Many centuries ago, in the kingdom of Chuvaria lived a young poor maiden named 'Rose Van Sparrow'. Rose and her family were the dwellers of a small village in the kingdom and struggled to survive through the obstacles of life. A hopeless romantic, beautiful girl with brown eyes, Rose had never dreamt of any luxury other than the well-being of her beloved family. Her only wish was to live a life of peace. But fate has something else destined for her. One event, one meeting, and one sight with a mighty black knight changed the whole life of Rose Van Sparrow. A life of fate, imminent truth, and affectionate love awaited her arrival. While Rose believed she was an insignificant citizen of the kingdom, her true identity was hidden deep beneath the dense soil of fabricated phenomena. And to unravel the greatest twists, you must read the story of 'The Knight's Rose'. A novel filled with grief, fate, and love! A romantic tale of a Knight and his Rose. ⇹ Summary by @KhadeejahEmad ⇹ ⇹ Cover by @IamSumayya ⇹

~This book is currently finished but is ongoing for editing and changes~ I continue to look at him and his dark, blue eyes were burning through me, maintaining contact with mine as they didn't dare move away. He sure knows how to hold contact. My body was burning, every inch of it, I could feel it. It was getting way too warm in here. This man was making me feel things I didn't even know that was capable. I needed him. I certainly wanted him. I watched his gaze move down onto my lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I didn't even notice how close he was to me until he stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I'm also baring in mind that my brother and his friends are literally right next door and here we are, being this extremely close to each other. That's what makes this even more nerve racking. One hand was holding my hip and his other hand was secured on my thigh, preventing me from falling down from the counter, his nose beginning to lightly touch the tip of mine as he lowered his forehead closer to me. The low part of my belly was aching him. I wanted him to do something. To fulfil my needs. I don't know where the hell the courage came from as the next two words fell out of me. "Kiss me." *** Aurora Rianne. A girl with painful memories from a troubled past that she does not like to be reminded of. But she can't help it as the nightmares continue to remind her of them when she falls asleep. She tries so hard to run away but they always reach her. Lyle Anderson. A man, also with a troubled past that's led him to have insomnia, but he does not like to talk about it. Nobody knows. He's never opened up to anyone. Until she came into his life. He finds himself feeling comfort in her presence and opens up, something he never thought he was capable of. When Aurora and Lyle meet, they don't know that the solution to their problems was each other. *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes

Sofia novikov , a 16 year old who is in her High school, was anchoring at the annual function of her school, she is the preetiest girl of her school, she has the purest and kindest personality,she's happy, not knowing that her whole life is going to change in just few hours.. Ivan visiliev, a 23 year old russian mafia leader, who is ruthless and dominating and always gets what he wants and now he is the chief guest of that annual function, and what happens when he saw Sofia and got deeply obsessed with her and wants her desperately, read this story to know what happens next;.... it's my first book hope y'all love it !❤️

Book two of Evading the Wolves How will Rachel handle have two dominant mates? Updated weekly Wednesday Smut 🔥 labeled Not edited! Theon says, "Little mate, he gave you an order; you better do it now before I take them off myself." He says he is sitting down in the chair in the corner of the room. I fight with myself, sighing as I slide my pants off. Throwing them off to the side. "Do you really both have to be here at the same time?" I ask, embarrassed. "Yes." They both say it at the same time. "Panties too." Theon says. He looked at me as if daring me to deny his request. I opened my mouth to argue, but when I saw the look on his face, I took them off and threw them and my pants. Westley sits down, placing his hands on my waist. He rubbed his hands down my sides. Sparks are flying in contact. My legs are trembling as I glance at the paddle that now lies on the bed. He opens up his legs, guiding me in between his legs. "Are you going to be my good girl and lean over my leg?" He asks me softly, brushing my long hair with his fingers. I humiliatingly leaned over his leg just after his other leg pinged my legs down with ease. He softly plays with my hair and leans down to my ear. "Now are you going to be a good girl and not reach back, or do you think I need to hold your arms back? he asks me. I can't see either of their faces, and that's what makes it more humiliating. When I don't respond, Theon says across the room. "If I see you try to get up or reach back, you will just have it worse." He says this to me smugly. I bring my hands hesitantly behind my back. He firmly holds my hands down as I hear his belt being undone and the belt sliding through the loops. I feel the leather belt around my wrist as he wraps it around my wrist. He lets go. My hands are not able to move.

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge "N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "But your body is telling me something different," he replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand was under her pants and continued to gently caress her inner thigh "I-I don't..." she stuttered again, unable to finish her sentence "I've seen your search history. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to try those things?" Meghna's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across her face. She had never wanted to admit just how attractive she found him-the way his body enticed her, how every inch of him drew her in. She couldn't help but think about his long, thick fingers, the very ones she secretly craved to feel inside her. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ The story revolves around two souls who are bound together by an engagement, The young girl feels nothing for the man who is her fiancé. Adding complexity to their relationship, he is not just any man but her brother's best friend. Unlike her, his emotions run deep;he is deeply in love with her and has been obsessed with her for years. His passion is intense and unwavering; he would sacrifice his life or kill anyone for her, even something extreme, to make sure she remains his. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ • The male lead in this story is intensely possessive, obsessive and manipulative so proceed with caution if those themes make you uncomfortable but I can assure you that he is not a cheater • This book has a subtle connection to my second novel, "Venomous Love." While it stands on its own, it shares certain themes and characters that will be familiar to readers

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with prope

⚠️ Dark themes alert: captivity, wild desires, broken pasts, and two love stories that will wreck your soul in the best way. "I'm finished." That's all she could whisper... barefoot, bruised, and locked in a dungeon with a snake slithering toward her. Until he barged in. Dawrfing the premises. Gun holster hanging his thigh. Dirt-stained white shirt. Wild eyes. Something about his raw presence screamed: Survive. She's innocent, shattered by fate. An earthquake survivor. Fled from the pawn of flesh traders. He's rough, haunted by his past. Serkhayl never meant to be anyone's hero. But what happens -when innocence meets raw wildness, ________________ Far away from that jungle of silence, another storm is rising... Kunan Shah - the spoiled, reckless son of a billionaire with a devil-may-care smirk and a garage full of sins - wasn't supposed to fall for Raniya, a girl sold like an object, her fire buried beneath forced smiles and silk skirts. He bought her freedom. But can he give her a life? She doesn't believe in fairy tales. He doesn't believe in love. Yet neither can walk away. 🔥 Two brothers. 💔 Two broken girls. 🌪️ One bloodline wrapped in secrets, lust, and redemption. This isn't just romance. It's survival. It's obsession. It's love - when the world gives you every reason to run. Read now - and brace yourself. This story will haunt you, heal you, and hold you hostage.

❝You're an innocent, pretty flower.. And i'm an uncontrollable outrageous wild-fire..❞ He stated with his husky tone, making me even more intrigued. [Ch. 4] ❝Let everyone hear how i make you feel darlin'..❞ His breath fanned against the soft skin on my neck. [Ch.7] ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 21 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙫. 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨.. **𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟭𝟴 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝.** #1 in Adult-content out of 8.8k stories. [11-08-22] #2 in Sexscenes out of 20.5k stories. [11-08-22] #2 in Dominance out of 4.7k stories. [01-09-22] #2 in Daddy out of 35.7k stories. [02-12-22]