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"

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

A gang of college friends stranded on the way to a football match approaches an abandoned wax museum for help. But the unfolding events find them running from the murderous brothers who manage the place. Warning: Some detail on blood, gore, murders, angst, fluff, and more. All of the pictures used are from Pinterest and Canva. Highly recommend watching the film movie first before reading and suggest reading it at night, it sets the mood ;)

Laken Meadows has always been an outcast - not just in her school life, but also her personal life. Coming from a long line of Slytherins, it's safe to say that her family wasn't the most...accepting when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Disregarded at home and taunted at school by her very own siblings, Laken has resigned to the fate that she would never quite fit in anywhere no matter how hard she tried. However, despite her plans to lay low and breeze through school unnoticed until she graduates, Laken quickly finds that fate had other plans for her when she catches the attention of not one, not even two, but all six of the notorious Slytherin boys. *this is a why choose/reverse harem book where the OC ends up with more than one partner *this story is a standalone and not connected to my Slytherin Boys series *this book will contain smut

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ READERS ONLY!- ; (contains heavy sexual content, language, drugs, violence) Camellia Larke has had a bit of a crush on Fred Weasley for a few years, but never had the courage to do anything about it... until one night at the Burrow, when suddenly, everything about their relationship changes, and being "just friends" is no longer a viable option. DISCLAIMER: All original Harry Potter character credit goes to J.K. Rowling. {- This is an AU where Fred survives the Battle of Hogwarts and continues to run Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with his twin brother, George, as it should have been.}

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED 5th June 2024 One thing about tattoo artist, Hendrix Cross, is that he's lonely. He needs something or someone in his life to fill in that void. He needs a muse. Nothing in his life has ever been plain sailing. He grew up in care and has never been able to fit in anywhere. That is until he started working at a tattoo shop owned by a man called Roman Cassidy who took him in and taught him the ropes of art. Soon Hendrix's boring life takes a turn when Roman's daughter flies to America from the UK to live with him after falling out with her mother. Mila Cassidy is a fashion guru and art fanatic, with a love for Chanel and tattoos. She starts working with her father in the shop and that's when Hendrix starts to grow an obsession with the beautiful girl. He soon decides that she's going to be his muse. And when Hendrix wants something, he takes it and makes it his.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

After one broken night, a Mafia Don finds himself stumbling through a massage parlour, drunk out of his mind. But what he didn't know, was that he stumbled upon the most perfect angel he had ever seen. An angel he was determined to claim as his.