~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're so wet for me, baby," Dante mumbles. "Now spread your fucking legs," when I do, he whispers "you're so obedient, such a good girl." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ava has it all - everything paid for by her millionaire mother, Katy an amazing friend, and now a sexy bodyguard watching her every move. But once Dante walks into her life, things start to change. Her life is in danger and they are constantly on the run - but from what? Ava wonders. What does her mother really do for a living? Dante, Ava's new bodyguard, has a dark past he's not willing to share yet. He's been assigned to protect her and nothing more - he's been forbidden from telling her the truth, from forming any relationship with her and from hurting her. Unfortunately, he seems to be failing at all three. What happens when their fates intertwine further than expected and love begins to blossom? Will they make it out alive? Or will their desire turn sour once Ava learns the truth - about everything. #10 in curvy girl (22/9/23) #32 in forbidden romance (22/9/23) #98 in bodyguard (22/9/23) #218 in sexual (23/9/23) [WARNING: this content is designed for a mature audience. This story contains violence, blood, swearing, sexual references as well as assault. If you find these topics uncomfortable please do not read. Also please note all characters and the story line are fictional] [COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: all images in this story are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended. Cover art by 🦢 found on Pinterest] ~ authors notes ~ I'm a beginner writer so this won't be the best but I plan to improve as I write more!

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was the daughter of one of the most feared men in the city and then there's Elias Cross, my personal bodyguard. Six foot two, very handsome but Strict deliciousness. Forbidden in every way possible. It started as provocation and soon morphed into obsession. He's supposed to keep his hands to himself but I will make sure it's impossible for him to not touch me because, Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.💋 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in bodyguard- 29/01/26 #1 in action-romance - 08/02/26 #1 in hate-love -24/08/26 #1 in seduction - 18/09/26

In a country that treats cricket as a religion, Kabir Malhotra wasn't just a player; he was the god of the final over-a lethal, broad-shouldered storm in a blue jersey who broke records as easily as he broke hearts. But to Ananya Sharma, he was just the arrogant boy next door who had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of getting under her skin. He was her brother's best friend, her family's golden boy, and the man who currently occupied ninety percent of her intrusive thoughts. Kabir had plans. For him, the game didn't end at the stadium. He'd spent years playing a long, calculated game of cat-and-mouse, waiting for the girl who called him a "narcissist" to realize she was the only trophy he actually wanted. ****** "You think you're so powerful because you can hit a ball? You're just a narcissist with a fan club." "I'm a narcissist who knows exactly how you sound when I whisper in your ear. Keep using that sharp tongue, baby girl. I might just decide I want to feel it somewhere else. ******

NEW STORY (+18) Highest Ranks: 1# Villain 31/01/2024, 3# Fiction 15/01/2024 #SteamyAdventure #EvilLove #SoulMates# There was a long-forgotten time when all the beasts roamed the Earth, humans hid underground and evil reigned. Until the heartless monsters were all cursed -- with soulmates. May all of you find your heart soon enough, May you learn of warmth and joy, Until then, hold your evilness and your breath. ******* Odette is ready for the Run, expecting to fulfil her duty and returning to her father and brother. After all, nothing happened if one stayed on the assigned path, right? Little did she know, her presence would awaken a malevolent power that had been asleep for centuries. ******* Huge, regal, equipped with wings and horns that pierce the dark skys, Zerberus is the Lord of all winged and un-winged cold-blooded beasts. He had been asleep for too long, waiting for his heart, now that he has been awakened he is ravenous.... ******* Brace yourself for a wickedly fun tale filled with steam, banter, and a heroine navigating her newfound position alongside her Dragon Lord. If you're ready for a fast-paced fantasy romance that defies expectations, dive into this story of love, danger, and pure villainy! Long live the villains!

When Amra gets kidnapped by a demon, she imagined she'd be dead within the second and yet he seems hell bent on proving to her that they are more alike than she cares to admit. Twisted, unpredictable, and wrapped with dark humor and sexual tension, Dante will stop at nothing to get Amra to sign his contract and own her, body and soul. 𓆰𓆪 This story is 18+: contains mature & graphic content, foul language, violence, smut duh. Please read the detailed list of trigger warnings . #𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟕/𝟐𝟕/𝟐𝟑, 12/15/25 #𝟏 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟐/𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟑 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 12/1/25

Iris Blackwell has always known pain. Born into a broken home with a drug-addicted mother and an abusive father, her life has been nothing but a series of cruel twists and betrayals. When she finally escapes the hell of her childhood, she's left to fend for herself on the cold streets, cursed with a strange and supernatural string of bad luck that follows her like a shadow. Every time she tries to rebuild, the world knocks her down harder. Kael Mercer was once human. Once a soldier, a son, a man with a heart. But that man died. In a final, desperate act, he made a deal with something ancient, something monstrous-and was reborn as its vessel. Now he walks the line between man and monster, his body home to a demon that whispers promises of power, vengeance, and eternal survival. Feared as one of the most ruthless drug lords in America, Kael has everything-wealth, power, and blood on his hands. But there's one thing he never expected to find again: a soul that mirrors his own. When Kael meets Iris, it's supposed to be simple. She's a pawn. A girl with nothing to lose and a curse that might be useful to him. And against every instinct, Kael finds himself drawn to her strength, her fury, and the way her darkness sings to his. Kael and Iris find themselves caught in a war between fate and free will. The demon inside Kael is growing stronger, hungrier, and it wants Iris-whether to destroy her or possess her, no one can say. And Iris's curse may be more than just bad luck... it might be the key to everything. Together, they're toxic. Dangerous. Bound by blood, trauma, and something neither of them can name. But in a world that only ever gave them pain, maybe love is the deadliest curse of all.

Mercy Leigh Hollis knows how to be good. She's been good her whole life- Soft-spoken. Skirt-wearing. Heaven-fearing. Taught to keep her legs closed and her prayers louder than her thoughts. But one wrong moment puts a man with blood on his hands in her life-and suddenly, "good" doesn't feel like enough. He's older. Meaner. Doesn't flinch at sin. And he sees right through her lace and Sunday dresses. She wasn't supposed to want him. She wasn't supposed to like the way his voice sounded when it said her name. She wasn't supposed to open the door when the devil knocked- But here she is. Askin' to be taught. And he's more than willin' to ruin her the slow way. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a fall from grace with eye contact

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

He was the king. She was the one girl he was never supposed to touch. Luca Morteli built his empire with blood, bullets, and bone-deep silence. CEO by day, Mafia king by night, he rules with precision never letting emotions get in the way. But everything unravels the moment she walks into his office. Anna DeLuca. Too innocent. Too bright. And entirely off-limits. She's the daughter of his family's most loyal doctor. The baby sister of his right-hand man. A walking complication with green eyes that see too much. She doesn't belong in his world. But that won't stop him from claiming her. Even if it means breaking every rule. Even if it means dragging her into his darkness. Because once he touches her, he'll never let her go. And once she uncovers the man beneath the monster... There's no turning back. Cold hearts don't stay untouched forever. Especially not when fate wants to watch them burn.