Her curls bounced slightly as she swallowed. "I don't know how to live like this." "You lived with a man who wanted to break you," I said calmly. "You survived that. This is simpler." "Simple?" Her voice trembled. "There are eight-no, more than eight-men trying to take me somewhere I can't even imagine. I don't even-how can this be simple?" I looked at her then. Her eyes widened slightly, like my attention startled her, like she could feel how sharply I saw her. "It is simple because they do not have me," I said. [Mature audience] All rights reserved. TW: SLOW BURN TW: Physical violence TW: Graphic material

Graham's a 30-year-old socially awkward nerd - a virgin with a head full of fantasies and a heart full of nerves. He's got all the kinks he's scared to try, all the desires he's never dared to explore. Marley's 25, plus-size, quiet but confident - the kind of woman who sees the real him, the messy, shy, freaky parts he hides from the world. When Marley starts to peel back Graham's layers, she unlocks more than just his secrets - she awakens a fire neither of them expected. From stolen kisses in the bookstore aisles to nights filled with whispered praise and raw discovery, they're about to rewrite what love and pleasure look like.

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

18+ Casey moves schools with her life planned out. But what will happen when someone quickly develops a unwanted obsession with her? This is a 'darklove' story. A story about an extreme obsession that is one sided.It is disturbing and not to be desired. It will contain swearing, suspense, violence, manipulative and sexual scenes, depression and selfharm. But... It will also contain building friendships, a love story, caring and companionate people and healing. Has been #1 in- Captive Forced Taken Darklove Abducted Horror Stalked Agegap Kidnapped Dark Mature Possessive Abusive Insane Obsession Creepy Twisted Psycho Teen Stalker Highschool Manipulated Student Teacher Readers reviews💜 @LowKeyBadd "I've read dark teacherxstudent books on here before but yours was different and stood up to me. How it was written and how you wrote so well her emotions and thought process through out the book. loved it" @jazminexoxo_ "This is probably one of the best books i've ever read on Wattpad. The way you managed to capture every little detail perfectly really sets it for me" @melaninm03 "I literally love this book like author you did a good thing on this book. Keep writing cause this book was over the top amazing" @mrsktesfaye "I loved how you have taken time to make the plot more specific and realistic rather than rushing everything" @isaidwhatisaidstfu "i love this book its by far my favourite Wattpad book Ive ever read. This was my third time reading it (and i never reread Wattpad so this says a lot) yet it was still amazing. A sad story but its written beautifully" @RaltliaDeVoir "This book is wonderfully written! I could see your dedication as you described Caseys emotions and the added descriptions only made it more realistic" @summerlyne_ "Im.f-cking.following. This was somehow the most heatfilled story I have EVER read. Made me cry, laugh, scream into my damn pillow, made me want to kill some of the characters, and it was just fucking amazing"

Paris Hernandez-Ricci At twenty-five years old, Paris Hernandez-Ricci has spent the last three years rebuilding the life that was ripped away from her. A runaway mafia queen and single mother to three-year-old twins, Paris fled after walking in on the man she loved in bed with another woman. Heartbroken, pregnant, and completely alone, she disappeared without looking back, determined to give her children the peaceful life she never had. Now, she's built a career she loves, a home filled with laughter, and a family to her that's missing one thing. Then fate intervenes. One unexpected meeting forces Paris to come face-to-face with the husband she hasn't seen in 5 years-the man who shattered her heart and never stopped looking for her. --- Gabriele Ricci At twenty-nine, Gabriele Ricci is one of the most feared mafia dons in the world. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But he wasn't always that man. Five years ago, Gabe married the woman who became the center of his universe. Paris was everything he never knew he needed-strong, stubborn, endlessly compassionate, with honey-brown skin kissed by rich melanin and mesmerizing green eyes he could have stared into forever. Then one night, everything fell apart. Drugged by his obsessive ex-girlfriend and framed to make it appear he'd betrayed his wife, Gabe woke up to an empty house and a goodbye he never had the chance to explain. For three years, he's searched relentlessly for the woman he loves more than life. He never stopped hoping she'd come home. --- Five years. One misunderstanding. Two children. When fate brings Paris and Gabe back together, neither of them is prepared for what follows. Paris is forced to confront the man she believes destroyed their marriage. Gabe discovers that the woman he's spent years searching for didn't leave alone-she left carrying his children. Now circumstances have brought them back together? What's gonna happen? welp read and find the fuck out!

