Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. [COMPLETE] Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

( FULL BOOK NOW AVAILABLE VIA THE LINK IN MY BIO ) A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Maria is the perfect girl-the kind of girl men dream of but rarely find. Since arriving in the States from Russia three years ago, she has been Noah's world: brilliant, breathtakingly loyal, and utterly devoted. For Noah, life is simple: there is Maria, and there's Anthony. Anthony is more than a BSF; he's the brother. Their bond forged over years of secrets and support. But when Anthony confesses something that's been stripping away his confidence-he's a virgin and terrified of failing the new girl he's been talking to-Noah's loyalty takes a dark, experimental turn. He would do anything to help Anthony find his footing. Even if it means bringing Maria into the equation for a lesson no one will forget. It was supposed to be clinical. Anthony could learn the details of a woman's body from someone Noah trusts completely. But Noah doesn't just step aside. He stays. He watches. He becomes the architect of Anthony's awakening, coaching his BSF through every intimate moment. But the moment the first lesson begins, the plan starts to shatter. The girl Anthony was trying to impress is forgotten. In her place is Maria-a woman who discovers that being the center of two men's attention, and being "shared" by the person she loves most, awakens a hunger she never knew she even had. As Anthony moves from hesitant student to a man who knows exactly how to make Maria come apart, Noah finds himself caught in a spiral he didn't expect. Instead of jealousy, he feels a twisted sense of pride-and a deepening obsession with the way his best friend is worshiping his girlfriend. The boundaries of their three-year relationship haven't just been crossed; they've been set on fire.

Every story has a villain. And we grow up believing villains never win. That they are punished, destroyed. But when the villain wins... then??? . . This book has no fairytale, no happy ending... only a dark love story twisted with obsession, running, caging, torturing, and everything that drags you into the shadows. The description isn't nice I know. I was too lost inside the prologue I didn't even get time to shape these words. But if you want to read about love turned into chains, about obsession about torture then read this story. And after you read the prologue... if you want to write a description for me you can. I'll add it🤞🏻

"P-Please go away, don't touch me. Let me go Please," he pleaded. "Over my dead body," he growled "Come here, Malik. Don't make me ask again, it's our wedding night." "N-No, Please," he begged, "I am already married." warning🔞⚠ -18+ -r@pe -Smut -kidnapping -violence -age-gaps -gun -Mafia -Blood -Murder IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE EXIT THIS STORY!!!!

Two mafia kings. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire... something has to burn. Arnav Singh, the silent storm of underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding-his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death. He came for one night. One event. But that plan shatters the moment Ryan Blackwell sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Ryan's eyes lock onto the stranger-dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. And Ryan? He has a weakness for pretty things. But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him. Break him. What Ryan doesn't realize is-Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite. Arnav (voice like venom): "Touch me, and I'll make sure you scream for mercy before I snap every bone in your cursed body." Ryan (smiling darkly): "Mmm... threats turn me on pretty boy. You're going to beg tonight, baby. And I promise-I'll take my time." .

What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

Nico never thought his life could fall apart so completely. One day he was a normal artist...The next, his twin sister was dead... and her fiancé the man she was supposed to marry, turned that grief into something darker, Something that wanted him. Not her anymore him... Ethan didn't care that Nico didn't want this. He didn't care about boundaries, laws, or fear. All that mattered was possession. Every glance, every step Ethan took was a claim Nico's body, his mind, his very soul. And no matter how much Nico resisted, how much he tried to pull away, Ethan only pressed closer. . Nico's legs gave way his body trembling, his spine pressed cold against the unforgiving wall. His voice was raw, desperate "Touch me again and I'll call the cops!" Ethan only laughed . He leaned in so close Nico could feel the heat radiating from him "I love it," Ethan whispered, his lips grazing Nico's ear, "when you act so brave, sweetheart..." Before Nico could react, Ethan smashed his lips onto his.......

Eva Hartmann gave Nathan Ashford everything in college her time, her devotion, her heart. But when tragedy struck, he chose ambition over her, shattering her trust. Six years later, Eva is a successful architect with no intention of looking back. Until Nathan returns, ruthless, relentless, and obsessed with winning her back. He'll block every escape, sabotage every chance, and even force her into marriage to keep her. What begins as a war of wills becomes a dangerous game of love and obsession, where the line between possession and redemption blurs. All That Remains book by SS Sahoo