Ranking 3 - Forced relationship 3 - Skeptic 6 - Age Gap 7 - Stalked Nights are not safe when the devils are out for hunting for their prey. One should know that they are not supposed to mess with the devils. They can be perilous. One is not supposed to steal from them, they don't forgive thieves. They don't allow you to mess with their brains, neither do they allow you to steal their heart. You did both, Desirée. And now its payback time. FEMALE PROTAGONIST Desirée, a 20-year-old orphan. Loving and caring by nature, which she missed in her tender age. A perfect combination of beauty with a golden heart. But her dreadful past leaves her scared and broken, turning her into a skeptical person. MALE PROTAGONISTS Demon & Romano, 29 years old called "The Devils in Disguise". Both filthy rich, elegant and audacious. Business Partners, more like sidekicks. Everything is common between them. The icing on the cake, both enamored by the same girl. Will they be able to impress her or will they take her anyway.

1st In #dark 2026 May 26 "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" I spun around and ran the other direction-straight into Soren, who caught me around the waist with a laugh. "Gotcha, marshmallow." "Let GO-" He spun us, and suddenly I was facing the opposite direction, and Riven was there, and they were on either side of me, and I could feel the heat radiating off both of them like a wall. "This way," Riven said softly, his hand finding the small of my back and guiding me forward. Not grabbing. Not forcing. Just... directing. Like I didn't have a choice. Because I didn't. They herded me through the mansion like sheepdogs with a wayward lamb-Soren on my left, Riven on my right, their hands barely touching me but their presence inescapable. Every time I tried to veer off course, they closed the gap, subtle and seamless, until we reached the one room I'd been hoping to avoid. Ezren's study. The door was already open. Warm light spilled out into the dark hallway, and inside, Ezren sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled, his gray eyes watching me with the kind of patience that was far more terrifying than anger. Kael stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Sit her down," Ezren said quietly. They did. Soren guided me into the leather chair across from Ezren's desk, and Riven moved to stand behind it, his hands resting on the back of the chair-on either side of my head, caging me without touching. I was surrounded. "Now," Ezren said, his voice calm and measured. "Would you like to explain why you're communicating with a boy we explicitly told you to stay away from? Or should I just check your phone myself?" "It's none of your business who I text-" "It is literally our business." He leaned forward. "You are our business, Lavana. Every person you talk to. Every place you go. Every breath you take. That is not up for debate." "That's psychotic!" "That's protection." "That's obsession."

Three brothers, triplets, bound by blood and a shared crucible of neglect, huddled together, their young faces hardened by a life devoid of tenderness. Elias, the eldest, already carried the weight of the world in his winter storm eyes, a nascent ruthlessness simmering beneath a veneer of quiet observation. Julian, the middle, a coiled spring of restless energy, radiated a raw, untamed power, his fists perpetually clenched, ready for a fight. Kael, the youngest, his amber eyes holding a deceptive innocence, possessed a cunning that belied his years, a silent strategist in the making.They were the Thorne brothers, and the orphanage was their cage, a place where kindness was a rare commodity and survival was the only currency. And then there was her. Anya. A slip of a girl with a mane of wild, untamed hair that seemed to defy gravity, and eyes the color of emeralds that sparkled with an infuriating defiance. She was a whirlwind of chaos, a brat, a firecracker, a constant thorn in their side. She hated them with a passion that burned as fiercely as their own disdain for her. Their interactions were a series of skirmishes, petty cruelties, and venomous words, each exchange deepening the chasm of animosity between them.On that fateful night, A whisper of freedom, a fleeting moment of childish rebellion, a desire to be rid of the constant torment that was the Thorne brothers. It went on for years untill brothers turned eighteen and Anya turned fifteen, in a moment of impulsive, misguided mischief, had unlatched the garden gate letting the brothers be taken away by some goons. They screamed cried panicked and then they were gone. Eleven years later they still loathed her and after watching her race on one of their race tracks a thirst of revenge ignited in them and it wouldn't calm untill they've had what they want.

