+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. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

I met a man. He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable. I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together. He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel. Then he sees a crack in my life- and wedges himself in like rot in old wood. One deal. And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence. He doesn't want my heart. He wants control. He won't stop until I'm broken open, and what's left belongs only to him.

She was meant to be a peace offering. Instead, she became their obsession. When Eve Cavalari is forced into an arranged marriage with Vladimir Morozov, the notorious Pakhan to a rival mafia dynasty, she expects her life to be signed away in silence. But Vladimir doesn't't believe in tradition-or mercy. To him, loyalty is forged in fire, and his closest men, his ruthless consigliere and his violent enforcer, are bound to him in every way that matters. As the days pass by, Eve learns her role is far more dangerous than the daughter of a don, far more consuming than the bride of a king. She has been bound not to one man, but three. Each claims a piece of her: Vladimir, cold and commanding, who rules with unshakable control. Dante, the sharp-minded strategist, whose quiet intensity hides a lethal edge. Grayson, brutal and untamed, a storm of violence and desire. Together, they pull Eve into a world of fractured loyalties and forbidden hunger, where passion is entwined with peril and betrayal carries a death sentence. She was meant to unite two empires. Instead, she may be the spark that sets them all on fire.

!!! DARK ROMANCE !!! Three men out for revenge. Three men trying to break her. Three men are playing games. With her. One girl will beg her "god." One girl who's totally at their mercy. One girl has to survive three strangers. Hey, just a heads-up: this might be a bit triggering. ‼️Trigger warning:‼️ Abuse - physical and mental Use of sex toys Violence - physical and mental Mind games, manipulation, and brainwashing Kidnapping Godless statements Murder Torture Male x male Sex with multiple participants Are you up for the challenge? 🔥🍋🍋🍋🍋🔥☠️❤️🔥🍋🍋🍋🔥☠️❤️🔥 @SugaDreamOne in the roles: Vince and Reese @KaeseKuchen_MiiNaa in the roles: Elisabeth and Mateo

Still mourning from the untimely death of her mother, and a week before leaving the Nassau county with her best-friend, and with that, everything else she had ever known, Sol find herself wrongfully charged and incarcerated for the murder of a member of her family. Already depressed at the idea of her once-promising future now marred by the bleak confine of a prison cell, she now also has to the deal with the fact that she has just caught the eyes of a man, whose power and reputation for brutality alone precede him. ....... "Little flower" , He said, his fingers gently tilting my head up to look at him. "Yes", I breathlessly exhaled "If you ever speak to me like that again, I will rip your fucking throat out.", He continued with a terrifying smile. ...... - And because his ancestors were never picky about their business endeavours, partly due to their direct ties to royalty, and due to their connections to upper-class members of the justice system in Europe and eventually in North America and Asia, the man's family had been direct benefactors of both world wars due to their involvement in the weapon industry, and as suppliers of the adrenaline-pumping drug both the Germans and the French/Americans were injecting in their soldiers before sending them to battle. It's safe to say the man's power knew no bound or restrain. Power that carried through with every single one of the man's actions. Indeed, The man never yelled and never raised his voice, he never had to. The man was curt in his speech. His deep, raspy, baritone voice almost always resonated through with the same monotonous tone. Unless it was to handle his bi-daily entertainments, which were often eccentric in genre and deriving from eclectic sources. It was only then, you'd see the man's eyes twinkle with amusement, frequently at the expense of others. - ______ WARNING [Contains mature, potentially triggering content]

Pained Spin-Off (Can be read as a stand-alone) STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES SUCH AS: SMUT ABUSE (PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, EMOTIONAL, VERBAL) VIOLENCE AND GORE SEXUAL ASSAULT/R*PE Malik and Aiden's story. Malik, a 19 year old boy from England, who had never seen the bad in anyone. All his life, he'd been sheltered by his wealthy parents. He'd gone to private school, he didn't have many friends, and he didn't go out. Going into his first year of college, Malik wants to start living a little, so he started his first job at a popular pub in the heart of Manchester, England called The Marble's Arch. Little did he know, wanting to be free from his parents' hovering and coddling would push him into the arms of someone sinister, bringing him so much agony.

Yeah their toxic...but what couple isn't ;) _________________________________________ "Go on", he said slapping her thigh, he could feel her letting go and it was turning him on to unnatural heights seeing her get this dirty for him. "Grind against my hand", he gritted into her ear, and she did just that, grinding her hips in deep circular rotations as he worked her nub. She could feel that famous pleasure boil within her, letting her know she was close. ________________________________________ Everyone has a soulmate, someone they're destined to find. Until that moment comes, we often spend our lives imagining who they might be. But Jason and Krissy don't have to wonder much longer, as one ordinary evening in detention, a substitute teacher drops a bombshell: they're each other's soulmates. Neither of them is thrilled. They come from opposite ends of the school's social hierarchy, and they've spent more time rolling their eyes at each other than dreaming of true love. But Destiny doesn't make mistakes. Now, Jason and Krissy must decide whether to fight fate - or fall into it. Can they unlearn everything they thought they knew and let themselves desire the only person Destiny has said they were born to love? WARNING: I'm rewriting the story. Chapters with ✨'s are rewritten and contain new themes and storylines. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 18+

When Miss Sunshine comes knocking at Archie Stone's door, it isn't just light she lets in. It's exposure. It's the slow peeling back of shadows he thought were buried too deep to reach. Her smile is bright, almost innocent-but it carries something sharp beneath it. Warmth that lingers too long. Curiosity that presses where it shouldn't. A drug that he can't seem to let go

"Don't open the door, Ruhi," Bianca warned me. "You'll let the monsters in." I should have listened. God, I should have listened. But my humanity was louder than my fear. And when the knocking came, I answered. I didn't just open the door to a stranger. I opened it to my own destruction. He didn't steal my heart. He stole my soul and the last piece of my sanity. And he wasn't the only one waiting in the dark. Pain blurred into silence. Tears blurred into surrender. In the end, it wasn't about love. It wasn't even about survival. It was about who could take more from me and how much of myself I was willing to lose before I stopped fighting. "You look beautiful when you bleed." He ran the blade down my hip. "Aarohi, my Ruhi. Isn't that what your name means? My beautiful soul. I will turn your soul so dark, you will forget what light feels like." He pressed it further, but gI didn't hiss. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of pain. "How long will you hold on, Ruh? The prouder you are, the harder the fall will be." He grazed his teeth down to my hip bone, where the wound just opened, and he bit down hard so my hips bled more. That was what Acheron Delatore was. A soul sucking demon from the depths of hell and I was his lifeline.

Demigods are prayed to with wine and flowers to gain their favor. They are the beings who separate the divine from humanity: more accessible, more merciful than the gods themselves. They can grant wishes and fulfill dreams, provided they obtain the consent of their divine parent. They are the most perfect aspect of humanity, and the most imperfect aspect of the gods. It is precisely for this reason that they should not exist. When Bailey Montgomery is forced to return to a world she had sworn to renounce, she finds herself caught in a maelstrom of superior beings who have only one desire: to devour her. It is said that when an angel and a demon meet, fire appears. But Bailey is not an angel. And the demon doesn't look like a demon. So how can one escape something one cannot even distinguish?