"𝑨 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆" In the kingdom of evils, he was a god feared as a monster. Xavier Stone, a gangster. A name that made even devils bow. He built his empire from blood, sin, and the screams of men who thought they could defy him. A man with no mercy, only hunger for power. And yet, one woman brought that evil god to his knees. Iris Ashford... kind, yet strong when it mattered. She was everything he wasn't. When fate moved, it struck hard. Her marriage proposal landed on his table like a loaded gun. And that moment was the beginning of his possession. When Xavier Stone desired something, the world burned in ash before he let it go. Iris could face anything, but marrying a criminal was never her choice. She despised men like him a gangster, the kind who caused pain to others without a flicker of guilt. She would've done anything to stop it, to escape the fate that chained her to his name. But destiny turned merciless, and in one twisted move, she found herself bound to the very man she swore she'd never belong to. Then began his dark devotion... • • • _________________________________________ ✓"After completion this book will be removed from here."

A ruthless billionaire locks his childhood crush in his penthouse, convinced only he can protect her from the world-even if she hates him.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ When an Indian spy gets caught by one of the most dangerous men of all... Rehman Dakait. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ Rehman Dakait or Baloch was one of the most dangerous men in Lyari. Everyone feared him. Then there was his father. ❝ Babu Dakait. ❞ Rehman never loved his father. All he ever wanted was to rule Lyari by defeating him. But when Babu Dakait discovered his plan, he decided to take away the one thing Rehman loved the most. ❝ His wife. ❞ Ulfat Dakait was the only one who kept him sane. Together, they had two sons: Naieem Baloch and Faisal Baloch. They were happy. Until Ulfat was killed by Babu Dakait's men. Everything changed after that. Rehman became colder. More possessive. More dangerous. He hunted betrayal like a bloodhound and showed no mercy. When he found out that an Indian spy had entered Lyari, her fate should have been simple. ❝ Kill her. ❞ But when his men finally found her... He should've killed her. Instead, he decided to claim her as his. ✦ 𝐇𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 ✦

Lila was just a prison cook - until the most dangerous inmate in the facility decided she belonged to him. Dante doesn't speak much. He doesn't need to. With a single look, he commands fear and absolute obedience. When his dark obsession lands on the quiet, beautiful cook, her life ends and a new one begins - one where she is claimed, marked, and bred against her will. Dragged deeper into his terrifying world of power and control, Lila fights him at every turn. But Dante is patient, ruthless, and completely unhinged in his love. He will burn letters, break bones, and shatter every piece of her old life until the only thing left is him. In his cage, she is both prisoner and queen.

I didn't catch her to kill her. I caught her to keep her. They told me the siren was a monster. A bloodthirsty nightmare that took everything from me twenty-three years ago. So, I did what any sane man would do. I hunted her. I harpooned her. I dragged her out of the salt water and into my world. Now, she's in my house. She lives in a drained swimming pool, dry, cold, and entirely mine. To the scientists, she's a specimen. To the world, she's a myth. But to me? She's my wife. I put a ring on her finger and a hook in her life, and I'm never letting go. I don't want a "happily ever after." I don't want a healthy love. I want to watch her from the dark until she forgets what the ocean feels like. I want to be the only thing she sees when she opens her eyes. I want to break her wild spirit until the only thing left is her devotion to the man who stole her freedom. She thinks she's the predator. She hasn't realized yet that I've been a monster much longer than she has. She's not a guest. She's not a pet. She's MY SOUL. And I've always been very protective of what belongs to me. This books contains trigger warnings *This book is available for free for a limited time on kindle unlimited.*

You kneel. Naked. Vulnerable. Bruised in places that only he sees. But he wants you that way unwrapped, stripped bare, exposed. Jungkook doesn't speak right away. He circles you like a predator, gloved fingers brushing the top of your head, teasing the line of your jaw. You feel the weight of his presence behind you, the thick scent of leather and desire, as suffocating as it is addictive. ~He moves to stand in front of you, hands placed confidently on his hips, staring down at your vulnerable form with burning intensity."Look at you... so beautiful all bruised up." His smooth, dangerous voice wraps around you like smoke. "Do you know why I keep you like this?"

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

Roseline Wants to Break Up. A relationship with a man admired by the entire empire was anything but smooth, and his illustrious reputation steadily erased Roseline's presence. Her decision was made-all that remained was to say goodbye. "Marriage? Marriage?" "Yes, marriage." "You're marrying me?" "Naturally." "...Why?" Just as she was looking for a chance to leave, she received a marriage proposal one day. "You love the imperial gardens, so it would be nice to hold the ceremony there once spring comes. But even those few months feel too long for me." "..." "I can't wait any longer, Roseline." It wasn't just a simple proposal. It was a declaration-they would wed before winter's end. She was so stunned her mouth wouldn't close. Good grief. A marriage even the bride knew nothing about. Her hesitation was brief. Roseline realized the time had finally come to act on her long-made decision. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I cannot become the Grand Duchess." "You keep forgetting something important. Was it ever your place to decide the end?" "...What?" "I have no intention of letting you go. Whether you stay or leave-when and how I release you is my decision to make." "..." "If you understand, nod." She understood the icy anger laced in his words. If she let this pass quietly, he would continue playing the role of a devoted lover or partner. "Then let it be Your Highness who ends our relationship." Instead of choosing the peace of shadows, Roseline stepped into the harsh sunlight. It would be difficult, but she believed parting now was the better choice for both. Little did she know how far her life would plummet.

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