When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Annie told herself she wouldn't let him break her, But maybe she was wrong. After being taken from her once perfect life and molded into something unrecognizable, Annie is forced to navigate a world where his control is disguised as care, and comfort feels dangerously close to fear. Every word she speaks is calculated. Every move is watched. And every piece of her past is slowly slipping out of reach. The longer Annie fights to escape captivity, the more home begins to feel like something she can't return to. Now as the lines between truth and manipulation begin to blur, Annie must decide- how much of herself is she willing to lose to survive? TW: this book contains foul language, physical and mental abuse #20 captive April 2026 #13 captive May 2026 #35 capture May 2026 #44 abusive content May 2026 #3 taken May 2026 ⭐️#1 taken⭐️ May 2026 #2 taken June 2026 #2 taken July 2026 #2 taken August 2026

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Joshua Cheslyn, field marshel in the British army. The youngest field marshel in the whole British government but him being young doesn't mean he is naive. Strongest and cruelest man in the whole army. Who gets whatever he wants. Now he wants a young cute farmer boy kairav singh from a small city named varanasi cute, funny, loud and optimistic but he hates the Britishers because they are cruel and have conquered his country india. Now we have to find out if joshua's obsession can make kairav his or kairav's hate will help him set free from joshua's cage. This is a fictional story. I do not own any of the pictures.

Ariana's boyfriend Brady has been cheating on her for months. How does she find out? A suspicious thong and his roommate Reese fills in the missing pieces. But that's not all he does. While she wasn't expecting to be hit with the news of her boyfriend's infidelity, she was also not prepared for his roommate's offer. Cheat back... with him. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* Best Rankings: #1 in #interracial #3 in #college #3 in #enemiestolovers #4 in #BWWM

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating.

"Little dove I don't like repeating myself- " the spit hit his face, his usual mug turned into a smile. Nothing could be heard but my heavy breathing and his laughter "What a wild little thing you are" Before I could even react, he grabbed me my neck, slapping me repeatedly until he was satisfied Nani Green, simple black girl that never had a simple life. Trying to not let her past defy her, she builds a new life not knowing it would be her last. Mikhail Yusupov, a quiet, observant Russian man.Not one of many words, which he didn't need with his reputation. ⚠️This story is twisted and graphic u have been warned so don't be shocked when you read for me This story includes the following : Slapping Killing Sexual activity Spitting Chocking Abuse And a crazy nigga ⚠️⚠️

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.