When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.

''He killed for her once. Now he'd do it again---if she just asked.'' 🍭 She looks normal and average enough. Sarcastic smile. Quiet eyes. The kind of girl who blends in. But inside her chest is a pulse that beats for chaos. A hybristophiliac. A sexual sadist. She hides it well... Until he shows her what she's been waiting for. He's the golden boy of the University. Cocky. Loud. The jock with the easy smile, the charm, the muscles, and just enough arrogance to make her roll her eyes every time they cross paths. But one night, a fight turns violent. One mistake. One dead man. She doesn't scream. She helps him bury it. Now, he can't let her go. The guilt twists into devotion, the fear into obsession. He follows her like a shadow, hungry for her approval, desperate to please. And she learns how easily he breaks, how far he'll go when she whispers what she wants. And as bodies start to pile up in their campus town, they all think they're hunting a monster. They just haven't realized it's a pair. 🍬 [Warning: includes explicit mature themes and gore. Viewer's discretion is adviced]

Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

Vance does not love. He does not ache. He does not long. He does not feel the way mortals ruin themselves over feeling. He is ancient. He is controlled. He is a vampire who has carved the weakness of love out of himself centuries ago. And then there's Moneé. Soft where he is sharp. Devoted where he is distant. She loves him with a kind of reckless, breathless intensity that should terrify her - but doesn't. Vance pushes her away. Again. And again. And again. But something else refuses to. The shadows that follow him do not obey. They curl around Moneé's wrists when she tries to leave. They whisper truths Vance will not speak. They pull her back into the dark every time he tries to set her free. Because while Vance cannot love... His shadows can. And they are tired of letting her go.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

VICTORIA'S POV He looked at me with hatred and disgust in his eyes. It was so intense; I was forced to look away. But then I turned back to look at him as well. I was the one who was supposed to have that look. They kidnapped me! Not the other way around. I should hate them. No matter how good looking they were. They took me against my will. I will not be bullied. He didn't speak, and neither did I. XERIS' POV She gaped at me like an idiot. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. She realised what she was doing and stared at me. My mask slipped a little and she noticed. I stared at her, daring her to speak, her eyes turned away. That's right. But then they turned back and held mine. She was challenging me. What will become of them? Highest rank #1 - science fiction (21/05/2018) SOME LEGAL STUFF: Copyright © 2018 by PrEsHiShy All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

🚨 WARNING graphic gore and death content!!!! Pierce Blackwell is very good at his job. He has to be. Or else he's dead. When a new contract lands in his hands he accepts it without question. Like he always does. What he doesn't expect is to be brought back to her. Simone Beaumont has spent her whole life taking what she wants and destroying what she can't have. Marriages, men, opportunities. None of it has ever been enough. Nothing has ever been right. She has been waiting for something. For someone. When the past comes back to collect what was never properly settled, both of them will discover that the most dangerous games are the ones we set in motion ourselves.

When Serenity lands a job at a well known company, she doesn't know that her presence would be the reason why she's targeted. The CEO, Quentin Frost, is a cold borderline psycho, and unyielding man who rules the company. When he sees Serenity for the first time, he can't help but stalk her. Her innocence alone stirs a possessive obsession in Quentin, one that he can't control. She doesn't realize it yet, but she had awakened a deadly beast within him. A beast that won't let go, that will stop at nothing to claim what it desires. ___________ HEAVY EDITING IN PROGRESS...THIS BOOK WAS LOWKEY CRINGE ASF. I GOT SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT RE-READING IT. SO UNTIL THEN ITS BEING FIXED. 🤦🏾‍♀️

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.

I swallowed hard. "Justin, leave." "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, his lips grazing dangerously close to mine. "You say that like you actually want me to leave." My body stiffened. I kept my eyes anywhere but his. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You used to write about me. Think about me. Six years, Autumn, and I promise you-you still do. You still feel it." He lingered a kiss on my neck as he held my waist. Something inside me snapped. I shoved him with all my strength. He stumbled back, landing on the edge of my bed. "You're insane!" I yelled. "You broke up with me. After everything you said-how could you even think I'd want anything to do with you?" "Because..." He trailed off deliberately, rising to his knees on the mattress, his eyes dark and certain. "...when I do this-" He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against my exposed thigh where my robe had shifted. A shiver raced up my spine before I could stop it. "-you can't even push me away." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love was never the problem. It was how deeply it cut. Years after walking away from a relationship that left scars she still carries, Autumn finds herself face-to-face with Justin again-the same man who once loved her fiercely and destroyed her just as deeply. As old feelings resurface and lines blur, Autumn must decide whether some people can truly change... or if loving them will always come at a cost.