"Strip, Doll." The command came from two men at the exact same moment, their deep, dark voices echoing through the silent room. She froze. Dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, she looked breathtakingly beautiful-fair, delicate, and heartbreakingly fragile, like a porcelain doll moments away from breaking. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched the fabric of her dress as tears welled in her eyes. "P-Please..." she whispered, shaking her head. "Please... don't do this... Please... leave me alone." Her broken plea dissolved into quiet sobs, but the room remained cold and merciless. One of the men rose from his seat and slowly walked toward her. "Why, Doll?" he asked in a dark, emotionless voice. "You were the one who came into our lives. You were the one who claimed to love both of us, weren't you? You were the one who wanted to marry us... to spend your wedding night with us." A cold smile tugged at his lips. "You only wanted it at different times. We simply chose to make it happen together. What's the difference? Whether it's separately or at the same time..." He shoved her onto the bed. She let out a frightened gasp as tears silently streamed from her wide, puppy-like eyes. The other man walked toward the bed and looked down at her. "It was this innocent face that trapped both of us, wasn't it?" he said with a bitter smile. "Look... we both fell for it." He climbed onto the bed, his gaze never leaving her. "Come on... let's celebrate our wedding night. After all, this was your wish... wasn't it?" Her tears silently rolled down her cheeks as fear and confusion filled her eyes. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ. ⚠ ᴇxᴩʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ⚠ |ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ| |ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ| |ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇ

"I-im sorry please don't hurt me" I whimper as he steps towards me with slow steps. "You fucking ran, what did I say would happen if you did?" He seethes. I dont answer staring at him in fear. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Broken Winter 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "P-please don't," I sob. Zayden stood behind me, one hand gripping my shoulder to keep me in the chair, the other holding a sharp pair of scissors. "It's just a haircut, darling," he said with a dark smile. "P-please. You know how much I love my hair," I begged. He lowered his head until his lips were close to my ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And that's exactly why I'm going to cut it," he whispered with a smirk. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Winter is an innocent girl, sheltered by her father most of the time she barely interact with the outside world. It all ends when a man enters her life kidnaps her and decides shes his victim for his revenge. Will Winter escape him? ♡♡♡ Zayden wants vengeance for his sister. Instead of taking revenge from Winters father he takes her. Why? Because she simply took his interest at first sight. Will zayden be satisfied once his revenge is complete?

They say Spain is the most beautiful country in Europe. Tourists see golden beaches, vibrant festivals, and cities bathed in sunlight. They never see the darkness hiding beneath it all. They never see the empire that controls the shadows behind the government, the law, and every powerful institution in the country. The Morozov. For decades, the Morozov family has ruled Spain from the shadows, feared by politicians, judges, and criminals alike. At the center of that empire stands Dahlia Katya Morozov......the only daughter of Dimitri Morozov, the most feared man in Spain. Dahlia is no princess waiting to be rescued. She is a weapon. Raised to command, trained to kill, and involved in every dirty corner of the Morozov empire, she is as ruthless as the men who fear her name. Cold. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Until one night. A celebration in the Morozov mansion brings together the most powerful figures of the underworld. Dahlia stands at the center of it all, queen of her empire, believing no one could ever challenge her. Then he walks in. Zayden Mateo Castillo. A man feared across continents. A legend. A nightmare in human form. He has power, wealth, and an empire built on blood. There is nothing left for him to conquer. Until he sees her. One look is all it takes. For the first time in his life, Zayden becomes obsessed. He wants her. Not for a night. Not for a season. Forever. And he will do anything in his power to make her his. But Dahlia refuses to bow. She meets his obsession with defiance, his power with resistance, and his darkness with ice-cold determination. As desire turns into obsession and obsession threatens to become war, two of the most powerful empires in the underworld collide. The question is no longer whether Zayden wants Dahlia. The question is how far he is willing to go to make her his. And whether Dahlia Morozov will bring the most dangerous man alive to his knees or destroy them both. "If you guys want detailed description, then swipe next"

He is London's most infamous serial-killer painter, known only as the Horned Devil. No one knows the crimson in his masterpieces is human blood. At a lavish gala, he chooses the mansion's quiet maid as his next victim... but she becomes the one masterpiece he refuses to destroy.

