listen to my grandpa speaking about... God knows what i wasn't paying him any attention my whole focus was on riley , he have a sharp jaw , how his shirt extend over his prominent muscles , his brown eyes and brown curls that i just wanted to mess with.
After the mass was over and the crowd began to thin my grandpa ask me to meet him at his office, it was a weird request but i obeyed.
The second i came through the door, grandpa dragged me in and locked the door.
"Sir..." i try to ask what's wrong
"Shut up! I saw you looking to that boy the whole time! What do you think you're doing." he yell at me
"What boy there was no boy sir" i say with a tremor in my voice
"What was the service about" he ask and i panick i had no idea what it was about
"It was...about...sir it was" i stutter unable to get words out of my mouth.
"Enough" he scream and push me down my knees , he goes behind me and take off his belt, the first smack landed on my back and i jump in pain.
He keep beating me till I'm all bloodied and screaming in agony.
"Pray for forgiveness " he order
I'm sobbing, not able to form words he fist my hair and crane my neck back till we our eyes meet and he order me to pray again.
"Father forgive me for i have sinned...i....i had some unorthodox thoughts about a boy today" i say and he let go of me.
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Sophia: I didn't ask for my mother to get married, I didn't ask for five protective step brothers, and I definitely didn't ask for him to become my daddy. Victor: I'm an alpha, a werwolf, I'm a possessive beast. She's my new step sister, my new baby, she's mine. The family: We only find our mate once in our life, when our brother, future alpha, proud daddy dom found his mate,but only for her to be our new step sister we knew we were in for a ride, welcome to the family little sis. This is a DDLG story, you've been warned.
Talia works in a company, its secret matching company, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. She saw many things, she saw all kinds of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to try what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she’s neither, and if she could afford to leave this whole place she would. Marco, is a daddy-dominant, a trainer, and a recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she was a little even if she wasn’t yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he has planned for her? This is my way of dealing with my depression, read it if you want, I’ll be grateful to you. This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes.
Welcome to the bottom of hell, leave all your dreams and hopes outside. That was Eden's life, until they came in, they turned her life into a literal Eden. But not all sweet things last forever. Enjoy their ride and their relationship. This is a CGL story, you've been warned. Apologize for any misspelling or Grammar mistakes, god knows I have tones of those.
Mia was lost, in a world where everyone was classified into dominant and submissive, she didn't know what she was. Her mother abused her and her father didn't know about her existence, locked away and forgotten by everyone. Until they came in, three supernatural brothers, a Dom, a master, and a daddy. All ready to try and help her find herself and who she belongs to, after all it's every dom job to try and help the submissives. This story is DDLG, you've been warned. Apologies for any misspellings and grammar mistakes.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
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"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
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.