#1 in Captivity #1 in Secret #1 in Kidnap #1 in Captor Being kidnapped in broad daylight, Cordelia's world has been turned upside down leaving her mind to panic and wonder. ***** Living a simple life, Cordelia Bane works full time as a waitress during her college days and never gave life a second look at certain mysterious areas especially catching the attention of an unknown civilian - a clever male who had his eye on Cordelia for quite some time and decided to claim his wanted prey by kidnapping her in broad daylight. Will Cordelia escape? Or will her captor possess her forever...

I stiffened as his hand slipped down and down further, pushing into my pants. "What are you doing?" I demanded shakily. Max just held onto me from behind, pushing it down until he reached my cliterous. He started stroking. Pleasure swam down below, filling me to my core. I moaned, arching my back. His fingers went down further, slipping inside me. I moaned again, throwing my head forward. He chuckled low, the sound worsening the heat covering me. "You're fucking wet. Look at this." He pulled out his fingers, showing me how they were covered in gloss. I warmed even more at the sight. I dropped my head back to his neck, still moaning. He just nipped my ear. "Are you letting your predator do naughty things with you. Are you a naughty girl, Eve?" I shook my head. I winced, my brows creasing as the warmth of pleasure started boiling. He could clearly tell I was about to come, and he pulled away. I whined in protest, dropping onto the ground when he stepped backward. I then gazed up at him, my breaths hot and heavy. "Eve," his smile was dark, sadistic, "if you want to come, then you have to earn it." (The Sacrifice is a standalone, but it is in the FireNight realm) #1 in "fraternity" on May 21, 2025 #1 in "serialkillerromance" on May 21, 2025

Love doesn't heal. It haunts. Aya thought the worst thing in her life was the man watching her from the shadows. Until he took her. Until she realised the cage he locked her in might feel safer than the world she tried to escape to. Aeon is a monster dressed in patience-a predator with obsession in his veins and Aya in his sights. He's been watching, waiting, needing. And when he finally has her, he's not prepared to let go. Not when the world outside is crueler than anything he could ever do. Not when she runs straight into something worse. Now Aya's bruised, broken, and bleeding in more ways than one. And the man she ran from is the only one who can put her back together-whether she wants him to or not. But love built on fear is still love. And sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a captor... is the girl who survives him.

They took her there. To hide her. To keep their name clean. Amari Vasilia Smilova was never meant to be seen. The second daughter of Russia's most ruthless mafioso, she was always the spare-the shadow behind the golden child. But when she does something that stains the family's perfect image, they don't punish her. They erase her. Alsan Zaydar, the shadow that keeps tabs on her every move. Always watching, always a step too close. He's the reason she disappeared-the reason the cameras never stop recording. The boy who used to torment her is now a man-powerful, secretive, and quietly obsessed. He says it's protection. But it feels like possession. And he might be the only one who can't let her go. They tried to bury her. They forgot she was a fuse. And someone just lit the match

"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

Book 1 of (The Awakening Series) {#1 Supernatural} {#1 Paranormal} {#1 Lycans} {#1 Vampire Romance} {#5 Royalty} The world went to shit long before I was born. Humans like me use to believe other species were nothing more than fictional characters, myths, or figures of one's imagination. But that was before vampires left the shadows and decided to reveal their species to the world. I've been told that teenage girls use to fantasize about being swooshed off their feet by those mysterious creatures. Insane. Matter of fact, insane would be an understatement, they were fucking lunatics. Vampires are not some fictional character that would love you like no other. No, vampires are not some sort of myth, and they most certainly are not, a figment of anyone's imagination. They are very real, and they despise the human race. In fact, they have enslaved my entire species and formed a new world. Each continent is owned by a ruthless, bloodsucking, barbaric, the vampire king. Every single one of them has played a part in the war of the awakening, showing no mercy, killing without question. Humans didn't even stand a chance. Our army and world leaders were killed or imprisoned in less than a couple of days. They slaughtered my race, but it didn't stop there. No, that was only the beginning of human suffering. Trust me when I say the death was truly a kindness, because anyone who survived the awakening, would beg for death. I was positive that my suffering would come to an end when I turned eighteen. I was hoping and praying to be marked as a feeder, nothing more, nothing less. Death was the only way out of this world. You see, all of the kings who ruled over the earth were cruel and calculating. They are all tyrants in their own right and they all answered to one vampire. Who was known as the most barbaric of them all and I was marked as his chosen. The King of all Vampire Kings. "This book is currently undergoing edits for publication."

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

At the age of 2 Bella was kidnapped from the park while playing with her 6 older brother's and father. Their mother had died just a month before it happened. Ever since that day they have been searching everywhere for her. Bella never knew what happened, all she knew was her "parents" at the moment enjoyed abusing her everyday. But one day she is found again under a crazy circumstance that she never expected. 77,000+ words *NOT EDITED FOR GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES. PLEASE POINT OUT* *WARNING story contains abuse and sexually assault ⚠️ *cover photo is not owned by me

She was the price of a debt. He was the devil collecting it. Sofia Murphy lives in a world of color and quiet-a life spent painting soft dreams and hiding from sharp truths. But when her father signs her away to settle a blood debt, she's thrust into the arms of a monster wrapped in a tailored suit. Alessandro Lombardi is a king among criminals. Feared. Worshipped. Deadlier than the sins that built his empire. He doesn't ask for a wife. He takes one. In his world, vows are shackles. Kisses are claims. And love? Love is just another weapon. Sofia is everything he's not-sweet, untouched, innocent, a light he was never meant to hold. But now that he has her, he won't let go. Not when she trembles under his touch. Not when she flinches at his darkness. Not even if she wants to run. Because Alessandro doesn't chase. He hunts. He craves her obedience. Worships her purity. And if she ever thinks of running? He'll track her down with a smile, chain her to his bed, and remind her-slowly, ruthlessly-who owns her body. And who owns her soul. He didn't just marry her. He branded her. And in this house? There's no escape. Only surrender. And if the world dares come between them? He'll burn it to the ground-just to watch her smile in the ashes.

They called me exotic meat, a pet, a slave. That's what i was worth in the universe after being illegally abducted from earth. Nothing more than a play thing on the alien black market. But i fought back. Now, iv been sent to rot in Ka'Lar, a prison carved deep into the black crust of a desolate planet. Every shadow holds more danger than the last, one human girl lost in a sea of alien faces, each more monstrous than the last. Then there's Virek, a towering, four-armed alien with eyes like burning coals. He's dangerous, ruthless and totally unreadable. He's also the only thing standing between me and fates worse than death. In this place where trust is a scarce commodity, will i be able to keep him on my side when i have nothing to offer...