"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, his body still joined with hers. "I love you until it is a sickness. Until it is a religion. Until there is nothing left of me but the part that worships you." In the iron grip of a ruthless modern empire, Emperor Roman Vale rules with absolute power. A dictator cloaked in presidential elegance, he bends nations to his will and crushes dissent without mercy. When his gaze falls on Amara Ellis - a kind, caramel-skinned beauty with soft curves and quiet intelligence - his obsession ignites into something far darker than desire. She works under the colonial ministry, minding her own business, keeping her head down. Calm, clear-headed, and never one to seek the spotlight, Amara never asked for the attention of the most dangerous man alive. She never wanted to be noticed by a man who owns everything he touches. But Roman doesn't simply want her. He needs her. He will possess her completely. In his world of shadows, corruption, and brutal control, love isn't gentle - it's a twisted religion built on dominance, dark devotion, dangerous surrender, and an all-consuming power imbalance. This is not a fairytale. This is obsession wrapped in silk and steel. Welcome to the Twisted Obsession series. Where love is a sickness... and the cure is even darker. 𝘼/𝙉 : 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

This story will become FREE on August 30th, 2023! Hudson Caldwell is being stalked, but the cops don't believe her. Can she unravel the truth before it consumes her? * * * * * Just when Hudson Caldwell's life is finally coming together, an unwavering paranoia threatens to tear it apart. Someone is following her - that's the feeling she gets every time she leaves her downtown Chicago apartment. After a failed attempt to file a police report, Hudson's stripper best friend gifts her with an unregistered firearm, but the weapon isn't enough to stop an attack in the middle of the night. When rookie cop, Myles Young, responds to a complaint of gunfire, he instantly falls for Hudson's quiet vulnerability and shattered past. He vows to keep her safe - much to the dismay of his case-hardened partner. As their relationship intensifies, the identity of Hudson's stalker slowly comes to light. But the closer Myles comes to solving the mystery, the more he realizes he's in over his head. WARNING: This story is a NA romantic suspense and contains references to mental illness and sexual abuse. Cover created by me, using MidJourney and Canva Pro. Down Came the Rain copyright © 2016 Darly Jamison All rights reserved. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Notice: This document is not authorized for upload or use with artificial intelligence systems or platforms. Any attempt to upload, analyze, or process this content using AI technology is strictly prohibited.

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

#1 in Popular 29th March 2020 #1 in Teen Romance 19th Oct 2019 & September 08 2020 #1 in Bad Boy on 17th Oct 2019 #1 in Teen Love on 15th Oct 2019 #1 in Mature Themes on 14th Oct 2019 WARNING WARNING: This book contains mature sexual scenes, swearing and witty remarks. "If kiss you, will you reject me?" His voice was barely a whisper and it sent tingles down my spine. I could smell whiskey and mint on his breath. "I'd never reject you," A game between Brody Jackson And Ivy Jones. They hate each other, that's clear. They want to kill each other, that's also clear. But what's not clear is this gravitational pull they have towards each other that no matter how hard they try to resist it they can't control it. Whether it's throwing punches, insults or kisses, it sure has its benefits.

|| Reverse Harem || Four Men/One Woman || ⚔️ || "It's not about belonging to someone, but belonging together." Emersyn's life is in shambles. Her job? Gone. Her boyfriend? Gone. Her apartment? Gone. But just when she's about to hit rock bottom, she finds an ad for a cheap room with four roommates. Four very interesting, very attractive roommates. Moving in, she thinks it's just a place to stay, but it quickly turns into something more. These aren't ordinary roommates. They're complex, exciting, and each one stirs something different in Emersyn. Love isn't confined to just one heart here; it's a shared connection that builds and grows. But can Emersyn really love all four of these men? Will jealousy ruin everything? Dive into this steamy romance novel, where love knows no limits and the connection between Emersyn and her roommates blossoms into something beautiful and unbreakable. **Updated on Tuesdays and Fridays at 6pm EST/EDT**

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...