Sofia Moretti thought Nico de Luca has hated her since they were kids. With his cold demeanour and icy stares, it was no wonder she thought so. But the line between love and hate is all too thin, and it isn't long before Nico's obsession is revealed...

There's no doubt that the personal bonds between twins can be strong, but there's no evidence that it's mysterious or unexplained. If only one knew the pain they gave the other by leaving. The Na'vi say, that every person is born twice, but they don't explain about sharing one. OC(Sully) x Ao'nung • Slow burn

Vineya, Neteyam's shy twin, never wanted to leave the forest. Aonung, the Metkayina heir, never wanted her in his clan. But enemies turn into something dangerous when jealousy, forbidden desire, and unexpected feelings pull them together. He's trapped by duty. She's drowning in a world not her own. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to breathe. A/N characters are aged up a few years

"𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨" in which two na'vi learn that forbidden love doesn't happen only in fairytales 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚: 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐔 ¹ 𝘁𝘀𝘆𝘂𝗹 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐔 ² 𝗽𝗮𝘆

"Say it again for me, love, 'You belong to me.'" "I-I belong t-to y-you" He whipped out a belt which made me scream in pain. "Don't you dare stutter, or you'll regret every syllable." I immediately nodded "You're my property." "I'm your property," I replied in a low, raspy voice while controlling my tears. "You're mine and only mine." "I'm yours and only yours." He smirked, closing the distance between us. "Good girl," he said, pulling me closer to his unyielding chest. "I don't like hitting you. Why do you do this huh?" I sobbed into his chest as he wiped away my tears and shook his head, caressing my wet cheeks with a voice filled with sad guilt. "But since you've made me angry. There has to be a punishment, so you don't repeat." "All I asked for was your loyalty, completely and utterly," he glared at me and his emotions shifted. He squeezed my cheek into a pout. Our noses touched as he spoke through clenched teeth. "I want you obsessin' over me. Drop to your knees, and offer your prayers to our everlasting god-me. Pray, and I'll make sure your dreams, wishes, and life are taken care of. Don't be scared, love, 'cause I love you and we're destined for each other." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 in Escape 8th August 2024 #1 in Reynolds 8th August 2024 #1 in Wedding 28th September 2024 #1 in Dark 22nd October 2024 #2 in Freedom 6th December 2024 #1 in Zephyr 18th May 2025 #1 in Obsessivecompulsivedisorder 18th May 2025 #2 in Abuse 5th July 2025

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

A Dark Romance | 18+ Seraphina Blake was born to smile, nod, and obey. A prodigy at the piano and a masterpiece of quiet elegance, she was raised to be seen-not heard. But when her father signs away her future for power and prestige, Seraphina is thrown into a world of sharp suits, colder stares, and a last name that drips with legacy and lies. Damien Thorne is everything she isn't. Billionaire CEO. Heartless. Untouchable. The type of man who doesn't flinch when the world burns-because he's usually the one who lit the match. He never asked for a wife. Especially not one like her. But in a world where love is currency and marriage is war, Seraphina must learn how to survive the empire she was forced into... Even if it means melting the ice around Damien's heart-or letting it consume her. ---------------- The shock stole my voice. I could feel the smooth surface at my back and the heat of his body so close it made my skin burn. My wrists were pinned, and I was trapped. Still, I whispered, "Why are you doing this...?" His voice was low, rough, dangerous. "You play beautifully," he said, his breath ghosting against my skin. "So graceful. So poised. So perfect." For a moment, I almost believed it was a compliment. But then he leaned closer. "But I see past that sweet little act," he whispered. "All the pretty smiles and perfect posture-it's a facade. You're just another spoiled princess playing pretend. But don't bother. You won't fool me." ----------------