❝In every man, there is a beast. Lexis doesn't have a beast...he is the beast.❞ In the year 2145, the world changed and a system designed by the supernatural took over. Since many began to fear their fated partners, the tradition of mates was tarnished and left many Alphas lonesome in their reign. As a result, 20 human females were now called annually to be assigned to their faithful Alpha companion. Jordyn Tame, a girl with other dreams and ambitions, did not intend a future where she was not only chosen to be one of the 20, but she was assigned to the most intimidating Alpha of them all. Alpha Lexis, the man with a past so controversial, it caused a revolution. ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ ♚ © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) Highest ranking: #15 in werewolf Formerly featured on Wattpad's @Werewolf ⚠ Contains mature themes and content Beautiful cover by: @Sinadana #ProjectWomanUp #BadassReads #TalkThePOC

❛ 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 ❜ ▪⬞▪ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦" ▪⬞▪ To him, she's merely a pawn and possession he acquired through marriage to ascend the brutal hierarchy of the mafioso. And to her, he embodies the fear she holds for her dear life. First, snatched away like a toy second, chained by a coerced marriage and the end? She does not know. Her life bears no worth beyond being a puppet wife to this ruthless beast. ➺ An innocent girl who knows the world only through her books ~ ➺ A sadist man who is obsessed only with his power and dominion ~ ▪⬞▪ ⚠️ Dark Romance with Toxicity and Triggering Contents. [Standalone book]

"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily." He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes. "A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first." She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes. "You planned this." He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends." She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle. "Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you." Her eyes snapped open. "I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan." Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin. "You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face." Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself. But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her? Will she be frightened? Will she run? Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

❝You think I don't remember the last time I touched you?❞ His eyes pinned me where I stood. ❝You think time made me forget? Marry me, Chiara... and I'll remind you of every damn second.❞ New York was supposed to be Chiara Mancini's fresh start. A city loud enough to drown out her past, glamorous enough to match her designer heels, and ruthless enough to keep her quick on her feet. For a while, it worked-until the cracks began to show. Business turned cutthroat, friends became strangers, and the name she carried became more of a curse than a privilege. When the threats from her late father's mafia empire begin to close in, Chiara is forced into a world she thought she'd escaped. And waiting at the center is Ronan Paladino-razor-smart, ruinously handsome, and the one man who vanished without a trace, leaving her with nothing but the memory of a promise. Now he's the only shield between her and the vultures circling her family... on the condition she marry him. In the city that taught her survival, and the country that once taught her love, Chiara will have to decide if some wounds are meant to be healed or sealed in silence with the past they both tried to bury. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content

"No secret has ever left Eternia." He said, his hot breath burning against my skin. I wanted to run away but there was something that rendered me unable to move. "... And you're my little secret too, Ilsa." •••••••••• Who is Vincent Rivera? Nothing was the same for Ilsa DeVonne after she accepted the mystic stranger's offer. It took just one small word- yes, to turn her life upside down. Vincent Rivera, a mysterious but powerful man gave nothing more than chills to anyone he laid his eyes on. But for Ilsa, he had something more, something more destructive- a simple offer to impersonate his wife. Little did she know the secretive Mr Rivera had planned to take her to a forlorn place, a place with no return. Vincent was a man filled with secrets and sins and he beguiled Ilsa to an extent that she couldn't breathe without solving the wicked mystery. She knew it wouldn't end well for her. But he grew as her strongest addiction. This new world she was dragged into was nowhere close to that of her ususal one. For Vincent, power was a necessity, cruelty was a pleasure and inflicting fear was a craving. Ilsa soon realized the intensity of this ordeal. But it was too late until then. There was no escape. How dark can it get? That was the question she asked herself every day. As dark as it can. That was the answer she knew but was too afraid to admit. WARNING : The story contains dark themes and strong language. Viewer discretion is advised.

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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?

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✰─── ✻✻─-─✰ Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounded soul, turning your desire for escape into a haunting reality of confinement. ❆ In his darkened soul, her presence is an unwelcome light, yet now a haunting solace. Obsession ignites within him, a consuming flame so fierce he'd set the world ablaze, all for the chance to possess her completely, nothing matters to him not even her consent. ✴✼✴ "I hate you." she whispered Her defiance, though faint, cut through the heavy air, a final stand against the man who had just bound her life to his with twisted vows. Ekaksh heard it, but his expression remained unmoved, his obsession too deep, too dark, to be shaken by her hatred. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her lifeless form as he walked toward the car. To the world, she was now his wife To her, he was nothing less than her captor. _____________ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? _________________________________________

She was just a normal girl-fragile, timid, and painfully ordinary. A quiet life, a rich home, a mind full of small dreams, and a heart that feared everything outside her comfort zone. She cried easily, complained often, and clung to safety like a child grips a blanket. The only thing she ever truly loved was the peaceful world of nature around her. Until one night, her world was shattered. Dragged from her bed at midnight by a man with dead eyes and blood on his hands, she wakes to find herself captive to a stranger who refuses to tell her why. He's cold. Brutal. Unforgiving. He was the opposite. A man made of sharp edges and darker intentions. Hot-tempered, cold-hearted, and dangerously loyal to only one person, his brother. A brother who once lost an eye because of him. A debt he carries like a curse. When that brother saw her at a wedding and whispered that he wanted her, he didn't question it. He didn't hesitate. Just darkness, a rough grip, and the beginning of a nightmare she couldn't understand. She begged him to explain. He stayed cold. She believed he must have kidnapped her out of love, that maybe he was just too proud to admit it. Maybe he was pretending to be heartless because he didn't know how to feel. So she fell for him. Hopelessly. Foolishly. Entirely. She followed him, confessed to him, clung to the tiniest moments of softness she thought she saw in him. While he protected her from danger, she believed it meant something. While he stared at her with anger, she mistook it for hidden affection. But he never told her the truth. She was never his. She was a promise. A gift. A girl stolen to be handed over to someone else. And by the time she realizes the truth, her heart already belongs to the wrong man.