「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬"」 ── ❝ Aren't you just the cutest? ❞ ❝ Please... don't hurt me mister... ❞ ── Etienne Theodore has always been a good boy. He stays inside like his father tells him to, plays with his stuffed animals, and doesn't ask too many questions. The outside world is scary, and bad things happen when you disobey. But one day, everything changes. When a dangerous man with cold eyes and bloodstained hands comes to collect his father's debt, Etienne is taken away, locked inside a beautiful but terrifying mansion. A place where he's no longer a boy, but a possession. A fragile doll meant to be kept, owned and broken. No one told him monsters wear expensive suits. No one warned him that some cages are lined with gold. And no one prepared him for Aleksander Volkov, the Monster of Russia.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette-lit, used, passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses-anonymous. Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break fucking bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

Ruthless Alpha Kane meets Sora, a gentle human who shatters his walls-and turns his world upside down. *** At 31, Alpha Kane Locus Black has given up on looking for his mate. Since the age of 18 it has been all he wanted; now at 31 he is a cold, scary and distant Alpha to his pack. Until he meets Sora. His little human mate. *** Book 1 of the Alpha series

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

[𝐌𝐈𝐓 • 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏] He managed to make a sane eighteen-year-old INSANE. ~ He was fascinated by her. And he wanted to make her fascinated about him, so he played a game with her. Messed with her mind in ways he shouldn't have. The catch: he was the only one that knew the rules. Note: The Main Male Character in this book has mental issues regarding Child Abuse, Trauma, and Mental Abuse. I wanted to give a reason WHY he would be a psycho. (MIT Series • Book 1 ) ( First Draft | Editing Offline ) ( Mature Audiences Only ) ( Trigger Warnings Inside ) ( Completed: Dec 12th, 2021 ) Copyright © 2021 Dylan Crown. All Rights Reserved.

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Watcher I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. I will claim her.

"Strip!" His voice growled as his eyes bored into her soul earning no gestures. "I-I" Her heart raced with fear as tears made thier way to her cheeks running down. She doesn't expect him to do this, to say this. His patience was going to its peak as he was burning from inside. "I-i , m-me p-please" she hiccuped loudly as words were stucked in her throat. He took a step ahead as she cowered and stood. Her legs were shaky but tried to get away from him. "Stay there" he warned. It all started from that event when he become obsessed with the kind soul. ____________ "Move away mister" she spoke with an hurriedly expression as she was looking again and again for her parents at the giant haul. "What did you say?" he spoke surprisingly as a muscle ticked his jaw. "I said move away" she said with a hardness in her voice as his veins popped. "Do you even know who I am?" he spoke in his dangerous voice. "Yes I know you are a human" she said and was about to go away but he yanked her arm and pinned her on the nearby wall catching her offguard. "You are gonna regret this little miss" he said while tugging a strand of hair behind her hair. "huh?" she said and he went away as she looked at him dumbfounded but shrugged her shoulders casually thinking of him as a drunkard. Nineteen-year-old a beautiful girl who lived with her parents happily her little family while studying second year of college to fulfill her dreams but the life has another plans for her. Her life take a 360 degree turn when she mistakenly caught attention of a man whom everyone is feared off. He saw her, he liked her, he wanted her and he will get her. It clearly tells that he is OBSESSED with her. What is going to happen in this situation?

"Don't..." he rubbed my clit slowly, and I gasped, closing my eyes shut. "You ever think of talking about that damn blondie in front of me again," he dipped a finger into me slowly, and I squeezed my toes in my shoes. "Or think of seeing or getting stuck with him forever. It will never happen while I'm alive, Darlin Zera. Hmm?" He pulled out and shoved it in again, and I let out a silent cry. "We...are...in the library," I croaked, forcing my eyes to look at his. "You think I didn't know that? Huh?" He slowly drew his finger out before forcing it back in. I bit my bottom lips sharply and suppressed my moan. "Also, you will be a good girl for me and go to the teacher's office. Tell them you want me as a partner instead. " He pulled out, leaving half of his finger inside me before shoving it back in. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Zera Palmer is an ordinary, smart, and composed senior in Meadow High who finds herself juggling her studies with feeding her family by working part-time as a waitress. That was what everyone thought, including her mother. But Zera is aware that the "part-time work aspect as a waitress" is not true. She worked as a stripper at a club where she transformed into a completely different person each night. She had everything planned out, and her secret work was going smoothly. Getting caught was the last thing she wanted. However, a particular famous bad guy at her school, who had girls falling at his feet and would go to any length to get what he wanted, sees her and makes a deal with her in exchange for keeping her secret. I mean, it's just a deal? That was Zera thought, but the deal evolved into something neither of them expected. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ♥️) I update this story everyday so trust me, we will both enjoy this story together 😩 All images are from PINTEREST excluding the whatsapp messages screenshots.

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."