"Alone in a cold, empty house, with only the echoes of her own thoughts for company, Venilia's heart raced. What would this new journey entail? Would she find love, or is she truly unlovable?" Venilia has always been the outsider-born of a forbidden affair, raised under the cold gaze of a stepmother who saw her as a blemish, and a father who loved her in silence. Her beauty was her curse, her skin a constant reminder of her mother's disdain. At twenty-one, with her sisters married off to powerful men, Venilia's turn had come. But her father found her a suitor from another clan-someone she couldn't even picture. No photo, no name, just a promise of a future she never asked for. The journey to his estate was silent. The estate was a decaying shadow of grandeur. The groom? Nowhere to be found. Alone in a cold, empty house, with only the echoes of her own thoughts for company, Venilia's heart raced. What would this new journey entail? Would she find love, or is she truly unlovable?

When darkness consumes - it doesn't always roar. Sometimes, it arrives in silence. It seeps in like cold through the cracks of a worn-down home. Like breath fogging the inside of glass. Slow. Unseen. Until one day, you can't remember the last time you saw the light. When darkness consumes Venya, it's not with screams or sobs. It's with quiet resignation. With skipping meals, and then forgetting if she ate. With flinching at kindness, because she no longer trusts softness to stay soft. It's with whispering "sorry" to an empty room, just to be safe. It's with staring at the door for hours, trying to guess what mood will walk through it. It's wearing thin clothes in winter because she doesn't want to ask for more. It's writing a list of things that make him angry - and memorizing it like scripture. It's watching herself disappear a little more each day, wondering if he'd even notice when she's gone. When darkness consumes Adrik, it's not violent at first. It's the weight in his chest every time he looks at her and sees what he's done. It's the blood on his hands - figurative and real - that never quite washes off. It's hearing silence from her and realizing he used to hate her voice, and now he's terrified it might never return. It's the hollow echo of a house too big for just one person. It's watching her pack, and knowing it's too late to stop her without becoming the monster again. It's kneeling in front of a locked door, begging like a man who's never learned how to ask. When darkness consumes a relationship, it doesn't do it all at once. First, it frays the thread between two people. It stretches it with silence, wears it thin with blame, coats it in fear. And then, one day - it snaps. But what they don't tell you is: Sometimes, after darkness consumes... What's left behind can still reach for the light. Trembling. Shame-soaked. Broken in all the places it once held pride. But reaching.

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Out of breath, wounded and thirsty she made a dash towards the forest. She ran away from that one man whom she feared the most. Just when she thought she was out of sight she banged into something hard. Falling on her bottom her fearful eyes looked up to meet his furious ones. With a swift sweep of his hand he backhanded her and she fell back on the ground. He hauled her up by burying his hand in her thick locks. "You have no clue what is about to come." "I..I'm...so..sorry.." She quivered in his hold. "You will be punished." A sob escaped from her trembling lips. "Pl..please.." She begged only to be scooped up in his possesive embrace. He would unleash his wrath and she knew she would not be able to escape him today.

This is just a sample. The book has been completed and published and is available in print and in ebook on iTunes, google play, B&N, and Amazon! The links are in my bio! ~ Marriage. It's all about love and understanding and being with one another for the rest of your days. For Elise it means something entirely different. Thrown into a marriage on her fathers orders, Elise isn't prepared to be married to the man known as Luca Pasquino. Luca is the next head in line to rule his domain with an iron fist. He's cruel, he's evil, he has no sense of humanity and now he is to be married to Elise. Elise has no idea what is in store for her. All she knows is she can try and survive her life for the rest of her days with Luca. WARNING This story is dark and for audiences 18+ only. This is not a traditional love story. If you will be offended by anything other than what happens in fairy tales, Do NOT read. You have been warned.

Pain is the most potent drug and Frankie Marconi is addicted to the burning sting of it. Maxim Koslov, a deranged crime lord with a tormented past, is more than willing to deliver the dose she needs. But when lust becomes obsession, Frankie begins to realize that there is only one way out of this dangerous game of Russian Roulette... And Maxim never loses. (A Triple X Novel) WARNING: 18+ Extremely Dark Themes. Strong Sexual/Adult content Enter the world of Club XXX. Three men. One club. Their rules. More books in the series: Milton XXX by Lydia161290

BEAUTIFUL MONSTERS BOOK #1 RATED M 18+ {completed} _ You don't become the fiancé of one of the most powerful crime lords in the city without understanding exactly how gritty and depraved the world truly is... and how to thrive in the inferno. After five years spent under his controlling thumb, Daniela knows her position with a man like Vincent Stacatto is precarious, but as long as she plays by the rules of his "game", she's safe... Until she's taken by the devil. Kidnapped by a rival boss, Daniela becomes a pawn between two powerful forces, and just another casualty in a bloody game of chess. But to get to the top-and stay at the top-you have to fight dirty and hold nothing back, because the most dangerous piece on the board isn't the King. It's the Queen. {draft}

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.