Blue hated her dad's best friend, Brandon. He was tall, scary, and mean. He was the drummer in her dad's band. Every time they saw each other, a scowl was on his face. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him, she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would race. He was so much older than her, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. She thought he hated her too, until he kissed her. Until he touched her.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒏...𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Nova knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every offhand comment laced with something just shy of inappropriate-she loved pushing him. And Professor Steele? He was ice in a tailored suit. Distant. Disdainful. A master of dismissing her with a single look. But Nova wasn't blind-he may have played the role of the untouchable professor, but there was something in his eyes when she got too close. The line they danced around for weeks-taunting it, toeing it, pretending it didn't matter-shattered beneath the weight of a single moment. It was gentle. It was careful. It was the kind of night that branded itself into her skin. And Nova-the girl who always played it cool-found herself spiraling. Obsession bloomed like a bruise beneath the surface, spreading fast and deep.

"One kiss won't hurt, right? Just one, I promise" He whispered holding my face. "It's wrong" I said. I knew I was just lying to myself. "I've waited so long for one kiss" He whispered his lips a breath away from mine. "When you left I thought I meant nothing to you. You can't do this to me now" I said feeling vulnerable. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me"

Alan Romano was only seventeen when his father was murdered, and the boy, he had been died with him. His revenge was ruthless, bloody, and absolute-leaving only one witness behind: Aveline. A quiet five-year-old girl with candy-sticky fingers... and eyes that looked at him as if he weren't a monster. He should have walked away. But he didn't. He made a promise. Now Alan is trapped between two worlds-the rising chaos of the mafia he's inheriting, and the child he's sworn to protect at all costs. What begins as duty twists into something darker: a possessive, consuming obsession to be the only person she trusts, the only one she needs, the only place she ever turns. As Aveline grows, so does Alan's devotion-warped, fierce, and inseparable from the violence and shadows inside him. And when she turns eighteen, the line he swore he'd never cross finally shatters... dragging them both into a world of obsession, sin, and a love born from promises he will keep at any cost.

"You think I haven't noticed you before?" He asks, out of the blue, turning his head as he watches my facial expressions with amusement, leaning back into his chair, unbothered. I stare at him, trying to cover the shock displayed on my face, but he still caught my reaction, smirking. How could he have noticed me before? Does that mean he... knows? "When?" I ask, my voice trembling under his sharp gaze. "The first day of year 10. You had your hair out, with a cute little headband on. You also wore a pink hoodie with that short ass white skirt." He spoke, looking up at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember exactly what I wore on the first day of school. How could he have possibly remembered what I wore on the first day of school? It's been a year! "How did you?-" I begin to question but he cuts me off. "Who wouldn't remember a pretty thing like you? You're beautiful." ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Amelia Raven always had feelings for him. She always grew red as she watched him talking with his friends. Her feelings had grew and she wanted to get closer to him but never had the courage to. Asher Anderson always watched her every move, amusement glistening in his eyes as he watched her turn the corner to hide away from him. He began to grow interest in her and demanded the principle to set up tutoring sessions with her. From then on, his interest for her only grew. ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Silent Heartthrob by Heavenlyxn 🦢

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.

"Apologize, amore." he said with a deadly tone of voice. "If I don't apologize, then what?" I replied with grin on my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. He lowered his head down to my ear, letting out a whisper. "As much as I love you, I won't hesitate to punish you as soon as we get back home. It all depends on how well you behave and so far, it's not good." My body was heated by his words, I knew how much I wanted this and so did he. The teasing was only making this worse for the both of us. "Well, punishments are my best friend so I wouldn't mind them." I teased. "Oh believe me, piccola. You will change your mind and behavior once I'm done with you." ~~~ 20 year-old Ella Cage was just a semi-normal girl, the usual clubbing and working with her roommate known as Nicolas Rivera. She did one-night-stands in hoping she would find a perfect guy to spend the rest of her life with, but this time, the guy made the first move. And that one move would change her life, joining into the world of mafias. 34 year-old Lucifer Steel was the son of one of the most powerful mafia leader, along with his brother Oliver Steel. After their father had gotten ill, Lucifer did everything to prepare for the moment that he would be the new mafia leader. The one thing he didn't prepare for was falling in love with some girl from a nightclub. ~~~ Rankings! #1 in Cocky #1 in Kinky #1 in Recommend #1 in Mafia #1 in Richguypoorgirl #2 in BDSM #2 in Mafialove #2 in Submissive #3 in Killer

"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.