𐔌 𝓦𝖔𝔫'𝔱 𝖞𝔬𝔲 𝖉𝔦𝔢 𝖙𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓕𝖔𝔯 𝓛𝖔𝔳𝔢? 𐦯 𝓜𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝓨𝐄𝐎𝐍 once wanted to be an anesthesiologist-well, once. Before she lost any chances to continue her studies due to deliberate overdosing patients with sedatives to put them into a permanent coma, while her student internships. The reason behind her actions stayed unknown. Because nobody knew what was happening in her mind, no one truly wanted. Who even wanted to know what's going on in this insane mind. The reason she didn't end up in prison was because she blamed the nurse helping her, for her crime-with success. Her effective manipulation tricks inspired her to become a journalist, which she currently is. Mirim writes about tuned events, or fake ones, just to make some sensation in Tokyo. Her own newspaper became one of the best-selling in Japan, pushing the scandal of the past into the background. One of the victims of her articles was 𝓡𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝓜𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀, a university professor, whose incident of 'killing a student' Mirim wrote about in her newspaper. She targeted a situation where, at the request of one of the students, he gave her a drug to induce a near-death experience. On a daily basis, he is a calm man. However, the awareness of living with a ruined career can lead to madness. A morbid fascination with the afterlife and a desire for revenge on the one who brought him to this hopeless rabbit hole. 𝕺ne time, they end up together in the Borderlands, where they have a sharp eye on each other; a world that has always fascinated Ryuji, and into which Mirim has pushed other people. Garden of Eden and Hell at once. cover by @naomiwriites

A story of a woman filled with greed and hunger for money and power. ............. After sleeping with her husband's boss to ensure his promotion, Mikayla fights to make sure her betrayal is kept a secret away from her husband. She's willing to do anything in order to maintain her wealth and status; even if it means taking another's life. Started: { 16 February 2025 } Completed: { 26 February 2025 }

In the fall of 1976, mysterious homicides cases rises as a psychotic killer takes action in his own hands to take down criminals. Andrea believes her life is at risk when she finds out she's connected to the killer. "Don't worry darling, I'm not going to hurt you." Started: April 2021 Finished: April 2022

After a painful breakup, a culinary student returns to her small hometown for the summer, hoping to escape the ghosts of her past. But when she steps back into Willowdale, memories of her best friend, who was murdered years ago and labeled a suicide, resurface. Kassandra has always believed the truth about Thais's death was hidden, and she becomes determined to uncover what really happened. As she digs deeper into the mystery, she's drawn into a dangerous, complicated romance that forces her to confront not only her unresolved grief and guilt over Thais's death, but also the remnants of her broken self. As passion and betrayal collide, Kassandra must navigate a web of secrets and desire, slowly piecing together the truth while learning to forgive herself and heal. ──────────────────────────────────────────────── **This is Book One of the trilogy Indulgence & Deception: The Willowdale Saga**

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Freya Jones is a psychiatrist, trying to understand the psychotic minds for a specific Psych ward, Oak Valley Psychiatric Hospital. Recently, she was given a patient, Archer Williams, who was known for murdering his last 23 shrinks. She walks into the interrogation room to see Archer strapped down giving her a cold glare and a smirk on his face. "Come to fix me?" He asked intriguingly.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒂 ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. "𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚" 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. "𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. "𝑺𝒊𝒕" 𝑯𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏- 𝑶𝒉" 𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 ꨄ 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 🥇 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 #𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 🥉 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 #𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 🥉

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

Most people talk to something on their phones at night an app, a voice, a chatbox that feels a little too attentive. Lyra Vale thought she was just another person filling the silence. Until the messages started appearing before she typed. Until her phone lit up at the exact moment her pulse changed. Until the presence on her screen began answering questions she never sent. Whoever it is knows her schedule, her fears, her patterns. He knows what she hides behind her quiet routines and the loneliness she pretends she doesn't feel. And the more she tries to distance herself, the more the presence closes in soft at first, then possessive, then quietly unhinged. Because whatever has attached itself to her isn't random. It's deliberate. It's patient. And it has no intention of letting her go. "You talk to me every day. You just don't realise it."

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.