"لم يخترها بقلبه... بل بلعنته." دمها القرمزي يهمس في عروقه، يوقظه من سباته، ويشعل نيرانًا لا تنطفئ. اختطفها كغنيمة... لكنها أصبحت هوسه. هو لا يحب... هو يمتلك. هي لا تثق... لكنها ترتجف كلما اقترب. في عالم يسوده الدم واللعنات، هل ستنجو من أنيابه... أم ستنصهر في همساته؟ رواية "همسات القرمز : بين أنيابه"... حيث الجنون يلتقي بالعشق. تصنيف الرواية : رومانسية مظلمة ـــ مصاصين دماء ـــ زواج قسري الجمهور المستهدف :+16 الرواية حازت على ترتيب : 1-خوارق 1-وحشية 1-مصاص 1-ايفا 1-رومانسية مظلمة 1-مصاصي دماء 1-هوس 1-ظلام 1-fantasy تنويه !!!⚠️ هذه الرواية خيالية تماماً ، لا تمثل الواقع ولا تروج للعنف و الأذى العلاقات المقدمة فيها معقدة و لا يقصد بها الترويج لأي علاقة غير شرعية أو أذى جسدي أو نفسي الرجاء القراءة بنضج و مسؤولية و شكراً 🫂 و تنويه آخر: انا عدلت النسخة القديمة من الرواية حيث كان فيها عنف زائد ، عدلته و أصبح العنف قليل جداً و الأشخاص اللي قروا الرواية سابقا بتمنى يعرفوا اني عدلت عليها 🫠 .... الرواية تعود لي بالكامل و لا اسمح لأحد باقتباس القصة او العبارات ، و من يفعل سيتعرض للمساءلة القانونية....

"كانت ترى هذا الحب الذي تكنه له كتلك التفاحة التي أخرجت آدم من الجنة.. خطيئة ولكن تستحق!" وكعبارتي المعتادة وسؤالي ذاته في كل رواياتي: هل سيكون الحب كافياً لنسامح؟! أو للنسى؟! شكري وتقديري وامتناني لأقرب صديقات لقلبي: حنين - مها - هدى اللاتي خضن معي تجربة تعب الرواية أول بأول وساعدني كثيراً ❤❤

راقصة باليه هاوية للرسم ، و رجل مافيا ..أليس هذا متناقض !! بالفعل إنهما كذلك .. "انتِ ترسمين بفِرشاتك ،وانا أرسم بسلاحي ، انتِ ترقصين على أطراف أصابعك وانا أرقص على الجثث .." توقف عن الكلام هامساً في إذنها بخفوت متعمد . ليمسك علبة الالوان الموضوعة على الطاولة ليردف قائلاً ببحته الرجولية "هذه العلبة مملتئة بمختلف الالوان كحياتك ، اما علبتي ستجدين فيها فقط اللون الاحمر .. لون دمائهم " . . . . . . . . . . . . . " للاشخاص الي جالسين يعيدوا الرواية للمرة الثانية لا تحرقوا رجاءً ، أمراً وليس طلباً ، الي يحرق راح اعطيه بلوك "

لكل شخص جانب مظلم ،عتمة تغطي جانباً من شخصيته مهما كان نقياً، لكن ماذا لو كان هو الظلام بذاته !! خُلق منه ،ينتمي اليه ،يعيش في داخله ،كُلاهما وجهين لعملة واحدة عالم آخر لا ينتمي الى البشر حيث تسود القوى ،يتغلب القوي على الضعيف ،مقسم الى عدة أقسام وهو "النار،الرياح ،الماء ...الظلام " ولكل حاكم من هذه الاقسام لديه موعودة تنتمي اليه مهما إتسعت المسافة بينها سيكون مصيرهم الالتقاء .. ( فضلاً وليس امراً الاشخاص الي بيقرؤا الرواية للمرة الثانية ، ممنوع حرق الأحداث رجاءً )

