"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 🔗

They are all monsters and she is an innocent angel trapped in their world. Being a human in a world dominated by supernaturals is hard but it is nothing compared to being a mate for four dominating supernaturals. It get even worse if those four mates hates women to their very core.

She left with a suitcase, a scar, and a heart she couldn't tell was hers. But Hollow Grave remembers its girls. Especially the ones who get away. Eden Wise returns home to bury her father-and walks straight back into the arms of twin brothers who never stopped watching her. Silas is the calm before the storm. Kane is the thunder that follows. They speak of second chances. But what they want isn't love. It's ownership. Memory. Control. And the town itself is ready to make her pay for leaving

Aah-s-stop, let go!" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. His eyes flicked down to my bare skin, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "n-no stop" I cried "you shouldn't have disobeyed sweetheart" He pulled down my underwear as I screamed. Humiliation washed over me as i cried my eyes out. My vision blurred by my tears "N-no p-please s-stop this" He bend down next to my ear "Look at you, trembling like a good girl" "s-stop this p-please". I begged only to hear his chuckle. He stood behind me, the belt gripped tight in his hand, his breath steady-controlled. "Count," he ordered coldly. "Every. Single. One." I waited for the pain to come as i lay there helpless.Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. And they watched me break. All four of them. __________________ Issabelle was only seven when the world she knew was ripped away from her. Her parents, the only ones who ever loved her were taken from her in a single, devastating moment. After the sudden death of her parents - she was hidden away in the Castillian mansion where she met them. The men that changed her life forever. Their dark, tangled emotions blur the line between protection and control, while Isabelle remains in the dark about the bloody truth that chains her to them. As hidden enemies close in and old loyalties fracture, Isabelle must face a world that wants to claim her... or destroy her. Will she break free or will she become something darker, something twisted, craving the very twisted desires she hate ?

Avalon Malfoy. You were the first person to ever make me feel something. I was afraid, confused on how a little girl could make me feel emotions when i've never felt emotions before. And for that, I tried pushing you away. I was so angry at you for making me feel something that I treated you horribly for it. But I couldn't seem to get my mind off of you. Even after two years, you still remain heavy on my mind. highest rankings: #1/ 8.3k in tomriddle #1/3.7k in riddle #1/39.8k in evil #1/786 in tomriddlelovestory #1/74.1k in dracomalfoy #4/ 93.1k in hogwarts #4/31.1k in slytherin #5/ in fanfiction #52/156k in harrypotter #19/80k in book

Eva Hartmann gave Nathan Ashford everything in college her time, her devotion, her heart. But when tragedy struck, he chose ambition over her, shattering her trust. Six years later, Eva is a successful architect with no intention of looking back. Until Nathan returns, ruthless, relentless, and obsessed with winning her back. He'll block every escape, sabotage every chance, and even force her into marriage to keep her. What begins as a war of wills becomes a dangerous game of love and obsession, where the line between possession and redemption blurs. All That Remains book by SS Sahoo

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

Briar Emeralds was not a witch. Although that is what she seemed to most, she was a faerie. But living in a world where the fae were now extinct, Briar knew she must not share her secret. However when she is thrown into a magic school with wizards and witches in the 1940's, she meets a young, cunning and handsome Tom Riddle, who may just want to use her to his own advantage. Rankings: #1 in Dark Arts - 31/10/2021 #1 in The Fae - 9/01/2022 #1 in Lord Voldemort - 4/02/2022 #1 in Tom Marvolo Riddle - 22/02/22 #1 in Tom Riddle - 24/02/22 #1 in Pure-blood - 11/03/2022 #1 in Faeries - 18/03/2022