nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly shook my head no as my bottom lip quivered. He stopped to look at me, and smiled that breathtaking smile of his before he went back to walking. "Well, Nyctophilia is the word used to describe the love of darkness or night" He paused again but this time stopped right in front of me. I kept my head down as my heart pounded out of my chest. "A nyctophile would be the term used to describe someone with nyctophilia." He then brought his hand to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. "You, my darling, are a nyctophile." He smirked then added, "And I am the darkness you find comfort in." ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ Celeste Banks was as sweet as candy and as pure as cotton. Although she had her tougher exterior and questionable interests, she wouldn't hurt a fly...or so people thought Asher deville was a charming, sexy sociopath, with no regard for anyone but himself. If he wants something, he'll do whatever he needs to get it. Once meeting Celeste he decides he has to have her, but what will she do when she finds out his secret? ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ This is my first time writing a book so It won't be perfect and id also appreciate and feedback/comments 🥺 Rankings: #1 in goth 15/09/20 #1 in abusive 15/09/20 #1 in violence 1/10/20 #6 in manipulation 15/09/20 #4 in sociopath 25/09/20 #11 in insecure 20/09/20 #11 in anxiety 20/09/20 #8 in Darkromance 1/10/20 #22 in toxic 15/09/20

Not exactly a villain, not exactly a hero, Cheyenne, an assassin in Gotham City is given a proposition by Batman himself. In 92 days, she is to hand Joker over to the authorities of Gotham or turn herself in. She goes undercover as a dancer in his club in an effort to earn his trust and ultimately lock him in Arkham Asylum. But, while spending time with Joker and meeting new friends (and foes) on the way, will she be able to meet the deadline without getting attached or revealing her true identity? #1 in 'BWWM Joker Fanfiction' {3/14/20}

One wants to be good, One prefers a mess and horrid screams, The other has refined taste and prefers to savour all moments with any victim, And one sets his eyes on an unsuspecting pair of bamboo brown eyes. However, they all agree on one thing; She was theirs...all theirs. Her name could have been Ivy, but she was no poison Only sweet; their sweet, sweet Ivy

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

....where only one thing is required: your silence

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!

I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

Flora. An innocent nineteen year old, who has incredible abilities, but doesn't know why. Alexander. A ruthless, power hungry vampire, who's been searching for centuries for a witch powerful enough to complete a certain spell for him. What happens when Alexander kidnaps Flora to keep her abilities for himself? Will she be the one to melt his ice cold heart, or will he just end up corrupting her innocence? EXTRACT: "How do you turn into a vampire?" He sighed then reached for his drink and took a few gulps. "What is this- a fucking interrogation? I kidnapped you, surely I should be asking the questions, hm?" He muttered with a raised brow and I shrugged. "I don't know how kidnapping works, I've never kidnapped anyone! But haven't you been alive for like, hundreds of years? Shouldn't you know how to kidnap people?" This man is very rude and I don't like it! Before I could even form a pout on my face he was in front of me and pushed me down so my back was lying on the bed and he was above me. "Believe me, I know how to kidnap people..." he said with a smirk as he looked me over. "If I could have it my way, I'd have you tied up on this very bed, begging me to fuck you until I finally do then drain your sweet blood from your pathetic little body." I gasped at his words as I looked up at him in shock. Oh my... but that's for only when your married. "I-I-" He smirked then ran his finger down my neck. "But there's something special about you." He stated as he pulled away. "I've never met a person with blood that tastes like yours, and can do the shit that you do." I slowly sat up with my heart pounding out of my chest and my flushed cheeks. "W-why?" He scoffed then turned around to look at me. "That's what we're trying to find out."