W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

She lived in a golden cage- Polished. Perfect, and Suffocating. The kind of life everyone envied but no one would survive. And then he came. Not as a savion. But as a predator. The moment his eyes found hers, the rules shattered. He didn't care about boundaries, bloodlines, or the cost of breaking her world part. He wants her Completely. Dangerously. Obsessively. And she knew from the very first day. He wasn't the kind of man you can escape. Because Once a predator marks his prey... It's already too late.

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴. *** Giselle Martin prefers a quiet life, hiding in the shadows, and watching her childhood crush live out his playboy whims. When she comes back from schooling in Paris, her long term crush finally notices her. So does his older brother. idk just give it a shot pls. age gap slow burn smutty (eventually)

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

"Baby girl, won't you help me?" William was never the type to beg. The most feared mafia king, he was used to taking what he wanted; ruthlessly, without remorse. When a bullet tears through his shoulder, he does what he always does: kidnaps a doctor, forces them to patch him up, and erases the evidence. But Dr. Est is different. Soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, and far too tempting. From the moment William locks eyes with him, he knows one thing: this one, he can't let go. Est should fear him. He should run. But when William smirks, voice dripping like honey and venom, Est feels his heart betray him. In a world where love is a weakness and danger lurks behind every whispered promise, how do you escape the devil when he's already marked you as his? A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains strong language, mature themes, violence, abuse, and dark romance elements. Reader discretion is advised.

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

I was supposed to forget him. Just one night. One stupid, reckless, blazing hot night. I didn't even know his last name... But two months later, I'm pregnant with the heir to one of the most dangerous empires in the world. Damien Moretti is lethal, wealthy, and terrifyingly possessive. I built a life without him, poured everything into my boutique, held my head high, and decided I could do this on my own. Until he walked back into my life like a storm- demanding answers, demanding me. And he's not leaving without a fight. Now I'm stuck between a man who terrifies me and a future I never planned for... Because Damien doesn't just want the baby. He wants everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And once a Moretti claims something... He never lets Go His lips were fire-bruising, demanding, desperate as he pressed me back against the boutique's fitting room mirror. One hand gripped my hip like he owned it. The other slid down, low and reverent, stopping right where our child was growing inside me. "Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged and possessive. "This baby... you... all of it. Mine." I should've pushed him away. But instead, I arched into him as his mouth traveled lower, whispering filthy promises over the swell of my barely-there bump before planting a hot kiss there. "You shouldn't be here," I whispered. He looked up at me with eyes that burned emerald. "Sweetheart... I'm never leaving." Written by:butterfly A stand alone book youtube channel filled with more characters is linked here www.youtube.com/@Butterflydream-m3o