When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Penelope Striker was used to chasing dreams with her feet firmly planted on the ground-or, more often, up on pointe. She had simple goals: find ballet shoes that matched her skin tone, maybe teach dance in an exotic corner of the world. But life pirouetted off course when she crossed paths with Gunnar Severin, the rugged, enigmatic leader of a notorious motorcycle club. Gunnar was everything she wasn't looking for: twice her age, intimidatingly sharp-edged, and with a reputation as dangerous as it was alluring. As Penelope is drawn deeper into his world, she finds herself caught in a high-stakes tango between passion and risk. But can they bridge the vast divide between a ballet studio and the backroom of a biker bar? What begins as a brief infatuation unfolds into a raw, unexpected love story about finding belonging in the least likely of places and learning that love can be both fierce and tender. Best Ranking: #1 Age-gap #1 Gangleader #1 Spicy #1 Motorcycle #2 Ballerina #2 Ballet #2 MC #2 Opposites #3 Dark Romance

Arabella never meant to get close to someone like him. Warren is reckless, unreadable, and surrounded by rumors that make people run. But the more she's warned to stay away, the more she wants to know why he hides behind those walls...and why he can't seem to stay away from her either. ────୨ৎ──── Warren Reid is a name everyone in town knows, and not for good reasons. He left a student unconscious before disappearing into juvie, and now that he's back, the rumors are worse than ever. With a past that whispers warnings and a reputation that silences rooms, Warren is used to being feared, not understood. He trusts no one, lets no one in, and only keeps two people close. Emotions are weaknesses in his world, and vulnerability has never been an option. Until her. Arabella Winters is the picture of perfection and the last girl anyone would expect to cross paths with someone like Warren. Smart, sweet, and sheltered, she follows every rule her parents set, never once stepping out of line. She's the kind of girl who still believes in good graces, bedtime curfews, and fairy tale endings. But one knock on Warren's door throws her into his world, and nothing is the same after that. Everyone says he's trouble, but Arabella doesn't see the monster they all fear. She sees someone broken, someone hiding wounds no one else bothers to look for. What starts as innocent curiosity soon becomes an intense pull neither of them can resist. She's drawn to the shadows he hides in, and he can't stay away from the light she doesn't even know she carries. Now Arabella has to ask herself: is she helping Warren escape the darkness...or is she just letting it swallow her too?

He's cold and cruel. She's sweet and selfless. They're hardly a match made in heaven. After all, the devil doesn't belong with an angel. But fate seems to choose otherwise.

Freedom has a price tag. And Lorenzo Guerra just paid the bill. Lorenzo Guerra is a man of rules. - Order above all. - Silence is power. - Never keep what you cannot control. Then he met Orabella. Orabella Vassou thought her debt was money. She thought she was fighting to keep a roof over her head. She didn't know she was fighting the inevitable. She is the stain on his pristine shirt. The crack in his perfect walls. The noise in his quiet world. He should have killed her. Instead, he kept her. Now, he has to decide if she is his ruin... or his queen. But Orabella spent her life on a stage, pretending to be what men wanted. She knows how to put on a show. And for Lorenzo, the performance is just beginning. Welcome to the Private Show. Audience of one. .......... © All Rights Reserved

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in. But on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken-kidnapped by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire-The Black She-Wolf-isn't just a mafia boss. She's a legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask. She takes. And what she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile. She's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! #2 in torture 21.01.2026 #1 in risk 21.01.2026 #1 in prey 22.01.2026 #4lesbianromance

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born into fame. Forced into the spotlight. When her mother's fashion empire falls into scandal, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 is automatically involved, and her image is on the line. 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞 is a cold, powerful attorney, hired to silence the scandal and control London. But some entanglements blur the line between control and desire. And not all of them are meant to be undone.

" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

| 18+ | "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "You're surprisingly big for a fucking prick." I gasp, feeling full, filled to the brim with him, as I watch him bear his teeth at me in anger, his harsh emotions rolling out of him in waves. "And you're surprisingly tight for a whore." he retorts, wrapping his large hand around my throat, cutting off any response I have to his statement. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When the cold CEO Mikhail Voronov craves the untouchable 'Seraphina', he doesn't expect her to play harder than he plays. Zyla, a stripper with flames in her veins, has secrets sharper than her claws. She plays a lethal game of want-teasing, vanishing, leaving him hard and hungry. But the more he demands her, the deeper she digs her claws in. Now he's addicted. Now she's the fire he can't escape. As their dangerous game of want escalates-private dances, masked threats, stolen nights-turns to obsession, the line between desire and destruction blurs. But when the shadows close in, who'll burn first?

"𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒," ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟. "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒." ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ She is an angel with scars. He is a devil with charm. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid. Bruised knuckles. Leather jacket. Eyes like warnings. Everyone calls him dangerous. I called him Angel. Once. As a joke. Because he showed up when he shouldn't have- ruined my night, saved my life, and looked at me like he regretted both. Now the nickname won't die. Not when he kisses me just to shut me up. Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong. Not when he looks at me like I'm the only good thing he's ever seen. I'm supposed to be perfect. Future designer. Top student. A planned-out life. My father calls boys "distractions." Alec Donovan is the biggest distraction I've ever met. The kind that ruins your lipstick-and your destiny. But when the world gets loud, when my past catches up, when my father gets cruel, when everyone expects me to break- he shows up. Silent. Breathing hard. Eyes full of something he refuses to name. He's the only boy who's ever protected me. The only one who scares me. The only one who truly sees me. He Is My Angel... even if he looks like the devil. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "At least I'm not hiding behind anger!" He moved before I could breathe. One moment across the table, the next-right in front of me, his hand braced against the wall beside my head. His other hand slid into his pocket, casual and tense all at once. "Careful," he said, voice low enough to vibrate in my chest. "You're saying a lot of things you don't mean." ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