In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

"Run away again and I'll etch my name into your hand with my blade." My blood ran cold. He fixed his composure in a matter of seconds. It was sickening how quickly he could change. "I'm sorry sweetheart, did I scare you." His question was out of sincere concern and it messed with my head. Did I like it? Did I hate it? "I'm..sorry..." My voice trembled and my legs were close to giving out, but he nuzzled against me in content and walked away. He could have punished me until I wished I was dead, just not this time. ------------------------------- Lilac Hernandez was the daughter to the leader of the Spanish mafia. She was unloved and only a tool for her father's cruel business deal. Her soft nature and stunning beauty was her charm. Alex Romano was the leader of the Italian mafia. He was cruel and dangerous, know for his lack of hesitation. He was known as the devil. There was no one who dares stand in his way, and those who tried, died trying. She caught his eye, and he took her home. Under his cruel watch, she learned to love him.

Samantha is a lone walker her whole life she has been alone, which is how she likes it. she is hoping to spend her last year at university or 'hell' as she calls it peacefully, but all of that changes when she meets "his grace'. he turns her life upside down, but her life is at stake because if she is not the chosen one for him, his beast will come to life and end her. he looks at me from head to toe fucking me with his eyes. "strip" he demands and for some stupid reason it turns me on. he sits on a chairs and watches me. i debate if i should do it or not but if i don't this nigga looks like he might just fuckin kill me. i slowly strip while moving my body in a sexy way giving him a show to watch. he watches my every move like a lion watching its prey. i stop once i am left in my panties on only. "lay down on the bed" he demands in his deep sexy voice. i do as i am told i walk to the bed slowly while shaking my hips. i bend as i turn and lay on my back as i await my next instruction. "play with yourself". he says. i look at him in disbelieve. that statement alone had my body going crazy. i suck my two fingers and playing around with my clit, it came to life as it felt the friction. my back lifted from the bed as my body is enjoying what it is feeling. i insert two fingers in my already wet punani. i start moving fast while moaning. my other hand goes to my nibble and starts playing with. my moans get louder as my toes curl and i cum undone. seconds later i feel him taking my panties of and his head went straight into my punani not giving it time to cool down. he starts licking and sucking on my pussy like its his last meal. my moans right now are on sky high. as i feel my orgasm near he stops completely. he pulls my body to the headboard. he takes the chains and chains me into the bed. my heart right now is on my throat. "your safe word for tonight is lace" he says.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. The Bitch & The Beast .* :☆ﾟ. "You are my wife whether you like it or not. That means no late night partying, no hanging out with some college jocks, no coming back to the house whenever you like...", his hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing, not enough to hurt but enough to make me gasp for air. His lips hovered over mine. My shallow breaths mingled with his to form cold foggy clouds. But even with my life hanging lose on the thread, I didn't let go of my fire. And with the alcohol surging through my blood, my confidence fuelled to a dangerous level. I held my head high, despite the lump forming on my throat where he grabbed me, "Donot expect anything from me. This Is an Arrangement. And it stays as an Arrangement", I quoted his words like it's my salvation. He leaned closer, our lips now only a hair width away. His eyes darkened into the deepest shade of black. Fury coated his face and I felt the burning fire from him through his hands on me. "I take the arrangements that I sign pretty seriously, Maahi. And by those arrangements, you are my wife", he growled, the vibration passed through his body to mine and settled on somewhere south of my stomach. I swallowed. I can't lose. I never lose. Especially not to him. I can't let him win. "You don't own me, Ishaan. I'm a free soul and the position 'Your Wife' isn't going to keep me from doing something that I want", my voice came out as a whisper and it was raspy now. His hands tightened around my throat and I made another silent gasp. "As a matter of fact, it does. The position "My Wife" means you are mine. I. Fucking. Own. You", and before I could react his lips crashed into mine in a searing possessive kiss. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Forced Proximity Arranged marriage Enemies to Lovers Mature content & Trigger warning.

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

You can lock up a monster, but you can't kill his obsession. Six years in a psych ward didn't fix Silas Kane. It only sharpened his hunger. Ivy Monroe was the only thing that soothed the void inside him the quiet girl next door, the one he watched, craved, and would kill for. Now he's free. The world thinks he's hunting revenge. But monsters don't care about justice. They care about possession. He's not coming to save her. He's not coming to love her. He's coming to own her. This isn't a love story. This is a warning. He's not a hero. He's not even human. And once you let the monster in he never leaves. Read if you dare. SOOTHE THE MONSTER 18+ | Psychopath MMC | Stalker | Obsession | Graphic Violence | No Redemption

She's been at his hip. Ever since that day he saved her from the mean big kids. That day he saved her, he knew she was his. Even if they were so young. When he left, she felt damaged. Broken. Torn. She thought she would never see him again. 8 years pass... And he's back. And back for her, and her only.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵? Amanda Lone was minding her business walking home from an 8-hour-shift at the local café when she felt this excruciating pain at the side of her head along with a deafening sound. Before she could register what happened, she fell unconscious. Three days later, she woke up in an unfamiliar room, with monitors and drips attached to her. She started to look around the dark room to find some clue as to where she was because this was no hospital. Amanda squeaked when she looked to the left of her and saw a gray-eyed man staring at her intently. "Sorry, I shot you." The mystery man said before walking out of the room. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯. Warning: Mature content. Obscene Language. Violence.

He stared at her for a moment making her shiver. "You..." he sighed out loud. "Do I look like I'm doing this just for a worthless property" he almost yelled. "Oh yeah...well, not for a worthless property. For a precious one. Maybe you are the property" he spoke, more like a mock. "What!" Sophie's eyes widened at the realization. "N-No, I'm not a property to be owned" she raised her voice, standing up. He did not stopped her. "No, you are not just a property" he spoke, standing up as well. "You are my property" he spoke, taking steps towards her predictory. She stepped back until she hits the wall. He caged her to the wall using his arm. "No...that's illegal. Cops will get you definitely" she said it louder than she meant to. He continued to stare at her face. He chuckled darkly before speaking. "Getting brave, are we?" She quickly looked down, fearfully. "No...S-Sor -" she tried to explain but got cut off by a sudden kiss. He kissed her aggressively, she tried to pull away, push him but he was strong enough to pin her both arms above her head. Sophie, a 19-year-old with a colorful life, is kidnapped by Damian Russo, a mafia boss who becomes captivated by her innocence. As she struggles to escape, Sophie finds herself getting scared more and more as days passed. Will she break free from his grasp, or will she accept the cruelty of her fate? Read the story to find out.

Please tell me you have this seat pushed back for another reason" I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut. "I don't know you tell me" he repsonded and I give him a disgusted look. "Ain't no way you letting me sit in the seat you banged a bitch in" I cant "It's clean and you acting like you never had car sex before" he chuckled. More like none I stayed quiet and his eyes were on me. "Wait...you're a virgin" his eyes slightly widened like it was a shock to him. "Stay out of my business" I mugged him and fixed the seat. "With a face and body like that no doubt I would smash" he looked me up and down. "Except you ain't never gonna get a piece of this" I glide my hand down my chest with a smug look on my face. "We'll see"