'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. »

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

We are tideborn. Shaped by salt, forged by gold, bound by the moon. For generations, the coastal wolves of Aurean Tide lived in quiet strength, keepers of the sea, guardians of ancient power, and heirs to a promise made by an ailing king. Wanting to collect on the promise now, before death collects the king, they rise on a conquest they were prepared for, but not prepared enough. That promise is now on the brink of being broken. As the world watches, Alpha Kaelen Shellborne leads his people through a bold push for sovereignty. Beside him stands Luna Sereia, a woman shrouded in mystery, haunted by fragmented memories, and destined to shape the soul of a rising nation. But power never rises uncontested. Virelya's most powerful packs see Aurean Tide not as a nation but a threat. Old alliances fracture, whispers of betrayal creep through courtrooms and council halls, and enemies both known and hidden begin to circle. Some crave war. Others crave control. In a land where tradition is weaponized and the ocean remembers everything, Kaelen must decide how far he's willing to go to protect his pack, his Luna, and the fragile dream of independence. Because tides rise but also drown. This is the beginning of an epic fantasy of legacy, resistance, and the cost of becoming something the world has never seen before. **i've started to involve the wolf personalities more in the book now, so it might be a bit jarring to enter chapter 4 and be reminded that they are werewolves, I'm continue to learn more about writing as I go so there's gonna be some changes and the transitions might not be as smooth as one might hope but once I'm done writing, I'll go back and edit it properly.**

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. Cover by - @𝚇𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂 1/30/22

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

The shadows have always been a safe haven for twenty-four year old Roslyn Huxley. But when the shadows start to haunt her she becomes more than a little curious as to who, or what they really are. Especially when foggy dreams of a shadow man having his way with her become a regular occurrence. The only catch? The encounters are a guilty pleasure that she wouldn't mind more of. Until one morning she discovers proof of his existence, and her sweet dreams come to a halt. Who is he? What does he want? And might he have anything to do with the mysterious deaths that have been plaguing small town Chelan, WA? While old fables and ghost stories are given a new meaning, a whole new world could change everything. As something sinister hatches behind the scenes, Roslyn is determined to find answers to the mysteries within herself as well as the ones all around her. And especially the one's that prey on her late in the night. (NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY)