On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

This story is about....well you'll have to read it to find out. Happy reading!(NOT A FAN-FICTION) If you're not into the lovey-dovey type story then this is not the one you will enjoy, so I kindly advise you not to risk it.. And this is a BWWM story or BGWB.. Completed✔️ And in the process of being edited! DO.NOT.STEAL. OR. ELSE....

She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

She never wanted the promotion. He made sure she got it. Mira, a humble maid in Lord Davis's mansion, is suddenly promoted to be his personal attendant-a role she never wanted. When she discovers he orchestrated it to keep her close, she's slowly drawn into a web of forbidden desire, silent obsession, and dangerous power games.