As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

Ņ̵̻̇e̵̝̲̒͗v̴̦́̐e̸̥͍͐r̸̳̩̈ ̸̤̍̕b̵̹̹̈́a̷̬͒ṛ̷̨͑͆ǧ̸͚a̶̖̠̽͌ȋ̸͍n̶͎͋ ̷̜̳̍͝w̴͚͛̾i̷͚͗͠ẗ̶͕̞́̆h̷͗ͅ ̷̱̒t̷̜͇̀͆h̵̘̾̄e̵̞̩͑ ̵͇͓͂ḑ̷͙͐͑e̶͈͕̍͂a̶̩͍͂̕d̸̞̲̓ Morgan just lost her father and he left her and her sister with nothing but debt. With only nineteen years old, Morgan has to find a way to make ends meet, but her sister insists on contacting her father with the help of a ouija board, to see if he had any plans for them once he died. Little did they know, once they try to contact their diseased father, dark powerful forces start to take the reigns of their lives. *For anyone who is fighting with depression. Fight your demons, fight them with everything you have. And then love them.* TRIGGER WARNING: -graphic scenes -graphic blood and torture scenes Enemies to lovers. © All Rights Reserved.

Aviana, born into a world as a witch where she is not seen very highly by the other species. Vampires use them for their magic, but Aviana is not all witch, and the vampire lord may be getting a bit more than what he asked for. "A witch, a human, and a vampire walk into a bar." My hands tightened around the glass in my hands. I have heard this joke too many times, and am not a big fan of the punch line. As a witch, you're not looked up to very much, more as a dog for the vampire creatures. Humans always say that there more useful because they need their blood making them safe, fucking blood bags.

This is chapter two of the MANIAC series. - While Beverly Frazier tried her best to recover from the previous traumatizing situations at St: Nicolai Psychiatric Hospital, her friends and colleagues started worrying about her even more. Her mentality was unstable after everything she had been through, and there was no one she could talk to about it. While her old habits became present, she nearly drowned in her depression of loneliness. The only thing she was longing for was to feel like herself again, and she refused the fact that the only thing that could help her with that, was to experience the addictive adrenaline rush from the lunatic inmate inside cellar number 401 again. - Mature content ✔️ - Top ranks: #1 IN PSYCHOPATH #1 IN PSYCHIATRIST

Alien x Human Scientist She was a scientist. He was a captured alien specimen. She set's him free - and now she's his human cunt to breed in his universe.

𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 Dawn is a mercenary of the night, feared by those serving beastly masters. When he gets caught one night by a silly mistake on his part, he has yet to figure out how to get out of the restraints and blindfold. He is trained to expect everything, except being taken advantage of, by an innocent virgin who happens to break into his prison cell. Not to mention she makes a bold demand that he has to kill her before morning comes. Dawn never leaves anyone alive, but this time he has to take revenge and have her payback for what she has done. She tries to die while he will do anything to keep her alive. But what they both don't expect is revenge to be filled with taunted pleasures. *𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙*

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

After her office Christmas party, Ophelia Darke's night takes a dark turn when her younger brother accidentally summons Krampus. To save him, she swaps places, offering herself to the Yule devil. Trapped in Krampus' icy lair, Ophelia must navigate his ruthless, intoxicating desires. Beneath his monstrous exterior lies a dark seduction she can't resist-and the price of her sacrifice may be more than she bargained for. A Dark Romance with a spicy twist on Beauty and the Beast with Krampus at the heart of it all. (updated daily leading up to Christmas) ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." A forbidden romance between four obsessive vampires and the innocent girl they've been observing. #1 in vampire 22/12/23 #2 in psycho 5/01/24 (Vampire!Reverse harem x Fem) ╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

Eloise knows something is wrong. Her boyfriend is not her boyfriend. They are something else, wearing his face. She should run ... but she doesn't. Her boyfriend had started to become controlling, but the replacement is ... kinder than the original. Gentler. Always there, lurking, just out of the corner of her eye. What do they want? Achievements: 27/02/2025 - #1 in #monsterromance, #dualperspective, and #stolenidentity. 01/04/2025 - #1 in horrorromance, monsterromance, dualperspective, and stolenidentity. #2 in monster. 21/10/2025 - #1 in dualperspective and stolenidentity. #2 in monsterromance, monster, and monsterlove. #3 in horrorromance.