After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

(18+) Aura Valen is the perfect college student blonde, poised, untouchable. Quiet in lecture halls, polite in hallways, always declining invitations with a gentle smile. No one knows she disappears after sunset. Behind the black lacquer mask she becomes something else entirely: Aurelia. In an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, powerful men arrive alone, strip, kneel, and wait. They do not speak until she allows it. They do not move until she commands it. They pay not for sex, but for the exquisite privilege of her rules. Aurelia does not touch them unless she chooses. She does not raise her voice. She does not explain. She simply is and they surrender. By day she studies power. By night she owns it. No one can connect the two lives. No one can reach the woman behind the mask. And no one can stop wanting to try.

"Stay away from me," I warned hopelessly, earning a chuckle from him. In a matter of seconds I was pinned against the wall and his hands were wrapped possessively around my waist. "My sweet little Rosalie. We both know I can never stay away. Why do you even bother resisting?" He whispered into my ears whilst his fingers snuck under my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps across my waist. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip, paralyzed from the dilemma of wanting more and needing to save myself. "I want you Rosalie. I've never wanted anything more," he sighed and then he bit my earlobe. I resisted the urge to moan as he fisted my hair tilting my head back leaving my neck exposed to him. He stared at me with lustful eyes. "I'm going to break your life apart piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle and then I'll get rid of all those other pieces until all you're left with is me," he mumbled greedily as he devoured my neck with kisses. I arched my back desperate for his touch even though I knew it wouldn't last. In a state of euphoria I asked him the question I already knew the answer to. "And then what?" I whispered hoarsely. "And then I'll give you what you want. I'll kill you." *** All Rosalie wanted for her senior year was to lay low, score the highest marks and to get out of there as soon as possible unscathed. However, everything changes when a new student enrolls. Harassed by something she never thought existed, she finds herself torn between reality and her imagination. With her life now on the line Rosalie must figure out a way to survive even if it means delving into the darkest parts of her mind that may just border on insanity. Cover by @mindofzayn

Once, I was the quiet boy who stood in her shadow. Hopelessly in love. Pathetic. Obsessed. She knew it- And she used it. She told me I "might" have a chance. Smiled while ripping me apart. Made me her joke, her pawn, her emotional plaything. Then she humiliated me in front of everyone and walked away like I never mattered. But I did matter. And now? I'm back to remind her. I spent three years building everything she thought I'd never have- Power. Money. Respect. A reputation that makes people stand when I enter a room... and drop to their knees when I tell them to. She doesn't recognize me at first. But her body does. It remembers the hands that used to tremble around her... Now they grip harder. Deeper. Unforgiving. She wants control? Not anymore. Now she gets to feel what it's like to be played with. To be the one left shaking. Desperate. Begging. Because I'm not the boy she broke. I'm the man who's going to ruin her- Slowly. Deliciously. And she's never looked prettier than when she's crying my name.

~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~ Lies. Lies. Lies. And a little more lies. And what did I get in return? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ The one and only girl I craved. Whose mere presence would drive me insane. But shhh!! She doesn't need to know any of my lies. She doesn't need to know who I actually am. Nothing. She is my wife now. Stuck. Forever. Concealed with my Obsession. (Short story)

--- ✧･ﾟ: 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 :･ﾟ✧ "Everything isn't what it seems... not even them." --- ☠️ 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒: 𝓓𝓱𝓻𝓾𝓿 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪 - A name that smells of danger. Blood on his hands. Power in his veins. A CEO with a criminal empire that bows only to him. He doesn't fall in love. He makes people fall to their knees. --- 🩶 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒: 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓹𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓱𝓪𝔂 - Quiet, graceful, unreadable. A medical student with steady hands... and secrets sharp enough to cut through lies. She looks like innocence- but she knows what sin tastes like. --- 💍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄: A favor. A trap. A spark in the middle of gunfire. He marries her to keep control. She says yes to survive. Now they're bound by a ring of fire, and every heartbeat pulls them deeper into a love that shouldn't exist. --- 🔥 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑? What they don't know about each other. --- ⚠️ 𝐃𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐕-𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠️ You're stepping into a world where love burns, lust bleeds, and mercy doesn't exist. ☠️ Graphic Violence 🖤 Obsession & Manipulation 🔥 Explicit Scenes & Strong Language 💣 Power Games & Dark Secrets No fairytales. No safety. Just chaos wearing the mask of love. --- 🔞 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 18+ ONLY If you stay, don't complain when you get burned. ---

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚?

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