Roxanne never noticed when she stopped being alone. At first, it was small things: objects out of place, an unnamable presence, the constant feeling that someone was watching her from too close. Enyer shouldn't have noticed her. As part of a secret military unit, his life is built on discipline, precision, and control-but Roxe doesn't fit into his rules. She unravels him. Provokes him. Consumes him. And once he crosses the line, there's no going back. She tries to hold on to her stability. He's already decided he's never letting her go.

One stable woman, one handsome psychotic man, and a rich one at that. He only wants three things in life, and that is money, power, and a beautiful woman who has claimed his heart of coal without her even knowing it. He is sinfully obsessed with her; he uses his influence to erase her existence from the grid. She is physically strong, cleverly witted, and obedient yet petrified... and is his captive inside his opulent 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 101. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: ● 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ● 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ● 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ● 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 ● 𝑨𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 & 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅.

Stephanie always wanted a normal life. Brayden only ever wanted Stephanie. After uncovering the truth about the man, she loves. The lies, the secrets, and the lengths he went to keep her - she walked away. She chose herself. She chose freedom. At least, that's what she tells herself. Problem is... Brayden got exactly what he wanted. He made himself impossible to live without. Little by little, she can't help but think about him. She can't help but watch him from afar. She can't help but follow the pieces of his life, even when she knows she should let him go. As Stephanie struggles to reclaim her life, she's forced to face a terrifying question: if Brayden really ruined her life, why does she still feel like she's the one chasing him?

"𝐌'𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚- 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩.. 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." His rough, calloused hands slip deeper into the curve of your plush waist, harshly squeezing your soft, delicate flesh beneath his unrelenting grip. His smooth, controlled thrusts grow rougher, sloppier, and needier by the second. The sounds of your soft, dumbed moans only push him to test how much you can take. Your mind is hazed, filled only with the overwhelming shock of the pleasure that jolts through you as he moulds your aching, gummy insides to fit his pulsing, angry cock. his fingers dig deeper and deeper into your sides. He just has to go deeper, fuckin' devour every inch of you. 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. a silly degrading ramble of your intense, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 bully bakugou, and you, a sensitive, softhearted and chubby y/n. dead dove, do not eat. 🗝️

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories - Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Mask, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

ＤＩＳＣＬＡＩＭＥＲ This book will NOT have any SMUT. If you're looking for scenes with the fRiCkLe fRaCkLe then please proceed elsewhere :) Alsooo the first couple of chapters are kinda...bad- but it gets better and i WILL be rewriting them once the book is finished just to letcha know 𝕯𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖍 𝕬𝖌𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖎 Despite being abused by her step father since she was 13, she will not hesitate to kill you if you make one wrong move. One hell of a fighter, sarcastic, broken but still kind, she hides her true self behind a veil of normalcy. After her experience with men she swore that she will 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 fall in love. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*★:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔 Cold, heartless and arrogant, you're dead if you breathe wrong around him. He vowed that he would never fall in love. He had watched the strongest mafias crumble to dust because of love. Love made you weak. He didn't want to be weak, to 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 weak. He was the Don of the Italian Mafia, cold hearted and unsparing, he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. ・.・｡○｡・.・｡○｡・.・ Nobody knows what's actually going on in Daliah's life and she would like to keep it that way. But what will happen when a feisty street fighter meets the big bad Don severely injured? Will she help him get better and break his cold exterior or push him away? Will he be able to break down the walls she had built around her over years of abuse or will he leave her to keep hurting? Will they find solace in each other and discover that love isn't a bad thing or push each other away and keep suffering? Can Daliah's first step towards a better life be... ....𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧...? ‼️𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎‼️ This book contains themes of abuse, rape, tortur

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬.

Levi and Eren have always had their differences, but what happens when they both take an interest in the same girl. Will Novia get caught in the crossfire of being disciplined? Who will come out victorious. Disclaimer: Story is quite ✨spicy✨👀read at your own risk I DO NOT not own AOT, all the rights go to Hajime Isayama. #1 in Levi Ackerman 04.22.21 #1 in Jaeger 06.09.21 #1 in aotfanfic 06.25.21

I whimpered as I felt the cold metal touched my back. I know he's an ass but I never thought he would go as far as hurting me physically. I looked at him as he strayed towards me. "You're not going anywhere, babe."he said. He pulled my hair up and started licking my neck. Sucking it and biting. "P..please Tyler. S..stop this.", I said between my sobs. I can still feel the excruciating pain at my back but his kisses on my neck are somehow helping decrease the pain. I hate myself for thinking like this. "Say it.. say sorry for talking back at me.", he whispered menacingly. I looked at him ridiculously but immediately regretted it. "Ha. So you won't say sorry?" Without waiting for my response, he turned me to face the wall. He was holding my arms at my back. I winced when he tightened his grip. I yelped when he lift my skirt and slapped my back. "Fuck.", I groaned as I felt the sting on my lower back spread. A tear escaped my eyes, followed by a train of tears. "P-please.. Tyler..stop this.", I begged. "Ha? That's not what I wanted to hear." For the second time, he slapped my ass. It was so loud that it almost echoed in my empty room. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slowly caressing my skin. I feel sore already. "Do you want to say something?" I bit my lower lip and tossed my pride out of the window. "I.. I'm sorry Tyler." I heard him snicker. "Sorry for what?" This is so frustrating. Yet I can't do anything but beg. "I.. I'm sorry for r-raising my voice and talking back at you." i said between my sobs. "What else?" I closed my eyes as I hear my heart beats faster. He yanked my hair. "What else?! "I'm sorry for.." I swallowed the big lump on my throat. "I'm sorry for.. n-not letting you touch m-me." "Good little step sis.", he patted my head. I heard him snicker before he pulled me for a hard kiss.

A sweet young girl, wants everything in the world but has to live with her parents restrictions. A dominant male, works for FBI and has never committed a crime... until her. Stalking, kidnapping, lies, murder and overall, romance. Will he fool his team or will he be caught and separated from the love of his life?