𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

!¡ Angst | Slow-burn | Mature ¡! Sangwon, an ordinary barista with a hidden world behind turntables, finds solace in music as a DJ at a dimly lit club. But the weight of his father's debts, a cycle of reckless bets and broken promises had slowly drowns him. That particular night, lost in liquor and weariness from stresses, he stumbles into the arms of a stranger, only to woke up the next morning in a bed that isn't his own. That stranger is not just a random person but a rising rapper──Lee Leo, whose name sparks in the industry. Nevertheless, fate as mischievous and relentless as it always appears, binds them again when Sangwon learns Leo is in need of a DJ for his upcoming stage. Will they bury the night as a fleeting mistake, or let the rhythm between them turn into something far more unforgettable? Written fully by dblboO

Dante, Fabian, and Silas are three brothers who will do anything to protect one another. No matter the cost. Lilliana is a fresh out of highschool college student who doesn't like to back down from a challenge. One night, the three brothers meet and become instantly addicted to Lilliana. So they kidnap her, taking her back to a house hidden in the woods. And as they show Lilliana her deepest, rawest and most carnal desires, she realizes that falling for these men might be easier than she'd once thought. Will she stay or will she attempt an escape plan?

"Don't you get it, bunny? You're fucking mine. I don't care if I have to break you for you to understand that. I don't care if I have to kill every single man who has ever looked at you to prove that. I will gladly fill up hell if it means forcing you to be mine. There's no escape from me, Rhea." "You're threatening me?" "No, see, that's what you don't get. I do not hurt you because I can or by force. I hurt you because I know you want it. You've shown me you want it, repeatedly, in fact." "But what about-" "In other situations, every time I watch another man touch you, I'm thinking about all the ways he could hurt you that you wouldn't enjoy." "But you've done all of the same things they would" "You were mine the second I saw you. No question." "And what if I didn't want to be yours?" "Doesn't matter." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rhea Albrecht's is a professional artist whose father just passed away a week ago. She's been incurably heartbroken about it since, and it doesn't help that she seems to have a stalker in her midst. It starts with the most random things... A note taped to her front door. A bloody rose left on her bed. But soon, the notes and gifts turn from suspicious to terrifying, and Rhea will have to find out who's been stalking her and what they want. Is it someone she knows? Or just a stranger's sick fixation?

"You belong to us." Arden's thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips while Silas' hands explore my flushed skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "I belong to you!" I cry out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Valencia has always lived on the edge, fleeing from one place to another. When she finally escapes her toxic ex, she finds refuge in a luxurious penthouse shared with two dangerously sexy men. Life feels blissful, until dark secrets emerge. Can Valencia trust the men who ignite a fire within her, or will she succumb to the weight of betrayal? warning: •polyamory •mature scenes (18+) •whirlwind romance

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~