Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

+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.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two.

"Little dove I don't like repeating myself- " the spit hit his face, his usual mug turned into a smile. Nothing could be heard but my heavy breathing and his laughter "What a wild little thing you are" Before I could even react, he grabbed me my neck, slapping me repeatedly until he was satisfied Nani Green, simple black girl that never had a simple life. Trying to not let her past defy her, she builds a new life not knowing it would be her last. Mikhail Yusupov, a quiet, observant Russian man.Not one of many words, which he didn't need with his reputation. ⚠️This story is twisted and graphic u have been warned so don't be shocked when you read for me This story includes the following : Slapping Killing Sexual activity Spitting Chocking Abuse And a crazy nigga ⚠️⚠️

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

+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.

Enzo Vitale was raised to be the heir of a powerful Italian family. Disciplined, ruthless, and untouchable. But behind the iron mask he wears, Enzo is haunted by the ghosts of his past,His nights are plagued by nightmares of fire and loss, his days ruled by violence, power, and the constant pressure of tradition. Marriage, children, softness. He has sworn them all away, convinced they are weaknesses he cannot afford. Yet in the shadows of his sleep, a pair of brown eyes won't leave him. Eyes that feel like home. Eyes that enrage him because they make him want. Kairo never wanted to be tangled in the Vitale world. But debt and desperation pulled her family's small business under their thumb, and she finds herself carrying a burden she never asked for. Fiercely loyal to her grandparents and her mother, she sacrifices her own safety to protect them, even if it means giving everything she has and everything she is. When Enzo and Kairo finally collide, it's not fate. It's a storm. He sees in her those same eyes that haunt his dreams, and she feels the danger in every word he speaks, every touch he steals. He is the man she should fear the most and the one her body betrays her for. As family expectations tighten around Enzo, and Kairo's secrets threaten to unravel, their lives twist together in a brutal dance of control, defiance, and forbidden desire. He wants dominance. She wants freedom. But neither can seem to let the other go.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

BASED ON TRUTHS GIRLS RARELY CONFESS, AND OBSESSIONS DARKER THAN FICTION DARES TO GO. THIS STORY WALKS THE RAZOR'S EDGE BETWEEN DEVOTION AND DESTRUCTION. He found her in the silence. The invisible hours. The version of her nobody else was looking at. She thought she'd finally been chosen. She didn't know she was one of two. Leo doesn't love with his hands. He loves with control: patient, precise, dressed in every word a lonely girl has ever ached to hear. He collects devotion the way other men collect nothing at all. And when Alessia's best friend becomes his next quiet obsession, the two women who trusted each other most start losing themselves to the same man, in the same silence, neither understanding why the other has changed, until the night Alessia finds them together, and everything she believed was hers turns out to have never belonged to her at all. OBSESSION? EVERY PAGE. CONTROL DISGUISED AS CARE? THE WHOLE BOOK. A FRIENDSHIP USED AS A WEAPON? THAT'S THE PART THAT WILL HAUNT YOU. This isn't a romance that heals. It's a hunger that claws under the skin, a devotion that feels intoxicating right up until it turns suffocating. It whispers in the dark: "You were mine before you ever understood what that meant." Dark romance collides with real psychological terror. What Leo does to Alessia and Giulia doesn't only exist in fiction. It's the kind of manipulation that hides behind ordinary phone screens and closed doors, right now, to someone you know. Read if you crave broken girls, dangerous men, possessive obsession, and control that wears the mask of love. But remember: every touch has a price. Every promise hides a trap. And once two women fall into the same man's world, there may not be a way out for either of them. NOT SOFT. NOT SWEET. NOT SAFE. THIS ISN'T A LOVE STORY. IT'S A WARNING, WEARING ONE.