Stalked To Be Desired and Damned

Content Warning : This story is not safe. It's addictive, explicit, and threaded with triggers that bite. It drags you through obsession, trauma, and the kind of desire that hurts as much as it heals. If you can't handle morally grey men, broken women, or the thin line between love and ruin, stop here. If you can... keep reading. I thought monsters only lived in the dark, until I was framed for a murder I didn't commit and dragged into a world that felt darker than any nightmare. Where he was. Where he's always been. Watching me. He doesn't love. He claims what's his and destroys anyone who touches it. I tried to run from the shadow that haunts me, but somehow, every time, I end up running straight back to him. He's danger wrapped in devotion. My curse. My obsession. My undoing. I should fear him. And I do. But fear doesn't stop the pulse between my thighs. Or the way my heart betrays me when he whispers my name like a threat and a prayer. They call it madness. I call it survival. Because in his darkness, I stopped being hunted. I became the desire. He's the shadow I was meant to run from, but the one who left his hunger burning deep inside me.

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Chapter 2

What is the worst thing that could happen to a child? Is it being maltreated? Abandoned? Not acknowledged? Or being framed for murder by her own parents?

The people she loved.

Irrespective of how they treated her, she'd never love them less. She still studies like no tomorrow, gets high grades so her father would look at her proudly.

Become the prodigy student just so her mother would acknowledge her and tell her 'she loves her'

But no matter how many awards she brings home. No matter how many competitions she won. They always treat her like the home trash.

Ariel's body trembled. Tears streaking down her cheeks nonstop. Her nose burns. The cuffs made clattering sounds from her trembling hands.

" So because she tried to confess to your crush, you killed her." The cop stated, sitting opposite her in the investigation room.

She shook her head vigorously. How could they say that? That she killed her classmate over a boy?

Her voice trembled desperately. " That's a lie. I didn't kill her."

" We saw your letter."

" Yes-yes, that's because I was trying to confess my love to Mantis and ask him out for prom."

" So you admit you liked him," the detective smug, leaning back.

" Yes."

" And that's why you killed her."

She shook her head frustratedly. " I did not kill her, I'd never kill anyone."

" So who did?"

" Ava." She sobbed. " It was Ava."

" Your sister.." the cop nodded like they didn't buy whatever she said.

" Can I see my parents? Please, even if it's just my Dad."

There's no way her Dad would hate her enough to make her take the fall for this.

" Your parents refuse to see a child like you. They said you're so obsessed with your sister, jealous and upset they adopted another child, which I believe is the reason why you're trying to frame her for this."

Ariel's jaw dropped. Her head went fuzzy like the cop was reading something from the script. She shook her head, cried out desperately, hoping and wishing someone out there would hear. Even if it's just one person. Anyone. Would believe her.

" Do an autopsy. That should reveal the truth." She said the moment the word ' autopsy' nudged at her.

" Well, I must say, you're as clever as they said. We did. And it revealed that Ruby was stabbed in a quick and precise manner. You must have stabbed her unexpectedly cause there wasn't any sign of fight or struggle."

Ariel sank into the chair. Tears were pooling in her eyes. Mucous streaming down to her lips.

" The only evidence is the pen. Your pen."

She knew it was over then. No matter what she says. No one would believe her. She hoped and pleaded, but even the lawyer she got barely listened to her; he would pick his ear and act nonchalantly.

Till the day of her trial.

Graduation was two days away now. But the uniform she was wearing wasn't her school uniform, but the orange shirt and trousers.

Handcuffed, one of the cops led her into the courtroom.

The room went into chaos the moment she stepped in. Ruby's parents were on their feet, furiously cursing at her. A few other parents were also pointing and calling her names.

Her frail body shivered. Her throat burned. Tightened. Unable to swallow.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Her back was hunched as if she wanted to hide her face in her chest.

When they sat her down, her eyes managed to look around till they landed on him.

Mantis.

Sitting and glaring at her like she was nothing but just dirt. Like she was the most disgusting thing he'd ever laid his eyes upon.

But her heart didn't thrash against her chest till they landed on her parents.

Sitting down there. Giving her the same look as others.

Ava was also staring at her with that look of disdain.

Ariel bit her pale dry lips, swallowing her whimper. Tears wouldn't stop even when the chaos had, even when the judge arrived and the lawyers had began arguing.

Though she wouldn't count it as an argument, cause her lawyer was barely speaking for her.

There's only one word that rang continuously in her head.

Forsaken.

By everyone. Even those who were supposed to love and support her.

Her heart skipped so hard when the judge called her name and told her to say something for herself, or if she had anything to say to the family.

She stared at the cold-faced judge, gulped hard, and muttered shakily.

" I didn't do it."

But of course, she knew the judge wouldn't believe her.

Her head dropped, wondering if she was going to be sentenced to life imprisonment. Or sentence to death by hanging?

' Is this how life changes within the snap of a finger? Is this how my story ends? As a criminal?' she asked in her mind.

' How did I go from wanting to tell my crush I like him. To being cuffed for killing my classmate out of jealousy?'

Tears dropped to her thigh.

What she heard next, was her sentencing.

" Miss Ariel Hort, you're eighteen years of age. A young woman, barely at the threshold of adulthood. Yet, you stand before this court convicted of the most grievous of crimes. The unlawful and deliberate taking of another life."

Ariel's heart started beating fast as the judge paused as if she was letting the word sink in.

