In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

He stepped inside, closing the door slowly, his gaze fixed on her as she crawled backward, her back finally hitting the wall. "P-please... let me go," she stammered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." He chuckled quietly, adjusting his blood-streaked glasses with a calm precision. he sank to his knees beside her, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring every second. With his bloodied hand, he reached for her face, his fingers grazing her cheek. She flinched, feeling the warmth of the blood he smeared across her skin. "There's no need to panic, Iris," he whispered softly, his voice a chilling lull that only made her shake harder. "just relax." His fingers lingered as he wiped a tear from her cheek, leaving a smear of red. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes from his, trapped under the weight of his calm, twisted gaze. Iris, a 20-year-old art student, is known for her beauty, cheerful nature, and boundless creativity. Independent and kind-hearted, she easily makes friends and brings warmth to any room. With a knack for seeing beauty in the everyday, she's both a dreamer and an optimist. Living alone for the first time, she's embracing her new independence with resilience and a touch of naivety, eager to grow as an artist and a person. Alaric, a 25-year-old senior art student, is the quiet enigma of the college. With his striking looks-handsome yet softened by his glasses-he's the subject of countless admirers, though he keeps mostly to himself. Known for his unmatched talent in painting and drawing, Alaric's art speaks louder than he ever does, and his reserved, polite manner only adds to his charm. Beneath his calm exterior, however, lies a hidden identity and a mind as complex as his name suggests-one that no one truly understands. Triggers:Toxic , violence , murder, manipulation Author note:This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only.

In the shadows of Cincinnati's rotting underbelly, four men built an empire on fear, loyalty, and blood. Knox - the ruthless leader who burns the world to protect what's his. Ryder - the reckless hothead who laughs while breaking bones. Jaxon - the charming psycho who'll smile while carving you open. Zane - the silent shadow who plans your end three steps ahead. They're not brothers by blood. They're family by choice. Forged in hell. Bound by violence. Then there's Violet. Quiet. Shy. Always hiding behind a book. A good girl who survived a childhood of fists, pills, and worse-until she painted her trailer red with her parents' blood and buried the truth under shallow graves. When a rival crew's secrets lead straight to her door, the four monsters are sent to drag answers out of her. One way or another. What starts as interrogation turns into obsession. They break her body. They shatter her mind. They chain her down and stitch her back together just to ruin her again. But Violet isn't just a loose end. She's the one thing they never saw coming- the fragile little thing who might ruin them right back. Dark. Possessive. Filthy. No safe words. No mercy. And definitely no happy ending guaranteed. If you like your romance bloody, your men unhinged, and your heroines broken until they bloom in the dark... this one's for you. Reader discretion very fucking advised. 🖤

"I don't want a mate, need a mate or have a mate. Nothing you say is going to change that." Alpha Aidan of the Fervidus territories has been longing for a challenge for longer than he can remember. When subversive Lorelei shatters his heart and devastates the traditions he holds dear, a singular word resonates in the testy Alpha's mind. Mate. But his witty little rogue isn't the accepting kind. Or the settling kind. Or the kind, open and sweet kind. Definitely not the sociable kind. Will he keep up, or will she sweep him under the carpet with yesterday's woes? Only time, patience and an iron will may tell. "I'm a patient man."

FOR THE DETAILED DESCRIPTION, READ PROLOGUE. As the description was too lengthy. i couldn't write it here. :) _______________________________ "Sera, I am not the one to repeat my words. So you better say yes in front of the whole kingdom when I ask you to mark me," Damien said, glaring at me. "Never," I spat. "I will never mark you, you fucking hybrid," I said with all the anger inside me. "Then you leave me no choice," he said as his eye color shifted from hazel to a deep crimson red. His vampire side had taken over. He took a step closer, and my heart started pounding in my chest. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. This time, it was his vampire side. Last time, it was his wolf. Each time I resisted him, he hurt me, made me regret it. And now I knew he was going to compel me, force the answer he wanted out of me. I quickly shut my eyes tightly so he couldn't use his power against me. There was no point in running, I was already injured, already weak. A cold, dark laugh filled the room, sending a shiver down my spine. "My, my, look how afraid you are, my Sera," he mocked. I could feel him getting closer, his presence suffocating. Suddenly, he yanked my hair back, hard. I screamed in pain, but I refused to open my eyes. "Be my good girl and open your eyes, Seraphina," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Never," I growled in defiance. I couldn't believe the Moon Goddess had mated me to this monster. I despised him. Every inch of my soul hated him. "Give me all the pain you want, but I will never obey you," I spat, my voice filled with hatred. He chuckled darkly. "Then, as you wish," he murmured. I barely had time to process his words before sharp pain pierced my neck. His fangs sank into my flesh with full force, tearing through my skin. I let out a blood-curdling scream as agony burned through me. My eyes snapped open involuntarily, locking onto his, and in that moment, I realized I had made a terrible mistake.

"I'm going to erase and replace that man-every man-from your mind," Alexander's grip on me tightens. A snarl escaping his lips to remind me exactly what he is. "By the time we're through, I'll be so deeply embedded in you, you'll ask yourself whether you truly had real pleasure before me." I can't even help my gasp, "Oh my God." "This is where Hell freezes over, Sierra." There's a light click. "There is no God here." *** Cold. That's the only way to describe the Sierra Pack. A Pack known for its ruthlessness and brutality. But when you live so high in the snowcapped mountains, only the strongest survive. The only thing icier than their glaciers is their blood lusting Alpha-Alexander. Hot. Sierra came into her powers at an older age than any other Witch or Warlock. Her ability to manipulate fire has always been seen as destructive and chaotic. But Sierra has always found the beauty in the most feared. With secrets, customs, and traditions in the Sierra, can fire and ice learn to dance with one another? Or will the mountains prove to be too cold for even the hottest of flames? *** Works as stand alone The Wolves of Imperium Book #4 (Sequel to Rebelling the Alpha King) 18+ themes of violence and sex. You'll get a warning ;) #1 in Alpha 9/13/2023

Being kidnapped is one thing. Being taken to a Kingdom full of immortal vampires, that's another thing. To everyone, Raven is nobody. If anything, she's an average 20 year old living in the Big Apple. Overlooked by everyone, even her own family, Raven is used to being a ghost. That was until Alec came to New York City. Sent by his family, the 143 year old vampire has a week to find her... His soulmate. He has one week to bring her home. One week to take her back to the Kingdom that one day he will rule. But who said bringing a beautiful mortal girl back to a Kingdom was easy? ♱ Sequel : Her Wicked Secret

In the relentless world of idols and dreams, three lives interwine in a whirlwind of ambition, heartbreak, and desires. Kim Sora, a struggling trainee with a fractured past, finds herself entangled with BTS's Jungkook, whose intensity borders on obsession, and the warm, Kim Taehyung, whose kindness feels like a lifeline. Will Sora carve her own path, or will she lose herself in the shadows of the idols she admires? Dive into a story of passion, pain, and the price of chasing impossible dreams. | SMUT | STALKING | OBESSIVENESS | DOMINANCE | JEALOUSY | LIES |

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.