It was supposed to be a dare. A thrill. A night she'd never forget. Sophie never expected the shadows watching her to have names-or brothers. Devan and Kieran are as different as fire and ice, but they share one obsession: her. What starts as a kidnapping becomes something darker, deeper, and dangerously seductive. Now trapped in their isolated house, Sophie must face the twisted power games, the possessive desires, and the truths they've buried for years. One brother craves her soul. The other wants to break her body. But the most terrifying part? She doesn't know if she wants to escape... or be theirs completely. ⚠️ Dark content. Psychological tension. Not your typical love story.

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

18+ Dark Reverse Harem | Mature She's the Black Widow - ruthless mafia queen of Manchester. One brutal war leaves her crushed, violated, and broken. Four deadly men step in: her loyal right-hand, savage security chief, a knife-wielding assassin Daddy, and his twisted twin. They'll guard her empire... and ruin her in the filthiest ways - rough group pleasure, heavy BDSM, raw commands, and zero limits. Revenge will be bloody. Power comes at a price. Why choose when she can own every dirty man? Extreme triggers: graphic violence, trauma, noncon/dubcon, explicit group sex, intense BDSM. Read at your own risk.

[previously Named Yes Master] [Also I wrote this book when I was 15, I'm 21 now and it kind of embarrasses me (writing issues) but have funz!] After getting kidnapped by a man who reveals his ongoing obsession with her and months of stalking her, she realizes his power when finding out he's a powerful mob boss's son and the heir to potentially billions of dirty money. After giving up on escaping she plans to become the next woman in power, but that comes with a lot of bloodshed, punishments and heavy consequences, and feeding into his obsession only grew worse. he'd do anything for her, even hurt her, but that's only because he loves her and he's turning her into the same monster that he is, only he didn't expect what was coming for him in the process. <><><><><><><><> [PLEASE DONT SKIP THE PROLOGUE; A clear content warning and an important disclaimer] [status: Complete] Highest Ranking: #1 in Crime-fiction on 6/1/20 #1 in Stuck on 23/2/19 #1 in Serial killer on 6/2/19 #1 in Dark on 15/12/18 #3 in Murder on 01/12/18 #9 in Kidnapping on 6/12/18 #9 in Tragedy on 16/6/19

His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst

"You are MINE! And I would like to see anyone who dares to tell me otherwise, even you." He glares down at me. His eyes, they're so dark, so cold and unforgiving. 'I'll never get out of here, I'll never escape him.' I think to myself as tears slide down my face. Constantly being pushed against the wall, Zendea has still managed to stay pure hearted and kind. Like a delicate flower with sharp thorns, Zendea finds what she's been looking for all her life, outside the place she thought was her new peace and their dark journey begins. Sebastian is known for being Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack and he's constant obsession of power and control, yet manages to stay one of the most untameable bachelors. Over the years he has managed to make himself and his pack very wealthy, through owning multiple billion dollar worth projects. Training them to be brutal and resilient, his pack ranks No.1 as the strongest pack in the wolf community. He's never wanted to settle down before, even when given the chance, but maybe he just hadn't met the one. There's something about her that he can't seem to resist and not because she's beautiful or charming but because the first time he stepped in front of her , she bowed her head at him , showing true submission.

"How is life going with your loving wife?", I asked putting a sly smile on my face. "Life's shitty, now spread.", he spat as his hand slowly slid up to my thigh, pushing my skirt higher as he continues to dictate. "We are not here to talk are we? Now shut your pretty little mouth before I make you" . . . . Professor Kendrik Windermere is done playing the dutiful husband in his cold, sexless arranged marriage. Frustrated and desperate, he finds an unlikely spark in Lorenza Floris, his oddball student with a dangerous obsession for steamy romance novels. When their paths cross outside the classroom, Kendrik and Lorenza strike a daring deal: a physical arrangement to fulfill his desires and her fantasies- with one strict rule: no feelings. But as passion deepens and their secret meetings grow more intense, the line between lust and love begins to blur. Can they keep their emotions in check, or will their forbidden connection spiral out of control? 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : This book delves into dark and controversial themes, including cheating, BDSM, toxic and manipulative relationships, and deep-seated parental trauma. It explores morally complex situations and unsettling dynamics that may disturb or trigger some readers. Discretion is strongly advised-read at your own risk. Rankings: #1 on teacher #1 on Trauma #3 on New #06 on adultfiction #05 on maturelanguage #02 on student-professor