𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

"Our love was a case we both lost." When a brilliant lawyer and her ruthless prosecutor husband turn their marriage into the most brutal case they've ever fought, love becomes the one verdict neither of them can win-or walk away from. *** Naomi Carter is a fiercely intelligent lawyer with a near-perfect winning streak of 97% cases won. The only times she ever loses is to her husband. She's sharp, controlled, and commanding in the courtroom, but behind closed doors, she hides a woman who's never truly learned how to love. Nathaniel Carter is a ruthless prosecutor, relentless in his pursuit of justice, and impossible to read. Driven by a fierce need for control, he struggles to keep his own life from unraveling. He's the one man who knows his wife's weaknesses and exploits them with a quiet intensity, stirring both her frustration and desire. Their marriage is a constant battleground, scarred by a shared tragedy neither can overcome. Join these two broken souls as they fight to protect themselves while craving the one thing they fear most: each other. *** #1 in bwwm #1 in eroticromance #1 in blackwoman #1 in enemies #1 in grief #1 in childloss #1 in pregnancy #1 in brokenmarriage #1 in loverstoenemies #1 in darkromance #2 in mentalhealth #2 in enemiestolovers #1 in romance #1 in secondchanceromance

★★★ BOOK 2 IS OUT NOW!!★★★ She ran from a forced marriage and hid among killers. Disguised as a boy, Omega Selene Valeska sneaks into the Ironfang Alpha Academy, the last place anyone would look for her. But when one reckless show of strength lands her in the elite dorm, she finds herself rooming with the most dangerous Alpha-in-training. Cold. Merciless. Impossibly tempting. And the worst part? He's her mate. As brutal trials close in and her wolf fights the bond she can't claim, Selene must protect her secret-and her heart. Because if he discovers what she is, she won't just lose her freedom. She'll lose him.

"I will obey you. Serve you. Heal for you. Die for you-if that's what you want. I'll be loyal only to you until the day you decide I'm no longer useful." The firelight danced across his physique as his face stayed still. "I could make you do all those things as we speak." His voice was laced with threat. "You could," Silvia said clutching her hands to fists, "but not ever without a fight." ------------------------- When Silvia's village is burned, the survivors are dragged to the war camp of Lord Varric-a ruthless warlord whose name is spoken like a curse. She appears broken and obedient, but her eyes are sharp, her mind unyielding. His men are forbidden to touch the enslaved women of her village-not out of mercy, but because they are coin to be sold. Desperate to protect her people, Silvia breaks free one night, only to be struck down before Varric's eyes. She survives through the power of her healing-and learns quickly that his men's crimes don't seem to sway him. With nothing left to offer in return for her villages protection, Silvia pledges herself-her body, her gift, her loyalty-to the man who destroyed everything she loved. An oath of loyalty, fear and unshakable resolve. Lord Varric accepts, not out of compassion, but calculation, keeping her close as a weapon, a healer, and a mind to sharp to waste. Yet even under his cold command, Silvia refuses to break. And behind her quiet defiance, Varric finds himself torn-driven to crush it, yet unable to look away from it. A dark fantasy romance of war, loyalty, and the perilous line between ruin and desire. #1 lord ~ 29.07.25 #1 forbiddenlove ~ 23.08.25 #7 hatelove ~ 03.09.25 #1 powers ~ 04.09.25 #1 enslavement ~ 28.09.25 #1 enemiestolovers ~09.10.25 #2 medieval ~ 03.11.25 #1 enemies ~ 20.11.25 #1 middleages ~ 17.04.2026

He was never supposed to touch her. She was never supposed to want him. But some temptations don't fade... they poison you slowly. *** Ivy Johnson's life was simple, until it wasn't. One trip. One encounter. One man who should have never crossed her path. Her ex-roommate's brother. Elyas Ashford was everything Ivy had promised herself she'd stay far away from: rich, powerful, unapproachable. The kind of man who makes your pulse misfire in all the wrong ways. From the very first moment they met, she knew she needed to stay away. Far, far away. But her plan didn't stand a chance. Because suddenly, Elyas was everywhere. In the weekend trips with her friends that were supposed to help her forget how messed up her life already was. In her meetings. In her head, long after she told herself she was done thinking about him. And Ivy, despite every wall she builds, can't tell if she wants to escape him... or be consumed by him. Maybe she should've known from the start... Some people aren't lessons. They are consequences. And Elyas Ashford? He's the kind you don't walk away from unburned.

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect. Like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat zip to my toes as my nails scrape down his back. I don't think about what comes next -- him pulling his shirt on and leaving. I don't feel heartbroken when I imagine myself alone in here. It's casual, our intimacy. And it's too late to renegotiate. ***** When Fox hooks up with his new roommate at a masked club, he has no idea their fling is just the beginning. The woman he's living with is the same girl who shared candy with him under a playground slide. 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 STANDALONE NOVEL *ANGSTY EMOTIONAL SLOW BURN *MEN YEARNING Copyright © 2024-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

"House of Desires" In a world without rules, Devraj, his wife Naini, adopted son Arush, and old flame Sandhya create a home where love, lust, and breastfeeding bind them in raw intimacy. Naked truths, shared bodies, and open hearts define their days. When Dev's cousin Pooja falls for Arush, she joins their no-shame sanctuary-only to unknowingly bring danger. Rayan, obsessed with Naini, uses her to snatch Naini away to his glass mansion, where obsession turns into a twisted, possessive love. As Naini faces Rayan's dark hunger, back home, a shy visitor named Raksh stirs new desire with Pooja. This is a tale of broken rules, shared cravings, and a house where love tastes like milk-and no one leaves untouched.

Socially awkward software engineer Allie isn't looking for romance when she moves to New York City to escape her insufferable ex and start over. But then she meets Dacian, her dominant, bad-boy neighbor, who makes her feel things she's never experienced before. She's helplessly drawn to him despite his dark side... or perhaps because of it. Dacian isn't looking for complication in his life. His traumatic past has left him resolved to avoid dating, but when Allie stumbles into his life and makes him feel things again, he quickly finds himself devolving into obsession with her despite his best efforts to keep her at bay. The chemistry between them is undeniable, but can Dacian overcome his past to secure a future worth living? Or will his demons destroy his one chance at happiness? ********* "You are the most arrogant, self-centered, callous asshole - " She abruptly cut off as Dacian approached until he stood directly in front of her, and then leaned both hands on the wall to either side of her head. The brick was cold against her back but she could feel Dacian's body heat radiating toward her. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered. "Waiting for you to keep telling me how much you dislike me," he murmured, staring at her mouth like it was a glass of water and he was parched. ********* Ranked #3 in Dominance on 01/28/2023 [[word count: 70,000 - 80,000 words]]