𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧. ꙬꙬꙬꙬ All that Yara Morello was told all her life was that she was the shame of the family. She was a mistake that was never supposed to happen, a disgrace to be shunned and cast away. She yearned for freedom, a chance to forge her own destiny on her terms. Except freedom wasn't part of the plan anymore when her father makes her a candidate for an arranged marriage in place of her half sister. Secrets get revealed, the past pays a visit to the present. She discovers that the true cost of freedom was far greater than she had ever imagined or bargained. ♈︎♈︎♈︎ -𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 -𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 -𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

Tyler is straight. He has a girlfriend. He's the campus golden boy. He's also my roommate. In public, he pretends I don't exist. In private, he watches me. Tracks me. Loses it when I come back late. He's terrified of what that means. So is everyone else. His girlfriend knows. His teammates are watching. His father-who stands at a pulpit every Sunday-is coming to town. And Tyler is running out of ways to disappear.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ, ᴡɪʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ❝ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.❞ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇ𝒬ᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰᴀɪʀ 🥇bbw 🥇bwbm

Isabelle Grace, a beautiful and innocent girl stepped into one of the top university with dreams of living a better future. Alexander Luca Romano, the rebellious bad boy of the university, with a dangerous aura and charming looks, a playboy who loves to toy with girl's and then throw them away. What will happen When Alexander's dark gaze locks onto Isabelle's innocence, a dangerous desire stirs within him. He becomes consumed by the need to possess her, cage her and claim her as his own. Will Isabelle break free from the cage of Alexander's obsession and find true love, or will she be trapped in a life of suffering? Trigger warning:- 18+ content, violence, abuse, forced relationship, smut.

'Please,' I begged, tears streaming down my face. Adrik's gaze never wavered. 'Kiss me,' he repeated. My lips trembled, my heart heavy with fear." Tears streamed down my face as I stared at Adrik, his expression unyielding. "'Please,' I begged, my voice trembling. Adrik's gaze never wavered. "'Kiss me, and I'll feed your mother,' he said, his voice devoid of emotion. ************************************************* My dreams had always been clear: excel academically, attend Yale, land a fulfilling job, find love, and build a happy family. I longed for a peaceful life, filled with joy and stability. But then, a monster burst into my world, shattering my aspirations and claiming me as his own. His presence cast a dark shadow over every aspect of my existence, transforming my once hopeful dreams into a never-ending nightmare. His grip was unyielding, and I found myself trapped in a living hell, where my dreams seemed forever lost. The life I once envisioned was now a distant memory, replaced by a reality that was both terrifying and suffocating. #1 -forced relationship 31/10/2024 #1 -manipulation 17/11/2024

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

She kept fighting for her value, for her importance until she lost it within herself. WARNING ⚠ YOU'VE BEEN WARNED IF YOU CAN'T READ AN ABUSIVE BOOK PLEASE LEAVE. I WON'T ENTERTAIN HATE COMMENTS.

𝐂𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 [See-air-uh] A 16 year old afro-latina who has a bright future ahead of her, she was born and raised in the Bronx, New York City by her single hard-working Dominican mother. Cyara had a good childhood, surrounded by her tight-knit family. 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝛐𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 [Jay-son] A basketball player in his senior year at Lakeside High. With multiple generous offers and scholarships from some of the most affluent colleges in the USA, it is safe to say he has a promising career ahead of him. When Jason lays eyes on Cyara for the first time, he knows he has to make her his. Cyara's life completely changes forever, when she's forced to move to a new school in a new city as a result of her mother's new demanding job, where she comes across Jason Crane. Will his obsessive nature scare Cyara away? How will she be able to handle his dark past? [TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION, AND HAS GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THOSE CHAPTERS] 🔒 PSA - PLEASE READ I am in no way glamorising, romanticising, or supporting abuse in any form. This is not a "dark romance" story. This story is written to raise awareness, shed light on real issues, and help identify the warning signs of manipulation, gaslighting, and abuse - especially in young relationships. If these topics are not for you, or may be triggering, please prioritise your well-being and do not continue reading. Your mental health comes first.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »