Falling for Rashid Hamidi was dangerous. He was older, powerful, and a ruthless heir to an empire built on secrets and blood. Soumya was innocent, shy, and a people pleaser. She knew her feelings for the heir of Hamidi Enterprises were hopelessly one-sided. Yet, desire doesn't obey reason. What began as an innocent crush soon spiraled into something more. She thought she knew him-but she barely scratched the surface. What happens when he reciprocates her feelings? She might not have any choice but to run. Can she escape the man who has already claimed her heart? This story will pull you into a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and heartbreak. What happens when the one you once longed for becomes the one you fear the most? 💔 When power, danger, and desire collide-will she survive his world, or will he destroy hers? 💔 ✨ Perfect for fans of dark romance, possessive billionaires, dangerous mafia and high-stakes forbidden love! ✨

This is a dark romance story and it's my first so be a little patient with me . The cover image is not mine . It's from pin interest. The original rights are reserved to the owner of the picture .It's pure fictional and doesn't mean to offend anyone. # 1 in emotional roller coaster # 1 marriage of convenience # 1 antihero # 8 darklove # 22 dark romance # 56 fear # 259 forced relationship # 7 dark

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Valora Anton is a trained, lethal assassin, and she's running for her life. No one-no one-had ever come close to catching her. But when the net finally closes, she's transferred to an island prison house in the Atlantic, a place known for its brutality. She's certain this is where her journey ends-until she realizes she's wrong. Phoenix Knight is the iron-fisted warden of Atlanta Prisonhouse, feared by every woman under his control. Ruthless, unforgiving, and unbending, he rules with an absolute hand, tormenting misbehaved prisoners without a second thought. His pleasure comes from their suffering, from breaking them, bending them to his will. But when Valora enters his domain, everything shifts. There's something about her-something sharp, dangerous, poisonous-that draws him in. On one hand, he's repulsed by her icy demeanor, her unyielding nature. On the other, he's irresistibly allured by her presence, by the fire that simmers beneath her calm exterior. For the first time in years, Phoenix is out of control. And he hates it. Valora is no ordinary prisoner, and Phoenix is no typical captor. Their dynamic is a volatile cocktail of aggression, manipulation, and raw tension. Each encounter between them ignites a new spark, a dangerous push-pull of venomous desire that neither of them can resist. They are two forces of destruction, locked in a dance that threatens to undo everything they've ever believed in. The real question is: How far will they go to destroy each other? And in the end, who will be left standing, and at what cost? [Second Book of the V-Series] A Standalone Novel Complete.

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

ʟʏᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓼. 𝓢𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. ||FAST PACED BOOK||

He leaned down very slowly and my eyes fell to his lips before snapping back up. He gently pressed his lips against mine, moving slowly at first before he began to deepen the kiss between us. You have no earthly idea how long I have wanted to kiss you." He whispered. "In this room, I'm your dominant and you will do as I say when I say without hesitation. I want you to only call me Master or Sir starting now. Do you understand?" His voice was rough as he spoke and the deepness of his voice combined with the command pulled at my willingness to obey him. I nodded my understanding without speaking. I felt a sharp slap come down on my ass. It didn't hurt but it shocked me. "When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir, I understand." Aaron James had trained and worked to become a head dominant as his father had and would soon have to take over the family business as well of running the finances for most of the town. McKenzi needed to help her family because money wasn't coming in the way they needed. Years after Aaron started training they finally meet again and this time he has the power to actually do something about it. She is everything he has been craving and seeing her standing in front of him is all he needs to remember what he wants to do with her. She's never been intimate with anyone and his world is one she didn't find herself comfortable even thinking about, but it's him, and her family needs help.

BULLETS AND BROKEN HEARTS #1 Richard Black had his eyes and heart only for his girlfriend Amara Wesley. They were what people called made for each other. Everyone knew they were to get married, have kids, enjoy their old age with each other. Richard had everything a man could wish in a relationship but he haven't told Amara he is the second son of the Mafia King Henry Black. Afterall he wasn't the heir, he was just the second son who lived two cities away from his father and his men. He just wanted to have a future with his Amara. But Fate had other ideas, an unexpected incident changes everything the Blacks have ever imagined. Richard have to leave his previous life behind along with his sunshine, Amara leaving the latter heartbroken and shattered. Now, four years later, destiny again strikes its magic bringing both Richard and Amara in front of each other, him being the cold, stone-hearted Mafia King and her being the same girls but with a broken heart. Join in the rollercoaster ride of happiness, love, tears, some snakes in human skin , fear and more importantly what we call destiny. ..................................................................................................................................... Please give a chance to my story and your love to my writing. Constructive criticism is appreciated. This is the first book of the series Bullets and Broken Hearts. Yours, Ira 🦋

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance