𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He asked as he held my hands in place above my head. I swallowed hard realizing the look he had before was long gone and I was now in the midst of something much more darker. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now all I want is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with this pussy in my way." The wetness I felt come over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. But I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was asking for. - Rankings #1 Collegestories #1 Quarterback

It's sicken . The overwhelming love , but you keep coming back . It pulls you in like a magnet refusing to let go . You run he chases . You leave he follows . You hide he finds . You cry he torments . It's an obsession you can't let go of . Can your heart handle it ? The sorrow The pain The love The guilt The beauty The ugly The light The darkness It's everything and more . It's like a drug , you can't stop using . You'd overdose from it and die happily. _______________________________________

⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ She was "perfection"*-an ethereal ballerina, "blind yet breathtaking, fragile yet untouchable." A delicate doll crafted for the stage, never meant for the hands of men. But "Damian Romanov was never just a man." He had always watched her-not with admiration, but with "obsession." A dark, merciless desire that saw her not as a dream, but as something to "own, to break, to ruin." She was "his" to shatter, "his" to collect when there was nothing left but "silent screams and trembling hand." At times, she was "beyond repair" yet she knew-no one would take her from him. Not her father, the Capo who lived only to serve him. Not his fiancée, Not even his own father, the man who once ruled before him-because no one stood in Damian Romanov's way. Once, her "cage was golden." Now, it was "platinum-stronger, colder, inescapable." ⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝑒** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ ⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⚠️ This is not a fairytale-it's obsession, ruin, and submission. A world where love is a weapon and pleasure bleeds into pain. #ExplicitSmut #BDSM #NonCon #DubCon #Violence #Bloodshed #MafiaBrutality #PowerImbalance #Possession #Captivity

She wanted to die. He refused to let her go. Emilia Monroe is a broken dancer with nothing left to live for. Dante Mancini is a cold, obsessive mafia don who refuses to let her slip through his fingers. He saves her life-only to cage her in his estate, in his bedroom, and eventually, in his heart. She's soft where he's sharp, fragile where he's cruel. But some cages feel safer than freedom... and some love stories begin with captivity. Dark. Addictive. Unforgettable. This is a love story twisted by pain and healed by obsession.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. • • • 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

When Two Opposites Attract

In which he turned his back on the throne to worship a girl who never begged to be saved. ✧ ✧ ✧ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✧ ✧ ✧ Liora Solís always believed monsters lived in storybooks, until the day she met one beside a moonlit pond. She didn't know the silent boy who clutched her locket would grow into a weapon. She didn't know his middle name carried a centuries-old vow. She didn't know her own name lived in the ledger of a family sworn to kill her. All she knew was that he listened. And that, somehow... he saw her. Years later, Liora is a college student who fights for freedom with soft hands and a stubborn heart. She doesn't belong anywhere near the Duarte empire, especially not their heir, Valen Azrael Duarte, the underground boxer feared as El Verdugo. Everyone calls him a monster. She once called him a friend. And destiny calls him her executioner. When their worlds collide again, kindness becomes danger. Obsession becomes fate. And the boy she once trusted becomes the man who holds her life in the balance. Because in the Duarte family, Azrael is not a myth. Azrael is destiny. And Liora Solís is the one name he was never meant to spare.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

She thinks she's careful...cute, but locks don't stop me. She has no idea I've been in her house. That I've touched her toothbrush. And that I've laid in her bed. She doesn't know someone's eyes been watching her while she sleeps, and that the man who smiled at her on the sidewalk was the same one who watched her cry in the shower last week. She trusts to easily. That's her flaw. And when the time's right...I'll finally say hello. ________________ She was trembling. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't-" I held her face, brushing her tears with my thumb. "Don't cry," I whispered. "I'd never hurt you, Nyla." I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've known you too long for that."

NOT A REVERSE HAREM NOR A MAFIA STORY! He lightly shook his head and pressed his lips together, then, all his worry fled, leaving him to look completely carefree. "You're nothing but a distraction, our toy to play with-a fuck, you mean nothing. Know your place around here, Kezanel." He sneered in my face, burying his cold stare into me so I wouldn't forget just how scary he could be. Axel squeezed his hand, cutting off my air supply. "Understood." Gasping for air, I scratched at his wrist, nodding my head very slowly. One eyebrow arched and he leaned into me, his stare more intense now that I wanted to look away, but if I did I would be in trouble. "Y-Yes." I let out a strangled cry and pleaded with my eyes for him to let go. A tiny smirk curved at his lips and he shoved me back, his hand freeing from my neck. I fell to the floor, coughing and watching as he left the room carelessly-as if nothing happened. - Her father threw her away like she was nothing - he considered her to be a bastard child, he wanted her gone and he didn't care who took her. But a debt she knew nothing about was the actual reason for her dismissal. The Santiago's. They run Strixfield and everyone in it. They're cold-hearted and ruthless, and people owe them. So when there's a debt to be paid..they'll be at your doorstep faster than a gun being fired through it. - #1 hateloverelationship 19/4/22 #3 steamy 5/5/22 #4 twistedromance 5/5/22 #1 darkromance 6/5/22 #1 killers 30/12/22 #1 santiago 28/7/22 #2 criminals 11/9/22 #1 debt 17/8/22 #1 sinful 11/12/22 | 5/9/23 #1 cartel 18/10/22 #1 kinky 15/2/23