Que pasa cuando lo pierdes todo? Es duro, el silencio es más fuerte que los gritos. Pero recuerda que siempre habrá alguien que te de la mano, no estás sol@. Busca ayuda o dásela a quien la necesite. Aveces un simple "aquí estoy" puede salvar una vida.

Zeke Foster, a gambler from Hellspring, enters a casino that seems ordinary but hides dark secrets. The games are not just about money-they are about power, manipulation, and life or death. Alongside Lara, who is raising money to save her brother, Zeke uncovers the true face of JACKPOT: a place where every decision can change everything. In the end, sacrifice, courage, and friendship determine who truly wins.

She had two men and eight months. To the first one, she sold her soul; to the other one, her heart. Time is ticking , and now she is buying back her life - one lie, one night and one glass of wine at the time. Two plus Eight is a haunting journey of survival, temptation, and self-sabotage. What is the cost of blurred lines between love, control, and money? Between the world of power and the promise of love, Charlotte has to choose which version of herself will survive: the one that obeys, or the one that feels. Psychological drama about addiction, life decisions, and arranged relationships. P.S. 18+ age restrictions, talking about explicit topics. This book does NOT romanticise, in any shape or form , sex work, escorting and sugar baby-ing. It does NOT promote nor teach about how to act in such situations.

She was forged in steel and crowned in blood. Dahlia Ravanyr, monarch of shadows, built her empire on silence and the bones of betrayal. Her reign is defined by a single, sacred law: Never kneel. But a lifetime of ruthless control is shattered the night she encounters Vael Mouren. He is a mortal man. Undefined. Detached. He knows nothing of her immortal world, yet his eyes hold the primal, cold arrogance of a true predator. He doesn't fear her ancient power; he only demands her surrender. Their union is a scar on the heart of their kingdoms. She is the Vampire Queen of endless night; he is the man who tastes like ripe strawberries and commands her submission. As the political landscape fractures-threatened by ancient enemies and the volatile Bottomless Darkness Vael harbors-Dahlia must choose. Will his terrifying, buried power save her crumbling throne, or will his absolute possession be the weapon that finally brings her to magnificent ruin? He touched what no blade could reach-her hunger, her silence, her ruin. (A Dark Romantasy exploring themes of power exchange, dominance, and the magnificent, fatal cost of love.)

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

My blood bride, my love, is my everything. When her blood soured, I refused to accept the end of us. I would find a way. I held out for as long as I could against the Hunger's need. Now, she won't give me a choice after what happened. Until we find out the surprise. And she needs me. Threats are all around but I'll do anything to keep her safe while I win her back.

Y/N lives by herself, her mother long since passed and her father out of her life, days always passing her by, nothing to do but waste her time, that is until she makes a mistake. "You're mine, not his. Not anyones. You don't even own yourself" "You can't keep me as if im just some god damn toy" --- How will you're story turn out. Will you fall into a demons jaws, melt the cold heart he has, or will you conquer him maybe even run away and never look back with your protector (Please give this story a chance, the story at first is abit notso well written but the more recent chapters im putting my all in, also sorry for spelling im dyslexic XD)

A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. This is a story about the Grim Reaper and a twenty-year-old girl named Vivienne, and how they met on a random Tuesday night at the graveyard. Vivienne has had bad luck stuck to her feet since the day she was born. She lives with her grandma and believes she no longer has a bright future. But when she meets the Grim Reaper, who becomes dangerously fascinated with her, her entire world spins 360 degrees, and nothing will ever be the same again. Secrets, lies, and an important choice she has to make. But will she be able to choose the right path when the devil is breathing down at her neck? ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞."