Raelyn Valmont thought the gala was the end of it. A few fake smiles, a signed contract, and she'd never have to see the three heirs of Cavarel again. Then her father shipped her off to a private island. With them. For bonding. Now she's trapped in paradise with three men who look like sin in silk-and treat her like she's both the challenge and the reward. It was supposed to be business. Not whispered dares, wandering hands, and lines that blur faster than she can redraw them. She's not falling. She's just... tied up

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

"Laurent, it will do you well to understand that Salina is not yours anymore. She is mine. These insults you throw her way, they affect me. These," he gripped Salina's face a bit roughly. Squeezing her cheeks and tilting her chin to show the tear stains on them, glistening in the light. "These tears, they are mine. Choose your next words carefully in reference to my woman." •• Dominik Ivanov needs a wife. Or rather, does he simply want one? The Russian Devil is feared by many and known by none. When the devilish man is searching for a wife, Salina didn't once assume it would be her. But when she ends up in a courthouse signing her life away, she can't help but wonder if there's a bright side to this all. ~ When the devil finds himself obsessed, what more can he do but corrupt her? #2 in dangerouslove |10/23/23|

Hayden knew that what she was about to do would change everything, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't put up a fight but, rather, welcomed the catastrophic events with anticipation. Just one touch would make her give in. It was only after her mistake that she realised she was in too deep but there was no escape.

Ana goes on a week long camping trip with a group of friends for their fall break. Little does she know things are about to take a turn in ways she never imagined. ... He watched her, and now he wants her. He has no plans on letting her go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spotting a lamp, I grabbed its glass base, and slammed it against the table. It shattered the end. I raised it up towards him, the sharp ends glinting from the sunlight. He let out a breath before kicking the door shut behind him with a foot. His sharp gaze never left mine. "Stay away from me." I warned. He stalked towards me. "You will regret not heeding my warning." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ! This story is a dark romance, including themes such as murder, kidnapping, forced proximity, some non-consensual acts, etc. !

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories - Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Mask, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and bright dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

Eden Amato was the treasured baby of her family. She knew what her life was like, but her family allowed a level of ignorance towards it. Until her 18th birthday, when she was suddenly married to Jackson Walsh, the soon-to-be leader of the Walsh Clan. As the wedding date approaches, Eden realizes things aren't as simple as they seem. She soon finds herself in over her head, marrying all three of the Walsh brothers. Betrayal runs deep, making for some interesting developments. Will she be able to love all three? Or will lust rule the relationship, leaving no room for love? ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ I pulled all my hair to one side to adjust my necklace, when I felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped and turned, startled to see Callum standing behind me. "What're you doing?" I say, trying to shrug him off. But my shock turns to borderline terror when he plants a kiss at the base of my neck. I freeze, not knowing what's happening. My fiance is sitting across from me and his brother is kissing me. And no one in my family is here. If they find out, they'll either kill him or me. "You smell so sweet, Eden." His hand grasps my jaw, tilting my head to the side for better access. I stop moving, not out of fear, but something else. This doesn't feel bad. "Did you like that, Eden? Because there will be a lot more of that." I turn to look at Jackson, who is smirking slightly. "I'm not the only one you're marrying, Eden. You'll be marrying all 3 of us." I stop breathing all together.

"Run, little lamb. Before I fuck you." ~~~~~ Luna Ayre seemed to have the worst luck in existence... haven been wed to an abusive jerk who silenced her cries with pain... and now she couldn't speak. But once she was finally free of him, she found herself falling into another monster's web, and his cage could never be opened. He was a killer, a player, a stalker. He captured her the very night she left her husband... and then he let her go. But little did she know, he hid in the shadows everywhere she went. He wanted to watch her, study her, grow obsessively possessive over her, kill anyone who touched her. So he waited two years, he, her shadow, kept waiting. Waiting patiently to destroy her. To eat his lamb alive.