📖 Title: Crimson Debts Genre: Mafia BL / Dark Romance / Enemies-to-Lovers / Forced Proximity The Characters Kaelen "Kae" Thorne (The Enforcer/Heir): Cold, ruthless, and meticulously organized. He's the feared second-in-command and heir to one of the city's most powerful crime families. He values loyalty and payment above all else. He has a piercing gaze that rarely shows emotion but can cut through anyone. He's known for getting what he wants, one way or another. Julian "Jules" Vane (The Reluctant Pawn): Bright, artistic, and fiercely independent, but burdened by his family's struggles. He works hard, trying to keep his father's small, struggling art gallery afloat. He's sharp-tongued and doesn't back down easily, even when facing a terrifying figure like Kaelen. The Core Plot Julian's father, desperate to save his failing gallery, makes a fatal mistake: he borrows a substantial sum from the Thorne syndicate, believing he can pay it back quickly. When the deadline arrives, the gallery is still bleeding money, and his father is nowhere near repayment. Kaelen, known for his unyielding pursuit of debts, personally arrives to collect. Julian, trying to protect his ailing father from the syndicate's brutal methods, steps forward and offers himself. He makes a desperate deal: he will work off his father's debt, whatever it takes, for as long as it takes. Kaelen, intrigued by Julian's courage and perhaps a flicker of something in his defiant eyes, agrees. But his terms are harsh: Julian will become his personal assistant/manservant, bound to his side, privy to the syndicate's dark operations, and under Kaelen's absolute control until the debt is paid.

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

A dangerous, obsessive stud with a dark past becomes infatuated with a soft, feminine woman trying to escape her toxic ex. What starts as protection turns into possession. The stud doesn't share. The femme doesn't know how to stop craving the chaos.

Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

This story includes BDSM and is recommended for 18+ and mature audiences. Damon Steele. It's all Cyrus Frehley has known for the past year. Cyrus watches, follows, and all around stalks Damon - "sometimes." Cyrus loves Damon's personality, sense of fashion, tattoos, face, voice, and of course Damon's super manly man body. Cyrus wishes he could see the man naked, but he can only imagine that in his dreams since he'll never get to know Damon personally. Cyrus on the other hand is a stick compared to Damon. He's what people call a "nerd" with his shaggy, black hair and black-framed glasses. He even uses his hair as an advantage to sneak peeks at Damon from afar during class. One Friday night, Cyrus decides to follow Damon out of campus grounds for the first time. He tails behind Damon and is not so surprised to watch him enter a club, but unfortunately for Cyrus, it's a club which only members are allowed to enter. So he buys a pass the very next day in hopes to see Damon and does, but it's not exactly what he expected to find. There on the ground kneeled a naked Damon - gagged, caged, and leashed. ‎𐮜𐮜𐮜 Warning: This story contains rape, not done to the main characters, but to two of the side characters later on in the story. This story is not very drama-filled nor plot heavy(?). I just kinda wanted to write a story with the two main characters' dynamic and do some "normal day-to-day" life sort of vibe. 6/16/25 - 11/7/25

Book 3 of The Fated Chronicles Nikola Amorenia has only ever known one thing for certain throughout his entire life - that Hagen Calderon was his. His to own, his to spoil, his to love, and his to control. His. Nikola wants nothing more in life than his other half, but his mate doesn't want him. Hagen Calderon doesn't want Nikola. He doesn't want his affections or his desperate attempts at ownership. He never did and never will. But after all these years, Hagen can't deny that even if he doesn't want Nikola, he is his mate. Now, Nikola's finally of age to claim him, which means Hagen's out of time and excuses. For the first time in their lives, Nikola doesn't have to hold back. Hagen thinks he'll break him, Nikola just might, or maybe...Nik will be the best thing to ever happened to him

I thought he saw me, the real me. Not just the body I tried to hide, or the insecurities I never showed. But the girl beneath it all. So I trusted him. Followed him. Loved him. Now I'm trapped in a house with no exits. No answers. No mercy. He says this is my life now. But the way he looks at me says otherwise. He wants to break me. Remake me. And if I want to survive... I might have to lose myself. 🚫🚫🚫18+🚫🚫🚫 This isn't a love story. Not the sweet kind. It's dark. Twisted. Addictive. The kind where the hero does unforgivable things- and you'll still find yourself wanting him. He's not safe. And neither is what you'll feel. Read at your own risk. You've been lured. 🖤 READ THE DISCLAIMER. THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR EVERYONE

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language