"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.

Lila thought escaping her past would lead to freedom. But when she arrives in New York, she quickly learns that freedom is a fragile illusion. Pulled into a world of power, danger, and manipulation, she meets Damien-a man whose dark charm and sinister desires threaten to swallow her whole. Damien isn't just dangerous; he's irresistible, and as Lila's feelings shift between fear and desire, she realizes the man she's trying to escape may be the one to destroy her. As her life spirals into chaos, Lila must navigate a maze of violence, temptation, and betrayal, unsure of what is real or if she even wants to leave. Trapped in a web of his making, Lila faces a choice: fight to preserve what little is left of herself or surrender completely to the man who claims her body-and her soul. Warning: This story contains dark themes, violence, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

A series of standalone stories. No connections. No backgrounds. Just new obsessions every time. Toxic entanglements. Forbidden touches. Enemies you shouldn't want. Each chapter dives straight into the heat, the tension, the mess. Some last one night. Some last longer. Either way-it always goes too far.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #2 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air like a blade. Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

"Would you have killed that young boy!? Over a fucking purse!?"I shot back. It was a stupid temerity but I was willing to take the risk. "I would do whatever it takes to show that I call the shots"He menacingly replied. "Even with you"His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Now you are just acting like a possessive and dominating freak"I replied with a roll of my eyes and a hiss. In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it. My eyes widened and I held on to his arm, wincing. "That's because I am. I own you. You belong to me. I'll always be the one you lust for and crave for. And if you try to act otherwise, I'll make sure I make you submit to me whether you like it or you don't"Raphael huskily replied, dragging my braids more. His words felt so sensual and yet so dangerous. I became weak in the knees and my breathing became rapid in pace. "And what if I don't want to submit to your orders, what will you do huh?"I taunted him. "Will you kill me? Shoot me? Stab me huh? Mr Raphael!?" I knew if I were to be someone else, I would have been dead by now. Raphael looked like he was seconds away from hitting me but I knew there was no way he would do that. "I won't kill you"came his raspy reply with his voice turning malicious, laced with cruelty. He pressed his body against mine and his hands fisted in my braids curling against my scalp. Shit. It was becoming extremely painful. "I'll punish you" In the blink of an eye, I felt his lips pressed forcely against mine. * * * * * * What if the hero in your story was the villain? A dangerous dark romance tale of two star crossed lovers fighting to keep their marriage and love in the midst of various deadly plots. But sometimes, the price of love can be death. Updates every Thursday/Sunday

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐁𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚?" "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ... Celine Grant is a college student at the University of New York. Ever since she'd learn how to write and read, her biggest dream was to become a thriving author. But being that's a quite common dream amongst people, it's been a struggle. She finds herself often stuck in the shadows of her peers, her skills always being overlooked. But when a news article becomes desperate for some information on the infamous Billionaire, Matthew Benedict, she decided this is her opportunity. Little had she known, there was a reason bedsides his arrogant attitude that people went out their way to avoid the billionaire. And certain things should stay covered... ... Trigger warnings: KIDNAPPING, SLIGHT STOCKHOLM-SYNDROME, Drugs and Alcohol abuse, use of hard drugs, foul language, mature scenes, extreme toxicity, very light bdsm, mentions of self-harm, obsession, smoking, dubious consent, cheating, Domestic abuse, abuse, signs of anxiety, Gang related violence, homophobia, mentions of statutory rape, mentions of a miscarriage, sexual coercion, murder, cheating, manipulation, mature sex scenes, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinks, torture, blood. [BWWM]

"That's good to know but you're still getting punished." He smacked my ass. "I want you to count and if you mess up I'm gonna start over." I didn't respond. "Adira, you're already getting 20 hits. Do you really wanna make that 40 by ignoring me?" He asked. "No." I replied nonchalantly. "Count" He went down on my ass once more. "1" I counted tears building up in my eyes. 19 hits later. My ass was red for sure and my pussy was dripping wet down my thigh. He rubbed my ass and pulled my panties down. "Look at how wet you are bambina. You're a little pain slut aren't you." He hummed. 𝗧𝗼𝗽 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 #113 in bwwm #164 in wmbw #113 in strongfemalelead #850 in bdsm