I watched as he walks closer to me making take a step back, his green eyes has darken and filled with rage I continue to step back but was soon stopped by the wall I started to tremble in fear. " Wanna say that again love?" He says towering over me, I couldn't speak I opened my mouth but nothing came out he was going to hurt me " Love.. I don't like to repeat myself I'm not a very patient man but if you don't give me an answer there is going to be blood on this floor and it's not going to be mine" he says calmly I couldn't hold back tears no more "You can't just come and own me like some piece of property!" I sobbed looking everywhere else but him I spoke up again " I'm not yours and never will be-" I was cut of by a hand gripping around my neck lifting me off the ground my hands immediately started trying to pull off his hand around my neck, but he didn't budge. " who said you had a choice" he says looking deep into my eyes, I slowly felt my throat closing up I tried harder to get his hand away but he was too strong I started to get less and less air "I'm going to say this once so listen close" my lungs start to burn as he leans in my ear " you're mine and mine only " He says before dropping me onto the ground I fell on my knees breathing greedily for air..... Alani Jones has a terrible past that is wanted to keep in the dark but that doesn't last when she finds out that her best friend's brother, has his eye on her, weather she likes it or not she is his and no one can tell him different.

Aysel Moren, the feared name today was once dearest to her brothers until that dreadful night of her 16th birthday when every ounce of love was snatched away from her. One moment, the Kingsley family was celebrating her only daughter's birthday, the other moment, Aysel and her five brothers were standing at their own parents' funeral. And the worst part? Aysel was blamed for it. Her face was caught in the CCTV camera. The family was already shattered and the last form of togetherness was also stripped away when they threw 16 years old Aysel outside their house. She pleaded and pleaded to the point that her voice cracked, her throat got soared. The brothers turned deaf ears to her pleas. That day, she not only lost her parents but her brothers too who have promised to be with her in every situation. She left. She knew her brothers won't even look at her, listening was still too far. Having struggled for years, she finally gained the power and rebirth from ashes under Moren's Mafia. The rival of Kingsley once upon a time. She vowed to never look back, until one day, she got the news of a bomb being planted in Kingsley's mansion. It took her every cell to convince herself that she doesn't care but a sister still exists inside her who has never fully stopped loving the men, she once called brothers. She saved them from the fire, treated their injuries inside her own house. And gives them exactly one month to regain everything they lost from the enemy who burned down their whole mansion, who also managed to freeze their bank accounts. They'll stay inside her house for a month watching her little sister all grown up, holding scars and secrets like a second skin. Will they be able to see her real broken state beyond the facade she carries everyday? Will the truth of that night ever emerge out? Read to find out "Thirty Days Under Her Roof". This is completely my story, my imagination. Copyright © 2026 by Alisha

Her life was quiet and normal as everyone living herself as an employee, until he saw her. The untouchable, feared, and unstoppable man who built an empire from shadows. When his eyes fell on her, everything else ceased to exist. She became his obsession, his desire, the only light he craved in a world of darkness. From the moment he decided she was his, no force on earth could protect her. He doesn't ask... he claims. And once claimed, there is no escape. "She was never lost... she was taken. And he won't let go" Power, obsession, and desire collide in a world where love is as dangerous as it is irresistible. Contains • Mature scene • Killing scene • Cursing • Smut 🔞⚠️

...Alex just glares at me without responding. I slam the rest of my clothes into the bag. "I'm leaving." I declare out loud like it wasn't obvious. His hard ice blue eyes tears away from my face slowly and looks down at my bag then slowly back up to my face causing my heart to leap. After a few more silent seconds, he unfolds himself from leaning against the closet's door frame and quietly walk over to the bedroom door. Meeting and holding my startled gaze, he reaches over and slowly turns the lock on the door. "No you aren't."

"Matteo, can I ask you a question?" Lilly asked, looking up at him. "That was a question." he joked. She giggled, "I mean a different question, just something that I'm curious about." He nodded, "What is your question then?" "Why do you call me 'flower'? Does it mean something?" she asked. Matteo smiled, "Flowers are my favorite plants. They're beautiful and bright, the prettiest things I've ever seen that brings me comfort. When I look at them, I feel all my problems disappearing, that's the reason I like to take such good care of my garden. And you, Lilly, are just as precious to me as those flowers." ~***~ Lilly Knight wasn't know for anything special, she was a normal waitress at a small cafe close by her house. Though she was childish at times, please found her to be kind hearted and adorable. But one thing that was bothering her, she never had anyone there for her except for her best friend. But one accidentally phone call would soon change all of that for her... Matteo Morelli was the Don of the Italian Mafia, cold-hearted but sometimes nice only when he felt like it. He was feared by most, though he was lonely and money was never enough to make him happy. The last thing he would've expected was to call the wrong person and get somehow still want her as his own just by hearing her sweet voice. ~***~

One Woman. Four incredibly obsessed men. What could possibly go wrong?

