Dawn Shen never thought she'd see the day when her mother, Gloria, finally found real love. After all, Gloria had been married before, but this time... this time it felt different. Gloria's fiancé, Richard Dante, was everything a woman could want-rich, powerful, heir to the vast Dante fortune. He had it all, and now, it seemed, he had Gloria too. But Dawn didn't know the full story. She didn't know that Richard's eyes kept straying back to her. Her. His soon-to-be stepdaughter. Richard Dante may be the son of a devil, but when his oldest friend-Gloria-asks for his help, he can't refuse. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be forced into marrying Gloria to keep a dangerous lunatic off her trail... and to keep Dawn in his life. He never planned to be entangled with the voluptuous, intoxicating woman who so effortlessly invaded his every thought. Dawn was everything he couldn't have-her scent, her hair, her taste... if only he could have it all to himself. He wants her more than he's ever wanted anything. But there's a problem: Dawn hates him. What starts as a reluctant, unspoken bond between them turns into something darker, more sensuous, and utterly forbidden. Neither of them can fight it, and neither of them can escape the path they're on-racing toward an inevitable, uncelebrated chaos. A doom of their own making. The question now is not whether they will fall, but how far they are willing to chase the fire that threatens to consume them both. How deep are they willing to go in the name of passion, obsession, and destruction? [The Fourth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel. Completed.

Valora Anton is a trained, lethal assassin, and she's running for her life. No one-no one-had ever come close to catching her. But when the net finally closes, she's transferred to an island prison house in the Atlantic, a place known for its brutality. She's certain this is where her journey ends-until she realizes she's wrong. Phoenix Knight is the iron-fisted warden of Atlanta Prisonhouse, feared by every woman under his control. Ruthless, unforgiving, and unbending, he rules with an absolute hand, tormenting misbehaved prisoners without a second thought. His pleasure comes from their suffering, from breaking them, bending them to his will. But when Valora enters his domain, everything shifts. There's something about her-something sharp, dangerous, poisonous-that draws him in. On one hand, he's repulsed by her icy demeanor, her unyielding nature. On the other, he's irresistibly allured by her presence, by the fire that simmers beneath her calm exterior. For the first time in years, Phoenix is out of control. And he hates it. Valora is no ordinary prisoner, and Phoenix is no typical captor. Their dynamic is a volatile cocktail of aggression, manipulation, and raw tension. Each encounter between them ignites a new spark, a dangerous push-pull of venomous desire that neither of them can resist. They are two forces of destruction, locked in a dance that threatens to undo everything they've ever believed in. The real question is: How far will they go to destroy each other? And in the end, who will be left standing, and at what cost? [Second Book of the V-Series] A Standalone Novel Complete.

"This is wrong, our parents are together," I said to him "This can be our dirty little secret baby," He winks at me "No one has to know about this," He goes on #4 in #ethandolan all rights reserved to @ikissedkian started- 11/13/17 finished- 3/7/18

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"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

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. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ....... .......ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ.. As it continues.. ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄh ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ.. .... . ....... ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴛ. " ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ " "ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴘᴏssᴇss 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭. " "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴢᴀᴇᴅᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs sᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ. " ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ , ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ explicit sex scene.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

❝There is no sinner like a young saint.❞ ||MATURE CONTENT|| In which a girl sets her eyes on a forbidden man. COMPLETED. All rights reserved. kingkatewrites 2023. cover by alluringathena

Where predator becomes prey. Love can bloom like a flower on a late summer evening; spread to full bloom in those last vibrant rays of sun. But for a rose to be left to rot in the shade and darkness, to be left soiled with old toxins, to have nothing but thorns?--that, too, is love. And how twisted that love could be. CAN BE READ AS STANDALONE MATURE UNEDITED COMPLETE #1 in olderman #1 in conquest #1 in disillusion #1 in agegap #1 in brothersgirlfriend #1 in morphine #10 in woman DARK romance