" This court..." she continued. "...has considered the evidence presented, the statements made by witnesses, and your own denial. The jury found, beyond a reasonable doubt, that you did, in fact, cause the death of your fellow student, Miss Ruby Tim, out of jealousy and malice."

" You're young yes. And the court does not ignore the recklessness of youth, nor the clouded judgment that emotions can bring. But youth cannot excuse the intentional destruction of a life."

With a hardened tone, she proceeded. " Therefore, in accordance with 18 U.S.C. §1111(b), the court hereby sentences you, Ariel Hort, to life imprisonment with no parole."

The gavel struck.

Ariel's body sank. The world spun in a fuzzy flash before her eyes.

Every word and shout became indistinguishable.

She felt the cop grab her arm and pulled her up.

Just as he was taking her out, her eyes landed on him.

Her body froze instantly. Her legs couldn't move.

Cold shivers ran down her spine.

Her heart was racing like never before.

Her knees were buckling.

He was sitting there, in the midst of chaos like a God. Like the kind of man judges fear and criminals obey.

Dressed in a black suit with his legs crossed.

He wasn't giving her the same look as others. He was staring intensely at her like he wanted to ruin her. Like he would ruin her, crush her between in fingers and lick it.

She didn't know who he was, but the way he made her tremble, not with fear, but with something that scares her, something she couldn't find a name fo

That was the first time she saw him. Met him.

Her hunter.

The man who would haunt her soul- until fear and desire became the same thing.

Author's note: If you're Ariella, what will you do? Kindly share your thoughts, opinions about the story .....who do you think this mysterious man is?

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For six years, I endured my husband David's family shaming me for my barren womb. I went through countless painful fertility treatments, clinging to his promises that we would one day have a child. Then I saw the picture on his secret social media: David, his arm around my "wellness coach," Briana, her belly round with their "little miracle." The confrontation was a nightmare. Briana shoved me, and I was left bleeding on the floor as David rushed her to the hospital. Later, my own family told me to accept the affair for the sake of my brother's medical bills, which David's family paid. David even slapped me for daring to call Briana a liar. But the true horror came in a message from Briana. She gloated that David had been sabotaging my treatments all along. He had made me believe I was broken, just so he could replace me. My hope turned to ice. I found them celebrating in a hotel suite. As David reached for me, I met his terrified gaze and threw myself down the grand staircase. My life was over, and I was taking them down with me.

Horror Modern Romance

9.6

Luna Of The Lone Wolf

9.6

18+ Reader Advisory: This story contains mature themes and content intended strictly for adult readers. From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back. If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion. Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind. But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous. He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming. She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go. She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast. What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

7.3

My Fiance's Deadly Betrayal

7.3

A week before my wedding, my fiancé' s sister-in-law, Kimberlee, ran me off a bridge. As I lay dying in the wreckage, my fiancé, Deacon, rushed past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to prioritize her "superficial" shock over my fatal injuries. He forced my crushed hand to sign a waiver absolving her of all fault, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get attention," he muttered. "Kimberlee is the priority. She almost died." I watched as a ghost while he ignored the pleas of my colleagues to perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor he wished I were dead. Then, he proposed to Kimberlee with my ring. My love for him finally shattered. I was dead, my career was being destroyed, and my murderer was wearing my ring. But death wasn't the end. It was a front-row seat to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man who let me die, forced to watch every single moment.

Horror Mystery Romance

7.5

The Cursed Prophecy

7.5

On the Luna crowning day, a tempest loomed. I warned the alpha that Luna Snow would doom the pack. Enraged, he banished me to the Red Lair. There, my jealous sister used my blood in dark magic, claiming a blessed future with Luna's son. I lost my arm's function and foresight. Months later, Luna vanished, lies unraveled. Regret - stricken, the alpha, a wounded beast, thought only I could save the pack. He gave me a potion, a death sentence. I drank it with no choice. Unaware of our intertwined fates, cursed by nature, his desperation set our downfall in motion. As pain and memories overwhelmed me, the end neared.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

9.0

The Echo She Chose To Erase

9.0

I was Aegis's top operative, betrayed by my fiancé, Hazen, and the very woman I had rescued and mentored, Bianca. They conspired against me, framing me as unstable and jealous. Hazen, the man I was supposed to marry, chose to believe her calculated lies over my raw pain, even after he caught them together. He pushed me, causing a head injury, and then publicly condemned me when I tried to expose Bianca's manipulation. My own partner, my friends, everyone I had saved and fought alongside, turned against me, siding with the "fragile" victim she pretended to be. Hazen's final betrayal was the coldest. He had me tortured, then left me broken in a cell, all to protect Bianca's fabricated innocence. "You are a liability, Echo," he had said, his eyes devoid of love, "a dangerous, unstable liability." I was left with nothing, my spirit shattered, my entire life a lie. The accusations, the abandonment, the sheer injustice of it all-it was a poison I couldn't live with. So I did the only thing I could. I walked into a clandestine clinic and had them erase it all. Now, I am Evelyn, a quiet bookseller in Vermont. I remember nothing. And today, three years later, a man with haunted eyes just walked into my shop and called me by a name I don't know: "Echo?"

Horror Mafia Romance Sci-Fi

9.4

The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire

9.4

I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul. Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant. "Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered. When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment." I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him. "So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this." I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me. I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back. He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart. "In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble. But in a world where I had already been sold once, I knew that even protection came with a price I couldn't afford to pay.

Billionaire Horror Modern

Stalked To Be Desired and Damned

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