"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙?" he asked me sweetly, and I could not remain silent with his lips near my ear. "On yours..." I answered under a whisper, still looking at the floor. With the gentle brush of his fingertips underneath my chin, he tilted my head back to look up at him. His emerald eyes never failed to faze my breath. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he demanded. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Liara West wasn't one to open up. All she's ever heard is "never trust anyone and you'll never get hurt." But one lazy morning going to restock at Walmart, she bumps into the most mysteriously beautiful man she's ever seen. Ramerio Loveday. He, too, was not one to trust, but found something rather odd about Liara that drew him hesitantly nearer. It was as if they were both being handed a sword without the handle. And of course, they were bound to get cut. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ {bwwm} ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➣ Started: 7/31/21 - (ongoing)

"No jay.. you can't.." His expression darkens at her words. He drops his hand from her cheek and takes a step back, the knife still clutched in his hand. "He took something from me that I can never get back, angel. Something precious." His voice is filled with a quiet, seething rage. He steps closer again, his eyes flashing with an intense obsession. "He took you away from me. He made sure our families were enemies. I can't forgive that." "I didn't want to marry Liam my dad.." Her voice breaks. His expression softens for a moment, his thumb unconsciously brushing over her lips. "Shh, I know. You never wanted Liam. You wanted me. Your dad forced this engagement on you just to keep us apart." His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he leans down, his voice barely a whisper. "And now, you're engaged to Liam. The thought of you with him... it makes me fucking insane." His eyes burn with a possessive intensity. "I can't let that happen, angel." "I'm sorry..." She whispers, her voice low and quiet afraid. scared. His expression cracks, revealing a deep vulnerability beneath the madness and obsession. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." His thumb strokes her pulse point as he closes his eyes briefly. "I'm the one who should be sorry... for what I'm about to do." Tropes: Emo x Softie. Obsessed psycho Mafia x Innocent Collage student. Enemies to lovers. Obsessive Love/Possessive Hero. Captor/Captive. Damaged Heroine/ SurvivorHeroine. Forced Proximity. Morally Gary Hero. Beauty and the beast. Touch her and die. Dark protector x Quiet beauty. ⚠️ This story contains mature and dark themes including obsession, emotional manipulation, murder, psychological trauma, kidnapping, toxic relationships, blurred consent, violence, and morally gray characters. This is a work of fiction. It does not romanticize abuse, but explores flawed characters in dark, extreme situations. Please read responsibly, and protect your peace. 💔

He is 27, crippled, bed ridden and helpless. He is depressed and feels like a waste of space, has had multiple strokes within a year that has disabled him completely and he is the man I love, my husband on a wheelchair. For only a little while. On this I strongly believe.. There is nothing I pray for more than his recovery. -------- "Babe..I am sorry" Ryan said as a tear escaped his eyes while he was laying on the bed. "Shh...sweetheart, what are you sorry for?" He shook his head and motioned his head towards himself, eyes filled with frustration and hatred. "This, aren't you tiered of this? I'm not the same old Ryan whom you fell in love with, I can't do anything for you and our daughter. I am pathetic and your stuck with..."I kissed him before he finished whatever he wanted to say. I didn't want to hear the rest. " You are still the Ryan I fell in love with, your the husband I will always cherish, and no, I am not tiered of any of this. I am happy with you no matter how you are. I want to be there for you always and forever. There is something beyond love, and I feel that for you."

Prologue "How come he looks so calm while I look as red as a tomato?" I asked myself. His face was a few inches from mine, and I could feel his breath on my face. "What are you doing?" I asked as I felt him put his hands on my waist and pull me closer. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, before pressing his lips on mine. The kiss was passionate and full of desire. I couldn't resist, and I kissed him back. I was beginning to enjoy myself, then he pulled away. "You're such a tease.' I said, making a pout. "I'd love the opportunity to kiss you any chance I get, but I want to tease you until you can't stand it anymore. I want you begging for more." he said. He's my boss, and he's making me want more. Charlotte Smith is a beautiful 24-year-old lady working for one of the most renowned companies in the city. What happens if Damian Johnson, the 30-year-old co-owner of BC Company Ltd., wants Charlotte as his and does so by teasing her every day? Would Charlotte become his after this?