"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

Julie Cole was told he was a good soul, an obedient son, and a kind human. Though she knew marrying to get out of trouble is not something her dad would have approved but in the end, it was her father's family she was going to secure. Letting out a cold sigh she looked at the boy who lived in front of her apartment getting into his Toyota Carolla. He was never going to love her. He had made it clear five years ago when Julie confessed her feelings to him on her 18th birthday. Looking at the stone adorning her finger she told herself "I am someone's now". And she would be lying if she says Matteo isn't on her mind nowadays...the man who owned a trading company and was renowned for his honesty. The man she was going to marry in front of God and this whole world. She was always a hard believer and knew that God always chose the best for her. Matteo De Lucca is a well-known name in the whole of Europe, Asia, and Central America. For the last seven years, he was in the world's top 20 richest men. He has an image to keep and known for his donations and discipline. Little does anyone know he is made to function as indifferent, insensitive, narcissist, and sexist...only the group of people closest to him know that he has insatiable greed for money, power, and sex. Strictly in the same order. Whatever donations he ever made were his subsidiary units somehow. There is nothing more important to him than his money. And when the richest heiress in his circle who doesn't have any problem with his ways around life proposed a marriage he didn't blink to accept. But one named changed everything. Julie Cole...his father's personal maid in the states. ***** The story has a non cliché character. Matteo is like any other corporate villian. You are going to hate this character like never before. He only thinks about himself and what will interest you more is the fact that despite being super rich he cares a lot about money and connections.

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐱-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Rose." He spat, his voice was sharp and cold. "Do not compare yourself to your sister." Damian Knight stated. "You will never be her, you will never reach her potential, and you will never own my heart like she does." He took a step back with a resentful expression "Rose Spencer, you are nothing but your sister's shadow and will never be able to escape from it. This is your curse." But then I caught the attention of a powerful Russian mob boss, Lev Mikhaylov, an older man who struck me off my feet, yet nothing in my world is what it seems.

"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice is calm, yet the scariest she ever heard, and she shivers on the spot as she stares at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly end up here in a lion's den and there's no hope of escaping, is what she never imagined. She has always known her stepmother to hate her, but she never imagined that she'll go to the extreme length of doing this to her. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivers as she presses her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I beg you, please... Leave me alone," She suddenly falls to her knees when her legs can't carry her anymore, and he rolls his eyes momentarily. "I'll spare you tonight, Lilian... Not because of your pleas, but because I am in a good mood. When next I want you..." He pauses as he squats in front of her. "I'll torture you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to f*ck you so hard, Lilian. I'll make you hit orgasms five times in a row, and I promise that by the time I'm done with you, you'll never remain the same again," He whispers against her ear as a dirty smirk plays at the corner of his lips...

Nate couldn't stand her husband's lack of affection and emotional support, which left her feeling unvalued. She sought solace elsewhere. Her heart was unsettled when the one she found was better in every way than her husband. Would Nate end her affair and stay with her unresponsive husband? Or would she choose the man who claimed to love her more than her husband did? ♤♡◇♧ ⛔ CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT (RATED R /21+) PLEASE BE A WISE READER 🚫 Don't copy this story as yours. Please stop plagiarism! 🚫 Names of characters, stories, and locations are purely fictional. If there are any similarities, it's just coincidence. First publish on January 4th 2023 (Previously published in October 2019 in Indonesian) to April 3rd 2024. Cover by : @anurie ⚠️ If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe form, please visit https://www.wattpad.com/user/fytofuxoxo thank you ♡

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

Disclaimer: Contains instances of verbal bullying and fat-shaming. ****** Like any other twenty-year-old Harper Young has problems: keeping up with her college assignments, trying to figure out mixed signals that society sends about her body, and dealing with a boy who just can't stop bullying her for her weight. You know little big problems. But the last one, that goes by the name of Adrien Augustine, is now getting bigger. ****** Excerpt: "You're sick." He really is. "You know what? I am sick." "Then get help and leave me alone!" "You're my help Peppa." He steps closer and my heart thuds. He leans down, inches separating our faces. I see something feral swirling in those black eyes as they roam over my face. He really resents me. "Seeing you strut around with your swollen body makes me sick. You getting rid of that disgusting flab is what going to help me Peppa," he coos mockingly. I suppress a whimper. He's pure evil.

She was not born a lady, she was made one. She was not born into wealth, she was given it. Laila is a woman of the king, and she fell in love with him, the day she first met him. Whether it was the kindness he'd shown her or the charming face and body he has, the attraction was there from the start. But King Stephan is not one to reciprocate such feelings, as Laila is one of the ten women he has in his castle. If only there was a way they could grow closer...secrets, lies, pain, war...all of which tears people apart, could actually be what brings them together. *** Turning to face him, she sees his lips curling into a smile, making her heart warm and fuzzy. He slowly puts his arm around her, giving her time to refuse. When she doesn't, he pulls her against his chest. Leaning into her he whispers, "You called me by my name, back in the hallway." "I...I apologize-" "Don't...I like it." Laila feels her core clench upon hearing his words. He tilts her chin laying a kiss on her neck. Biting back her moan, she closes her eyes, feeling him suck on her skin. "Mmh!" Stephan feels her arousal placing his lips on hers, his hand traveling down pushing up her dress as he caresses her skin.* Cover by @Sachi_Stark ! ♥