She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

"Be careful of the big bad wolf" After running away from her hometown in East Cove, Imani Kent moves into Wolf Creek to escape her haunting past. All is well at first until strange occurrences and frequent kidnappings begin to swarm the mysterious old town. She's left in her own thoughts to think whether or not it was such a good idea to move into Wolf Creek,that is until she bumps into the towns outcast Kieran Maddox, son of late Arthur Maddox. Kieran Maddox a rogue amongst a pack of wolves, he was an outcast thrown out of his old pack and stripped of his Alpha title by his eldest brother. After loosing against his eldest brother in a fight for the Alpha title, Kieran is exiled from his pack and is left isolated in the old pack house near the edge of the forest. Years of being alone tends to harden the soul, Kieran's a prime example of this. Those treacherous years of shame, anger, and loneliness fed the dark twisted desires his inner beast craved, he was no longer the man the town had known him as he was a monster. A monster craving for more than just greed, more than just revenge but something priceless. A mate So what happens when a beautiful black young woman wanders into Wolf Creek, a woman who he would mark as his own. His mate. Highest Ranking: #875 Werewolf

She was their heaven...but they only brought her hell.

nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly shook my head no as my bottom lip quivered. He stopped to look at me, and smiled that breathtaking smile of his before he went back to walking. "Well, Nyctophilia is the word used to describe the love of darkness or night" He paused again but this time stopped right in front of me. I kept my head down as my heart pounded out of my chest. "A nyctophile would be the term used to describe someone with nyctophilia." He then brought his hand to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. "You, my darling, are a nyctophile." He smirked then added, "And I am the darkness you find comfort in." ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ Celeste Banks was as sweet as candy and as pure as cotton. Although she had her tougher exterior and questionable interests, she wouldn't hurt a fly...or so people thought Asher deville was a charming, sexy sociopath, with no regard for anyone but himself. If he wants something, he'll do whatever he needs to get it. Once meeting Celeste he decides he has to have her, but what will she do when she finds out his secret? ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ This is my first time writing a book so It won't be perfect and id also appreciate and feedback/comments 🥺 Rankings: #1 in goth 15/09/20 #1 in abusive 15/09/20 #1 in violence 1/10/20 #6 in manipulation 15/09/20 #4 in sociopath 25/09/20 #11 in insecure 20/09/20 #11 in anxiety 20/09/20 #8 in Darkromance 1/10/20 #22 in toxic 15/09/20

Nat is a loyal, loving and devoted wife to her husband, Chris. Every day is a struggle with Schizoaffective Disorder, but she manages to control it. That is, until Chris' sexy but sadistic, Noah, is released from prison and has to live with them for a few months. Unknown to them, Noah had been diagnosed with high trait psychopathy. His calculative and manipulative nature sends Nat's illness to spiral out of control as she begins to doubt her husband's fidelity with a possible office romance. Unable to cope, Nat engages in a steamy and wild affair with Noah. However, no matter what she does, she cannot escape the burning obsession within him. Once his eyes are set on her, he will go through all destructive lengths to make sure she submits to only him. Get ready for a seriously twisted game of cat and mouse! Viewer Discretion is advised: this story includes strong language, sexual references, adult themes, sex scenes, violence, mental health and abuse. #1 Heartracing #1 Guilty Pleasure

- ᴀ ʙᴡᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ:ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ,ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ,ʀᴏʙ,ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ,ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ? ꜰᴜᴄᴋ...ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ,ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ #1 ʙᴡᴋᴍ

19 year old Taylor lost both her parents in a car accident. Recovery was hard but she made it through and for the sake of her parents she joined a live singing competition. She meets a lot of new people, one of them her coach. Both fell in love till one day change it all...wanna find out? Join me .................................. "I fucking gave you space and time and this is what you do? Fuck it, you are gonna pay for this!" he growled at me and took me out of the car. I couldn't stop fighting. And it was involuntary considering my flight escape mode was still on. Damien closed the car door and threw me across his shoulder and stalked to the house gruffing with every step he took as if he was trying to calm down. I struggle as much as I could so that he will put me down. But he was only tightening his grip on me. When we finally entered tbe house he locked the main door with his thumb print and stalked further into the living room area. He basically threw me on the floor and sat on thr couch with his leg crossed like a freaking CEO. He didn't care that I was still in pain from his throw. I scooted further away from where he was sitting despite feeling pain all over my body. But before I could move he pulled my ankle again to him. But he did let go this time. He held on tigh depsite my struggles. He edged forward to my face with a deadly calm expression. "NOW RUN"

Gia knew Isaac as her adopted sister's boyfreind. A boy with a bad reputation and who liked to tease her for her place of birth and race (sort of). She didn't like him. She spent as little time with him as possible. But then she was kidnapped, and Isaac right along with her. Thrown into an, at first, unknown situation, she was forced to depend on someone she hadn't ever thought she would have to, even more so when the unknown situation became clearer. They were taken by a cruel couple, a cruel couple who couldn't adopt or have children of their own. An insane, wicked couple who decided instead of going the way of surrogacy or find willing participants, and instead force two unwilling people to conceive and birth their children for them.

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.

What started with a smile, ended with an obsession