He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Emily has grown up in foster care her entire life. No family. No friends. No one who's ever stayed long enough to matter. Just Emily. Alone. Unwanted. Unremarkable. Until the day a man in a suit shows up at her door... and everything she thinks she knows shatters. Her real name isn't the one she's been using. Her life wasn't an accident. She wasn't abandoned. She was hidden. Hidden from a family that has been searching for her. Hidden from enemies older than history. Hidden from a destiny that should never have reached her. Because Emily Ashford isn't human. She's the last surviving heir of a forgotten Alpha bloodline - a legacy powerful enough to challenge kings and awaken ancient forces long buried. And Blackvale University, the prestigious supernatural academy buried deep in the mountains, has been waiting for her return. But nothing shocks her more than him. Lucian Blackthorn. Future Alpha King. Arrogant. Beautiful. Untouchable. And the moment he sees her, something in him breaks. He's drawn to her. Haunted by her. Terrified of what she means. Because Emily isn't just important - she's his mate. Fated. Bound to him long before they were born. Destined to either save their world... or destroy it. Emily doesn't know who she's supposed to be. Lucian doesn't know how to let her go. And the bond pulling them together is only growing stronger... and hotter. She was hidden to protect her. He'll burn the world to keep her. Some girls are born ordinary. Emily Ashford was born marked by fate

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Mask, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

Another cliché stalker story. Her stalker is a very dominant possessive male. Read at on risk! Not edited! Dark romance! DARK! If it wasn't clear enough. DARK! When the one who is supposed to protect and serve becomes her worst nightmare. Updated weekly Thursday

Micah Grayson has had a dark cloud over him since the day he was born. His parents said he was their bad luck. After getting himself into a slew of trouble over the years he wounded up in a mental health facility for his ongoing problematic behavior. Finally getting himself together enough to move in with his aunt for his last year of high school, Micah fights hard with his inner demons to stay on the right path, but there's only so long he can hold off before the old Micah sets in. Cassie Reynolds is the head cheerleaders at Bell View high school, along with being one of the most popular girls in school. When the mysterious new guy comes to town Cassie finds herself in a world wind of trouble as her curiosity leads her right in the middle of a twisted fait.

She thinks she's careful...cute, but locks don't stop me. She has no idea I've been in her house. That I've touched her toothbrush. And that I've laid in her bed. She doesn't know someone's eyes been watching her while she sleeps, and that the man who smiled at her on the sidewalk was the same one who watched her cry in the shower last week. She trusts to easily. That's her flaw. And when the time's right...I'll finally say hello. ________________ She was trembling. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't-" I held her face, brushing her tears with my thumb. "Don't cry," I whispered. "I'd never hurt you, Nyla." I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've known you too long for that."

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❝𝖠nd you gotta love me easy, I've been hurt too many times, been cursed too many times❞ ©𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐁𝐘𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 Dayvon, a former gang member turned mechanic, has left the streets behind, determined to live a clean life after a dangerous past. But when he meets Patience, a high-maintenance, boujee woman from the hood, their world's collide.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"