(DISCLAIMER: I hate this book. It's cringe, and weird. So if you hate it too- my newer books are way better! Lolll ty!) Lucy a 19 year old little struggling in her first 6 months of collage. Trying to hide her secret until she sees an advertisement online for a little/caregivers meet up. Mustering up all the courage she decides to go. Not having any hope in even talking to one person yet she ends up talking to two... What happens to Lucy after meeting two doms at a little event ⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Some smut scenes and a sexual relationship between the main characters only when she's in an adult headspace!! Not in little space!!! This is an age regression story but bdsm when she's only a adult!!!!) #1 breastfeeding 05/19/24 #1 caregiver 05/19/24 #1 mommydom 05/19/24 #5 daddydom 05/28/24 #3 princess 06/01/24 #1 regression 06/03/24 #2 CGL 06/03/24 #1 caretaker 07/12/24 #2 bottles 08/13/24 #1 subxdom 12/13/24

Elara Vance only wanted five minutes of silence. Instead, she walked into a dark library and found Cole and Cade King waiting inside. Identical twins. Billionaires. Untouchable. And completely, dangerously interested in her. She should have walked away and never seen them again. But the Kings don't forget what catches their attention. Especially when it tries to run. Elara believes she caught the attention of the King twins by accident. She couldn't be more wrong. Elara's ordinary life starts disappearing piece by piece-until the man she trusted most is given an offer he can't refuse. A price. For her. He accepts. Now Elara belongs to two men who own enough of the city to make escape feel impossible. Cade is violence barely disguised as affection. Cole is calm enough to make cruelty sound reasonable. One wants her fear. The other wants inside her head. And both of them want the same thing. Her. Elara keeps waiting for the brothers to turn against each other. Waiting for jealousy. Waiting for one of them to finally say: "She's mine." But she has misunderstood the King twins from the very beginning. They don't fight over what they want. They share it. Dark Romance Twin Obsession

"Do you really think you could hide from us?" The voice slithers through the empty halls behind me, smooth as a blade dragged across silk. Calm. Too calm. But beneath it thrums something darker-a predator's amusement, a promise coiled tight in every syllable. "She really thinks we wouldn't be able to find her." I don't need to turn around to know he's smirking. I can feel it-the way his gaze licks up my spine, savoring my panic like a delicacy. That's how they are. All of them. Obsessive, cunning, possessive. Turning my fear into their entertainment. "Why don't we start locking her up?" Ice floods my veins. As if I wasn't already trapped. My ankle screams with every step, the bruise a throbbing reminder of my last failed escape. The halls stretch endlessly, mocking me, twisting like a labyrinth designed to keep me exactly where they want me. "Run while you still can, Kitty." Their footsteps echo behind me-leisurely, unhurried. They aren't running. They're toying with me. Certain I'll fail. Then-a door. Hope claws up my throat. I hitch my dress higher, biting back a whimper as fire shoots through my ankle. 'Please, please let it lead outside'. My fingers scramble for the knob, twisting- Yes! Cool air rushes over my face. Freedom. But before I can lunge forward, an iron grip wrenches me back. My back slams against a broad chest, trapping me. "It's adorable how hard you try to escape us." Laughter curls around me, thick as smoke. My vision blurs, the walls pressing in. The ringing in my ears drowns out everything but their voices-their victory-as their fingers dig into my skin, claiming me all over again. "Darling, like I said. There's No Escape from us."

#1 IN MURDER-MYSTERY CATEGORY! Rachel never thought her past would catch up to her. When she and her friends are invited to a new haunted house on Halloween, she expects it to be a night of fun. Before she has a chance to realize what she's gotten herself into, her friends begin dying at a rapid pace. Someone is after them. Someone out for blood. Someone out for revenge. As Rachel races to find the truth, she learns that the reason for these murders may be connected to her in a way she never expected. Will she be able to find the killer in time before they make their own move on her? Or will everything she ever loved come crashing down around her? A series fans of Pretty Little Liars, Saw, and Scream most definitely do not want to miss!

MMC - Tall, tan, brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that will melt your panties off. Confident, charming and such an asshole. The perfect sadistic daddy to make you hate yourself even as you beg for more. FMC - Does it even matter? I'm kidding! Tall (but obviously shorter than the MMC), fair, black hair, green eyes and a glare that should scare off just about anyone. Bookish and a baddie. A bratty submissive that fights until she falls to pieces at his feet. Did I mention it's brother's best friend? Oh and they talked anonymously for weeks online before meeting up. Our FMC already gave the MMC all the ammo he needs to have her wrapped around his finger. It almost doesn't seem like a fair fight. THIS IS A SAMPLE OF THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY SELF-PUBLISHED NOVEL MATURE CONTENT WARNING - NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 Please be advised: This book has graphic sexual content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to descriptive violent sex scenes, BDSM, consensual non-consent, intense humiliation/degradation, complete surrender of control, orgasm control, impact play, sharing of bodily fluids (spit, cum and pee), anal play, public play, group play / sharing, fear play, knife play, cutting and permanent marking. This book has graphic violent content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to gun violence, knife violence, kidnapping, torture, dismemberment, physical assault and sexual assault.

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.