"You wrote about monsters like you understood them, little dove. You gave them rules, you gave them boundaries, and you thought you were safe hiding behind a fake name and a computer screen. You weren't safe. You were bleeding out a map right to my front door. I spent three years awake in the dark, swallowing your words like religion, because you wrote the exact kind of violent, fucked-up madness that already lives in my bones. You didn't invent the villain, Amy. You summoned him. So go ahead. Hide in your quiet little house. Lock your doors. Put a whole ocean between us. But when I cross it and tear those walls down, I'm not asking for the next chapter. I'm going to lock you in the dark with the real thing, and I am going to love you until you can't remember how to write a happy ending without me in it." - Cole Blain To the world, Amy Mae Williams is a ghost. A quiet, terrified girl hiding in the UK, writing filthy, morally black romance novels to survive her own grief. To Cole Blain, she is the only reason he hasn't completely lost his mind. Cole is a Montana rancher and former Army Specialist who hasn't slept a full night since he was ten years old. He operates on a frequency of violence that makes real psychopaths sweat. During his darkest deployments, he devoured Ava's books. He didn't just read them; he recognized himself in the violent, obsessive men she created. He knows her pen name. And now, he knows her real one. When her editor mysteriously vanishes, Amy is forced out of hiding and across the ocean to a remote Montana cabin. She's looking for answers. She finds the neighbor instead. A pale-eyed, sunburnt predator who looks exactly like the monsters she writes about. Because he is one. Amy writes about monsters who would burn the world to ashes for the women they love. She is about to realize she just walked straight into the cage of one. And Cole Blain has absolutely no intention of ever letting his little dove fly away.

♛𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄♛ "You like what you see , Jaxon?" He got up and came closer to me and replied. "I like you any day, Hour and minute." He grabbed my neck and slowly and started peppering kisses down my body . I let out a low moan and he whispers in my ear- "Remember when I said I was going to make you talk..... Well I am when I fuck the shit out of you." He pushes me on the bed and says- "Spread your legs. I want to see all of you." - THIS USED TO BE CALLED BUNNY TILL I REWROTE IT. COVER MADE BY ME OF COURSE:) [MATURE CONTENT]

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

[ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ- ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ] "You look so good like this," he smirked, lifting her chin with the tip of his wand. "Under my control." ~ 6th Year at Hogwarts has just begun. Draco Malfoy, a Death Eater as of recently. Athena Greene, far from it. After an interference with Malfoy only a week into the new school year, and several events following that - catching scent of the Amortentia, that damn mahogany cologne - Athena finds herself thinking about him more often than she'd like. Both face the conflicts of their own prejudices, despising each other meanwhile struggling to stay away. - cover art by me ;) - #1 Draco - 18.02.22

When I hit the asshole with my car, I should've just killed him. Now, I owe him. And he doesn't want my money. The worst part is that when I give him a ride home, 𝘮𝘺 mom walks out the front door. With his dad. My new stepdad. His plans for me just got a whole lot easier...

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

✔️Started On: December 21, 2021 Completed On: By: Maryam A✔️ #1 in Romance #1 in Sold #2 in Gangleader #4 in Gang #19 in Guns description coming soon...;)

"I hate you," she whispered softly, as if the words were a secret meant more for her than for me. "I know, baby." A subtle smile played on my lips as I spoke, and I gently buried my head in the warmth of her neck. "And it better stay that way." ♡ He met his match. A person unwavering to his dirty antics merely because of his popularity and the constant fulfillment of his desires. Perhaps that's what fueled his resentment toward her. She refused to be one of his "fans". She fought back, talked back, and boldly rebuked him. She provoked him, opposed him, leaving an indelible mark on his ego. He loathed her for it. Why couldn't she play the submissive pawn or step aside? In turn, she despised his inflated ego and the way he believed the world revolved around him. Their rivalry extended beyond mere dislike, permeating through academics, sports, and the rich tapestry of cultural endeavors. Within the halls of GreenWood University, it was common knowledge that Lana Angelica Smithson and Nicolas Kai Harper harboured a profound and unmistakable animosity towards each other. . . . mature content ⚠️ (details in the first chapter) . . . You do not need to read the first book (HIS OBSESSION) to understand this one. It's a standalone. . . .

Lucian Alderidge likes things particular. Perfect one would say That is why he is the best That's why his business is successful. He is one of the top lawyers around, owning his own business and commanding his employees to follow suit. Yet he is cold, lonely, distant from family and unable to convey his emotions Viviana Romero however, is a mess A chaotic and panicked secretary that falls over her own feet to make things perfect for her boss With little thanks for it. His life is perfect because she makes it that way. His business is successful because she keeps him running And she wears her heart bare for many to see So when she hands him her resignation, he is... fine He tells himself he's fine Because she's just a secretary But when he has to bring in someone else, he begins to realise just how much he needs Viviana Just how much he thinks of her And stares at her And... wants her 18+

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