That encounter was supposed to be ordinary. Just a girl showing pity to a wounded stranger in a dark alley. But for Alex, it was fate. When Bella rescued him and brought him to her apartment, she had no idea that the man she saved wasn't just a victim-but a monster with a dark past and a deadly obsession. At first, Alex appeared weak, hurt, and distant. But after Bella treated his wounds, something inside him shifted. He saw her as his. Only his. No one else was allowed to touch her, approach her, or hurt her-except himself. Behind his handsome face and piercing gaze, lay a damaged soul, haunted by trauma... and an unnatural kind of love. Bella never imagined that her act of kindness that night would trap her in a story filled with pain, blood, and possessive love. ---

*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

When Miss Sunshine comes knocking at Archie Stone's door, it isn't just light she lets in. It's exposure. It's the slow peeling back of shadows he thought were buried too deep to reach. Her smile is bright, almost innocent-but it carries something sharp beneath it. Warmth that lingers too long. Curiosity that presses where it shouldn't. A drug that he can't seem to let go

Millie Blackwood came to Pembroke University looking for a fresh start. Instead, she finds whispered rumours of a secret society that may not even exist, strangers who seem to know far too much about her, and four men who have been watching from the shadows long before she ever arrived. Every encounter feels orchestrated. Every coincidence feels deliberate. Every step she takes draws her deeper into a game she never agreed to play. At Pembroke, nothing is accidental. They know her name. They know her past. They know the parts of her she keeps buried. And they have no intention of letting her leave. •.•.• A dark academia romance featuring obsessive love interests, secret societies, gothic mystery, psychological tension, possessive heroes, and a slow-burning "why choose" romance. •.•.• This story is intended for mature readers (18+). This is a work of fiction and does not romanticise or endorse harmful behaviour in real life.

Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."

+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.

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

She was their heaven...but they only brought her hell.

I want her to be mine and mine alone No one can have her except me "What an ass like damnn the way her body move as she bounced her ass off" The way how she gets shy when i look at her the way how she smiled when she's playing with my child the way how she warms my heart every time i look at her beautiful face Ohh how i wished she could be mine already, nooo not wished she will be mine not soon not ever now I can't wait to have her under me how she doesn't know what affect she have of me no thick woman has ever made me like this except her I am so obsessed with this woman i cant take it anymore i have to make her mine if i dont i think i will really kill myself or worse maybe something to her Ohh godd why is he staring at me like that and smirking why is my pussy getting wet every time he looks at me and why those hazel eyes make my heart beat so fast it's like it will pop out of my chest „How I wish he could be mine... but he'll never be, because I'm not perfect. I'm just an unknown woman with the biggest ass ever 🍑, and he probably only likes slim girls or ones who are just a little thick 🥺😖" Imani is shy, loving, and deeply insecure about her body, often wishing she were more like her confident best friend, Amoya. Though Amoya constantly reassures her of her beauty, Imani struggles to believe it. Their lives shift when they meet two charming men and their children, whose innocence draws them together. Through kindness, patience, and love, one man helps Imani shed her fears and discover her strength, confidence, and self-worth. Alessandro is dangerous, emotionally scarred, and hardened by a hateful ex-wife. His only priority is his son, Seth-until meeting Imani and Amoya. Drawn to the women his child adores, Alessandro feels his darkness weaken as obsession and desire take hold. Alongside Dimitri, he becomes determined to claim the women who changed everything.