[Started Writing : 3rd August, 2023] "For fuck sake, leave me alone." I screamed out as tears commenced gathering in my eyes. He said nothing. He just sat there watching me lose my temper. "Answer me." I growled shooting daggers on his way with my eyes. "Be my girlfriend. You will get everything you lost." "I don't want to be." "You have no choice." Anastasia wants nothing but to get out of the hell hole called 'her life'. They say study hard and then you can earn money and have a good life. But despite having a degree in hands she was still jobless. When life was giving her bitter test then when a devil showed up at the door of her heart, dressed like an angel. The devil wants nothing but a favour from her while promising her everything she wants. Morally grey. That's the definition to construe Alex Vesper. Strict, rude, emotionless, focused and evil. He wants nothing but revenge from a certain someone who might have scratched his ego a little bit. And at that time Anastasia was the best option for him.

Trigger warning - Abuse, violence, assault, murder Please do not read if you can not handle this He walked through the dark stairs. He was playing with his gun. He came to take something that belonged to him, at least he thought. His prey escaped from him, and he was back to take her... torture her, torment her, punish her.... he took something of his too, was it a bigger sin... He had no mercy for anyone. She was not special in that case. she was just his Prey... his favorite pet.

"I'm going to let go and your not going to scream or try to run, you understand?" He said, his voice was deep and he sounded dangerous I knew I had to listen to him I didn't want to speak so I simply just nodded yes. "Answer in words Ellie" he commands as he slightly removed his hand from my mouth "H-how do y-you k-know my n-name?" I asked, it came out more as a whisper and I'm surprised he heard it "I know lots of things" he said...... The description is not that great but please give my story a chance Also I don't own any of the photos in this story!!! This story had some curse words but nothing too severe!

**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.

Antonio Rodriguez laid eyes on Clarina Morales and knew, she was the one. He watched over her from a far . Got to know all there was that concerned her. To his great pleasure, she landed right into his nest. Clarina let him take her to his house. Unaware of the dangerous consequence her decision would bring the next morning, and days to come. ... " you can scream louder than that."