He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, his body still joined with hers. "I love you until it is a sickness. Until it is a religion. Until there is nothing left of me but the part that worships you." In the iron grip of a ruthless modern empire, Emperor Roman Vale rules with absolute power. A dictator cloaked in presidential elegance, he bends nations to his will and crushes dissent without mercy. When his gaze falls on Amara Ellis - a kind, caramel-skinned beauty with soft curves and quiet intelligence - his obsession ignites into something far darker than desire. She works under the colonial ministry, minding her own business, keeping her head down. Calm, clear-headed, and never one to seek the spotlight, Amara never asked for the attention of the most dangerous man alive. She never wanted to be noticed by a man who owns everything he touches. But Roman doesn't simply want her. He needs her. He will possess her completely. In his world of shadows, corruption, and brutal control, love isn't gentle - it's a twisted religion built on dominance, dark devotion, dangerous surrender, and an all-consuming power imbalance. This is not a fairytale. This is obsession wrapped in silk and steel. Welcome to the Twisted Obsession series. Where love is a sickness... and the cure is even darker. 𝘼/𝙉 : 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Jordan, the well-known painter, had always desired to have children. What happens when she encounters a set of twins that completely change her life? Giovanni Milani, the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when Jordan and Giovanni find out that they're connected in the most unexpected ways. As they say, there's a reason for everything that happens.

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Book Cover By @sudansaint Drawn to the veiled danger of an ex-con at her father's tattoo parlor, a bored woman finds thrilling escape in his arms-and an unknown stalker, only for his silent admiration to curdle into a terrifying possessiveness that, instead of terror, ignites a fierce arousal and intrigue within her. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Liam Russell, a man defined by his quiet intensity and deeply possessive nature, emerges from prison seeking a fresh start. He finds it at "Desirable Ink," a tattoo parlor owned by the formidable yet strangely welcoming Jamal Hart. Under Jamal's wing, Liam quickly finds his footing as an artist, but his observant gaze soon fixates on Harmony Hart - Jamal's vibrant, captivating daughter. What begins as a captivated admiration for Harmony quickly curdles into a chilling obsession. Liam watches her, learns her patterns, and soon, stalks her every move, consumed by a fierce, undeniable need to possess her. Unbeknownst to him, Harmony, desperate for a taste of dark desires, is drawn to Liam's silent intensity, seeing a darkness reflected in his watchful eyes. But she isn't fully prepared for what she wishes for.

ARES I was named after the God Of War.Trained at a young age to be nothing but ruthless.To be the best assassin the Makris Mafia Family has ever seen. It was supposed to be a simple mission assigned from my Uncle.Protect my twin brother Apollo Makris from danger while he's at college.He abandoned our family and I was supposed to protect him. The funny thing is about War, Love is always involved in some way. Her name was Naya Andrews,my brother's best friend. I hated her. Her attitude.Her mouth.How fucking beautiful she always looks. She was my kryptonite ..she was my weakness. Little did I know she would be my darkest deception. ------------------------------ NAYA PROTECT the abandoned son of the Makris Mafia family. A simple job really. At least that was until his brother comes into the picture. He embodied everything that Apollo wasn't. Everything I always craved. I shouldn't get attached, we aren't supposed to be friendly. But I can't hide the way my heart and body feel when I'm around him.

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

Recovering from the embarrassment of a failed engagement, Amara Lewis welcomes the opportunity to restore a painting for elusive art financier Andrei Volkov. She anticipates yet another of the cravat-wearing, aging businessmen that dominate the London elite. How wrong could she possibly be? When Andrei shows up to her gallery to retrieve his piece, she is shocked to find that he is young - and devastatingly handsome. But Andrei is also a controlling dominant who knows no boundaries. He works to infiltrate every component of Amara's life, while shielding his shadowy past and his many secrets at every turn. The danger that seems to surround him tells her to run, so she does, but Andrei Volkov is a man who gets what he wants and nothing will stop him from having her.