❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Psychological breaking ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

​"Please-I just-I want to go home-please-" Elara begged until her throat was raw, pleading for a mercy that Adam didn't seem to possess. ​She was just a tired girl trying to get home through the sleepless streets of New York. He was a man making deals in the shadows. She saw him, and became a problem to be solved Now locked inside a quiet, sterile cage, the days blur into a terrifying dependency. The lines between prisoner and caretaker begin to bleed, and Elara finds herself fighting something more dangerous than Adam's absolute control: the betrayal of her own heart, beating for the man who broke her. ___________________________________________ ​⚠️ WARNINGS Kidnapping / Captivity, Stockholm Syndrome, Dubious Consent, Physical Trauma, Forced Dependency, Psychological Manipulation, Explicit Sexual Scenes, hardcore sex, Dominance & Submission. Please reconsider reading this story if you are sensitive to these topics.

❝ "Please... please, please," I whine into his mouth, broken and needy. He smirks against my lips, savouring my desperation. "Please what, pretty girl? Hm? Talk to me- I know you can." ❞ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆˚⁺ At Novae Vale, secrets aren't kept. They're traded. After a year lost to grief, Scarlett Cheslyn-Arden steps through the iron gates of the world's most elite academy and straight into the shadows of the Order, a society where favours have teeth and debts are written in blood. Win the Trials and you earn a single promise powerful enough to crown a king or ruin a family. She's ice-poised, untouchable, determined to survive on her own terms. He's heat-Xavier Caelum, her brother's best friend, her fiancé to be, a walking sin with lazy smiles and razor edges. They're paired for the Trials, bound by rules that make desire dangerous and silence compulsory. Underground fights thrum beneath the pool house. Poker nights hum with champagne and lies. There are masks, messages, and the kind of parties where music vibrates through your bones. In the dark between competitions, their banter turns sharp, their glances turn heavy, and touch becomes a promise neither of them should make. To win the Blood Credit, Scarlett must play the Order's game-clever, ruthless, unafraid. To keep her heart, she should stay away from Xavier. But when power tastes like his mouth and safety looks a lot like his hands on her waist, restraint starts to feel like a losing strategy. A sensual, slow-burn elite dark romance about found family, forbidden desire, and the cost of choosing your own fate-where every secret has a price, and every kiss is a risk.

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement (upcoming) explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

Will she ever forgive them for abandoning her? Will they ever be able to unveil her secrets? Where was she for all those years? This is story of a girl who was abandoned by her brothers when she was seven. Now, after 9 years, her brothers brought her back home. How will she deal with them, simultaneously dealing with the terrors that haunt her every night? Sneak Peak- Once we were out, I stopped and turned to face my blood relatives and said, "Okay, now that I am out you don't need to act anymore. Now, you guys can go back to your house and pretend that this never happened. I will go to my house and will make sure that we will not cross each other's path, even by accident." I was about to turn back when Ezekiel held my elbow, stopping me on my track. I immediately snatched my hand back glaring at him and said, "Do not ever touch me again." His eyes showed an emotion of hurt that I am sure I read incorrectly because one thing that Kensington brothers are incapable of was getting hurt by any outsider. And that was what I was. An outsider. Sensing the tension in the atmosphere Aldric took it upon himself to say whatever his brother was about to. "You are going with us." He spoke. One thing about Aldric Kensington was that once he has made his mind, there is nothing in this world that can change his decision. This is the very quality of his that made my life a living nightmare, and this is exactly why I hate him more than any of my brothers. "Let's go Athaliah," Ezekiel said this time. That name. No one has called me by that name in six years. "My name is Zahra," I corrected and continued, "And I am not going with you." #1 in pastabuse #1 in abusing #1 in nightterror on 27/02/25 #1 in running on 2/2/25, 26/4 #1 in babysister on 15/12/24 #1 in brothersconflict on 27/12/24 #2 in abandoned #2 in broken #2 in brokenfamily #4 in olderbrother #5 in mafiaprincess #9 in siblings #3 in siblingrivalry #18 in trauma #34 in littlesister #59 in mafia

vienna, taken by her mother before she was even born, has had to work hard for everything in her life. so when she wins the world championship for chess and gets a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the world, she catches the attention of the second place winner and 3 boys that feel familiarity. (6 older brothers) warning: romance (maybe spice i havent decided yet), nightmares, violence, anxiety, detachment and other mature themes. HAPPY ENDING note: hi guys ur fav girl is back once again! most of the images are not mine, creds to all og artists/photographers :) note 2: once again, i am not an author! i write purely for fun so please be patient and if you don't like my writing you dont have to read my work :) even though this intro is not proper grammar i swear i aim for normal essay/novel formatting for all my works. note 3: any and all feedback is appreciated. if you have any suggestions or even want to write a scene and send it to me i will be happy to include them :) aiming for completion around may 2026 :) thank you all so much for reading and I hope you like my story. enjoy! ;) #1 in italy (out of 15k stories, yall r amazing thank youu) #1 in mafiaprincess (out of 20k is insane omg) #1 in hardwork #1 in academicrivalstolovers #1 in chess #1 in privateschool #1 in longlostmafiaprincess #1 in longlostsister #2 in olderbrothers #5 in violent #6 in aggressive

There are girls raised to behave. And girls who learn how to survive. Elena Radcliffe wears perfection like armour-polished smiles, perfect manners, and secrets sharp enough to cut. She's careful. Controlled. And far more dangerous than she looks. Kai Murphy doesn't do careful. Reckless, magnetic, and completely untamed, he lives like he has nothing to lose-and maybe he doesn't. When their worlds collide in England, 2005, it's explosive. Hate turns into desire. Desire turns into obsession. And lines meant to stay uncrossed disappear fast. Because some fires aren't meant to be tamed. And the most dangerous women aren't born- they're provoked.

𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?