هاجس الهوس اجتاح قلبه في محبتها... يتوق إلى وجودها... يأمل في لمس كل جزء من روحها... ولكن، تظل هي في عالم بعيد كل البعد عنه... تمكنت من إرهاق قلبه بأعظم المعاني... لقد تسللت إلى قلبه المفتون ورفض عقله فكرة إبعادها عنه... تلك الفتاة الرقيقة سيطرت على إرادته كسوار يلتف حول معصم... أمام الآخرين، يظهر بمظهر القوة، لكنه يذوب ضعفاً أمام سحر عينيها... مفتون بها... مهووس بحبها حتى النخاع... تبغض حياتها بسبب مشاعره نحوها... تشعر بالخوف منه وتنتابها الرعشة بمجرد سماع اسمه... تمقت تسلطه وأوامره الدائمة... أرهقني عِشقُها || I was tired of her love 2019 #وداد جلول #Wedad Jalloul

Completed ✔ Highest Ranks 1st in Revenge 1st in Forced 1st in Luciana 1st in Liliana 1st in Cruel 1st in Possessive 2nd in Ryan 1st in Regret "P-please leave me. I don't even know who your brother is. " Luciana He snickered at her helpless form under him completely at his mercy. "You don't have to know him baby. I will make sure you will only remember me. Your hell like husband." Damon With his words he started his beasty acts not caring about how badly he tortured her. How badly he's damaging her soul. A pure broken doll who was already shattered inside and out. Her only hope was someone to come and save her from the nightmare in which she was living. But like people say nothing happens according to your wish. He came. Not to end her suffering but to increase it. A beast. Heartless psycho. Mafia boss. And Her worst nightmare. Will she be able to make him believe her innocence or will he end up in a pit of her love. A love. His crazy love for her which wants nothing but to make her. Damon's Possession. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ IT ON YOUR OWN RISK. THERE WILL BE ALOT OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS SO DON'T MIND THEM. Copyright ©2020 Dark_Fics

What if the Moon Goddess made a mistake? "At that very moment, Alpha Night felt something he had never felt before. A dark, animalistic instinct washed over him causing his eyes to flash red and a growl to sound from the depths of his chest. He felt his claws extending and his canines lengthening as if he were about to shift. Mine." Alpha Alaricus Night was, by any definition, king of the earth. The most powerful and deadly werewolf to have ever lived, Alaricus has been Alpha King since year 1066. And in all 949 of those years he has never loved a single soul. Warning: DARK STORY. If you're uncomfortable with darker themes, this may not be the story for you. [Highest ranked: #6 in Werewolf]

DARK ROMANCE "Don't please," she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. "Please let me go, I want to go home." She cried. He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. "You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side." He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock. "No!" she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn't budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her whimper. "Refuse me again tara, go on, I fucking dare you." He hissed, his eyes blazing with rage, the grey had darkened. But she wasn't one to give up so easily. "Let me go . . ," she tried to shout but was immediately silenced by his lips crashing against hers into a fiery harsh kiss. Meet Anissa Ghalib, a young doctor, possessing a strong, kind and confident character. She's a known beauty and has a very high moral sense and regard. For her, family is everything and she would do anything to protect her family. Shehryaar Ghulari, the cold and ruthless leader of the country's most dangerous Mafia; He's a powerful man who gets anything he wants. He's cold, brutal and absolutely inhuman, a borderline psychopath. For him, morals and ethics hold no meaning, Family is nothing. He rules with tyranny and loves every bit of it. What will happen when the country's most powerful and dangerous man becomes indebted to a certain doctor? It starts with a twisted malice, hatred, murder,politics, darkness, sacrifice and love. RANKINGS; #158 (25-09) #110 (27-09) #86 (2-10) #74 (4-10) #58 (6-10) #49 (12-10) #31 (26-10) #22 (28-10) awesome cover credits @Cyan_senator

She became a wicked monster's obsession. He was whispered to be the most cruel of them all. Cursed to roam the world without a soulmate, his insanity overtook and he was imprisoned deep into the earth to protect humankind from his savagery. After countless decades, the beast was finally awoken from his slumber. A drop of her blood was all it took for him to tear from his chains. His little human mate. He had never believed he would be graced with such a precious gift by the gods. But now that he laid eyes on her, nothing was going to stop him from claiming what was his. Not even her. #17 Vampire on 11/12/2017 #6 Vampire on 02/02/2018 #Featured Wattpad Story Historical Supernatural Romance

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA