"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.

Enzo Vitale was raised to be the heir of a powerful Italian family. Disciplined, ruthless, and untouchable. But behind the iron mask he wears, Enzo is haunted by the ghosts of his past,His nights are plagued by nightmares of fire and loss, his days ruled by violence, power, and the constant pressure of tradition. Marriage, children, softness. He has sworn them all away, convinced they are weaknesses he cannot afford. Yet in the shadows of his sleep, a pair of brown eyes won't leave him. Eyes that feel like home. Eyes that enrage him because they make him want. Kairo never wanted to be tangled in the Vitale world. But debt and desperation pulled her family's small business under their thumb, and she finds herself carrying a burden she never asked for. Fiercely loyal to her grandparents and her mother, she sacrifices her own safety to protect them, even if it means giving everything she has and everything she is. When Enzo and Kairo finally collide, it's not fate. It's a storm. He sees in her those same eyes that haunt his dreams, and she feels the danger in every word he speaks, every touch he steals. He is the man she should fear the most and the one her body betrays her for. As family expectations tighten around Enzo, and Kairo's secrets threaten to unravel, their lives twist together in a brutal dance of control, defiance, and forbidden desire. He wants dominance. She wants freedom. But neither can seem to let the other go.

When Serenity lands a job at a well known company, she doesn't know that her presence would be the reason why she's targeted. The CEO, Quentin Frost, is a cold borderline psycho, and unyielding man who rules the company. When he sees Serenity for the first time, he can't help but stalk her. Her innocence alone stirs a possessive obsession in Quentin, one that he can't control. She doesn't realize it yet, but she had awakened a deadly beast within him. A beast that won't let go, that will stop at nothing to claim what it desires. ___________ HEAVY EDITING IN PROGRESS...THIS BOOK WAS LOWKEY CRINGE ASF. I GOT SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT RE-READING IT. SO UNTIL THEN ITS BEING FIXED. 🤦🏾‍♀️

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

BASED ON TRUTHS GIRLS RARELY CONFESS AND DRAWN FROM OBSESSIONS DARKER THAN FICTION, THIS STORY WALKS THE RAZOR'S EDGE BETWEEN DESIRE AND DESTRUCTION. He's too old. too dangerous. too obsessed. but he found her. and he's never letting go. alessia has lived in silence - quiet, invisible, forgotten. until leo. he sees her. wants her. owns her. He watched her sleep. Tracked her online. Erased anyone who got too close. Now he's in her life, and he doesn't care if it's wrong. Sometimes he dreams of her moaning his name... before she's even kissed him. Age gap? YESSSS. Obsession? YESSS. Consent? Slippery. This isn't romance that heals. It's hunger that claws under your skin, a love that feels intoxicating until it turns suffocating. It whispers in the dark: "You were mine before you ever looked at me." Dark romance collides with psychological terror. What Leo does to Alessia doesn't only exist in fiction - it's the kind of manipulation and control that hides behind closed doors in real life. Read if you crave broken girls, dangerous men, possessive obsession, emotional ruin, and control disguised as care. But remember: every touch has a price. Every promise hides a trap. And once you fall into his world, there is no way back. Not soft. Not sweet. Not safe. This isn't a love story. It's a mind game. 🖤 New chapters on Mondays only 🖤

"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.

Read it ma'am or sir . ?‍?

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

Nanon Korapat, a cheerful new art teacher at an elite school, doesn't believe in rumors-until he meets Ohm Pawat, the dangerous heir no one dares defy. What begins as subtle attention spirals into possession, isolation, and quiet threats? Trapped in an invisible cage, Nanon must decide-fight a battle no one will help him win, or surrender to the boy who refuses to let him go.