"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

my old man is a bad man, but... I can't deny the way he holds my hand. *** Lando Norris X femOC *** He said she was perfect, so she stopped trying to be anything else. When Arrietty Cruz, a broke bookstore clerk from Monterey, California, stumbles into the world of luxury, it's only supposed to be temporary. Then she meets Lando Norris, and she thinks he's joking about the jet, the villas, the designer clothes. He wasn't. Now she's living in a dream - his dream. She wears what he picks. Smiles when he says. And if he gets a little possessive? Controlling? Well, he just loves her so much it hurts. "It's not toxic," she tells herself. "It's devotion." "It's not that deep," she swears, handing over her phone and asking if she can wear sneakers. She thinks she's in control. He lets her think that. Because love this intense has rules. And she's never been more obedient. Where everyone else sees a red flag, she sees a checkered one. He's already won her. She's just racing to keep up. For fans of obsession, dangerous devotion, and the messy, intoxicating line between love and control.

𝜗ৎ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 #𝟏 𝜗ৎ Honee never wanted attention. As a quiet and sweet first-year Education student, she kept her head down, focused on her studies, and lived a simple life with her single mom. But her world shifts when she catches the eye of Lucas, a dangerously handsome and wealthy second-year Business Administration student with a cold, intimidating aura. Lucas is the type of guy who always gets what he wants and now, he wants Honee. Drawn to her innocence, his obsession quickly grows into something uncontrollable... (REMINDER: This story is written in English because I'm not used to writing in Taglish. Thank you.) -ediyoursna

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤

Last Christmas, Ophelia Darke gave herself to a monster... and he gave her a love she can't erase. A year later, she's trying to rebuild her life-working at a DV charity, volunteering at soup kitchens, burying herself in folklore and hopeless searches for the Yule Devil who shattered her heart. She hasn't touched another soul. She can't. Krampus ruined her for anyone else. But when December returns, so does the magic she tried to outrun. A tiny Christmas fairy bursts from a bell with secrets, Nicolas-the beautiful Winter King-steps into her world with dangerous interest, and the shadows begin to whisper her name again. Because Krampus is waking. Furious. Possessive. Hungry. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This story contains dark romance themes, violence, obsession, monsters, emotionally intense scenes, and sensual content. 18+ ONLY.

🌷 "We're Greek, Percy. We're all born with tragedy in our blood." The only thing Daphne could ever be sure of was that she was not meant to be alive. Whatever you wanted to call it - a gut feeling or just some serious anxiety, she couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was watching her. She was a lone lily pad floating along the sea, unclaimed and unbelonging. The ocean was the only place she could call home... ˗ˏˋ🪷 'ˎ˗₊˚ପ⊹ lightning thief - onwards ʚïɞ ʚɞ. percy jackson x fem!oc © pixiiedusts ²⁰²² ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

At dusk , death came to me in the form of a man. [campbell eliot x oc] ©C Marie 2019.