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story is comprised of drafts that have not been heavily edited]]

"You're finally awake." I blinked once before looking down at the ropes around my wrists. Well... This is unfortunate. "I was beginning to think I'd have to pour cold water on you," the man sitting across from me said. Tailored black suit. Gray eyes. A face I'd never seen before. He slid a folder onto the table. "So," he said, "you're the little hacker who's been stealing my money." I looked at the evidence. Then back at him. "...In my defense... "I glanced back at the folder. "Your cybersecurity was terrible." Three weeks earlier, I thought stealing from an anonymous account on the dark web would change my life. I was right. I just never imagined it would end with me tied to a chair in a stranger's penthouse, negotiating with the owner.

At twenty-two, **Brielle Walker** has mastered the art of looking like she has it all together. A good job. Her own place. A steady paycheck. What no one sees are the overdue bills, the carefully calculated grocery trips, or the way one unexpected expense can ruin an entire month. Brielle works hard for everything she has, and if life has taught her anything, it's that depending on someone else only gives them the opportunity to disappoint you. So she doesn't. For years, there's been one thing she's promised herself-a delicate silver bracelet sitting behind the glass of a jewelry store she's passed since she was eighteen. *Someday, I'll buy it.* Then she meets **Wesley Bennett**. Patient, persistent, and far too observant for Brielle's liking, Wesley has a way of noticing everything she tries to hide. She assumes he's just another man determined to get past walls that were built for a reason. What she doesn't know is that Wesley comes from the kind of wealth she could never imagine. And Wesley has no intention of using it to impress her. The closer they become, the harder Brielle fights to keep the distance between them. But Wesley isn't trying to rescue her. He isn't asking her to need him. He just wants her to realize that letting someone love her doesn't mean she has to stop taking care of herself. And somewhere between stubborn conversations, quiet acts of kindness, and a friendship neither of them planned, Brielle begins to wonder if the life she's been fighting so hard to build has room for someone else in it. Because some things are worth saving for. And some are worth waiting for.

"No jay.. you can't.." His expression darkens at her words. He drops his hand from her cheek and takes a step back, the knife still clutched in his hand. "He took something from me that I can never get back, angel. Something precious." His voice is filled with a quiet, seething rage. He steps closer again, his eyes flashing with an intense obsession. "He took you away from me. He made sure our families were enemies. I can't forgive that." "I didn't want to marry Liam my dad.." Her voice breaks. His expression softens for a moment, his thumb unconsciously brushing over her lips. "Shh, I know. You never wanted Liam. You wanted me. Your dad forced this engagement on you just to keep us apart." His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he leans down, his voice barely a whisper. "And now, you're engaged to Liam. The thought of you with him... it makes me fucking insane." His eyes burn with a possessive intensity. "I can't let that happen, angel." "I'm sorry..." She whispers, her voice low and quiet afraid. scared. His expression cracks, revealing a deep vulnerability beneath the madness and obsession. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." His thumb strokes her pulse point as he closes his eyes briefly. "I'm the one who should be sorry... for what I'm about to do." Tropes: Emo x Softie. Obsessed psycho Mafia x Innocent Collage student. Enemies to lovers. Obsessive Love/Possessive Hero. Captor/Captive. Damaged Heroine/ SurvivorHeroine. Forced Proximity. Morally Gary Hero. Beauty and the beast. Touch her and die. Dark protector x Quiet beauty. ⚠️ This story contains mature and dark themes including obsession, emotional manipulation, murder, psychological trauma, kidnapping, toxic relationships, blurred consent, violence, and morally gray characters. This is a work of fiction. It does not romanticize abuse, but explores flawed characters in dark, extreme situations. Please read responsibly, and protect your peace. 💔

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.