The eyes that looked at her was heavy and dark with passion. He slowly walked towards her, each step measured. Anya stood still, waiting for the predator to reach her. "Burn with me in this insanity." His whisper, a silken temptation. "Thirst with me for this passion." "Let me serve you.... Let me ruin you...." He stopped before her, their lips inches apart. He closed the distance as another pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. His lips touching hers, he spoke against them, "You are my addiction and salvation. And we, will never let you go." 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 A darkly forbidden Auction in the veils of night catering to the morbid appetites of the wealthy in a world of legalized slave hybrids. Results in A melody of storm uniting the fates of a powerful Heiress with 7 mysteriously seductive & deadly hybrids The dark spiralling descent into the fever of passion & longing entwining their hungers while being targeted by an unknown enemy. What will be the result of the lethal games to Anya & the hybrids caught in a velvety prison of their own cravings for each other.... But slowly, the realization trickled in. . . . All was not normal as it should be, the love they forged, was a test of devotion that was still withstanding the time since before time began. . . Warnings : Abuse, R@pe, Dark Themes, Blood, Possesive behaviour, Mature subjects. Romance, fluff and Comedy is in abundance too 😉 #1 btsromance

[Completed] Do you live, because you love? Or do you love, because you live? When a vow that connects insane obssession with a warm, unconditional love, the answer to the question blurs the line of acceptable in life. Then comes the question, if you truly do love, how far does that love reach to protect the other's soul? Or does is bask in denial? Living the love other become envious to get? If so, then can it be called love?