「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette-lit, used, passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses-anonymous. Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break fucking bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 toxichero #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 hacker #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #4 broken #6 possessivehero #33 toxic #35 Dark romance #58 youngadult

Three years ago, Layla Worthington escaped a life of luxury-and a husband who nearly killed her. Dean Worthington, handsome billionaire CEO, is charming to the world... but cruel and controlling behind closed doors. After one violent night left Layla on the brink of death, she ran, determined never to let him find her again. Now, she's built a quiet life in Seaford, Delaware, working as a small-town doctor and finally tasting freedom. But Dean refuses to let her go. Consumed by obsession and regret, he's tracked her down, determined to reclaim what he believes is his, no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story features a deliberately soft submissive - leaning female lead. She is not your typical "strong, independent heroine." The male lead has a history of cheating and physically abusing her and the plot follows his attempt to win her back. This is the typical romance with some familiar tropes, so if redemption arcs, flawed male leads, and trope-heavy stories aren't your thing, this book is not for you. Thanks!

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐚"」 ── ❝ Aren't you just the cutest? ❞ ❝ Please... don't hurt me mister... ❞ ── 𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 has always been a good boy. He stays inside like his father tells him to, plays with his stuffed animals, and doesn't ask too many questions. The outside world is scary, and bad things happen when you disobey. But one day, everything changes. When a dangerous man with cold eyes and bloodstained hands comes to collect his father's debt, Etienne is taken away, locked inside a beautiful but terrifying mansion. A place where he's no longer a boy, but a possession. A fragile doll meant to be kept, owned and broken. No one told him monsters wear expensive suits. No one warned him that some cages are lined with gold. And no one warned him from 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 The Monster of Russia.

From the moment Aurora Romano could walk, she was warned to stay away from him. Luca De Luca - the ruthless heir to Italy's deadliest mafia family. Cold. Cruel. Deadly. And terrifyingly silent. He never spoke to her. Not a word. Not a glance. Not even when they were children playing in the same villa courtyard. While others chased her with laughter, he stood in the shadows, watching. Always watching. To her, he hated her. His silence screamed of disdain. His sharp gaze felt like a knife. His presence made her heart race-for all the wrong reasons. But what she didn't know was that Luca had been obsessed with her for years. From the moment she smiled at him when they were eight and he didn't know how to smile back. Now, ten years later, she's grown into a fierce beauty-still soft-hearted, still scared of him. And Luca? He's no longer just the quiet boy in the corner. He's a man feared by everyone, even his enemies. Ruthless. Heartless. Unforgiving. She thought he hated her. But the truth is far darker. He was never ignoring her. He was waiting.

UPDATE!! BOOK II: BOUND TO HIM IS NOW AVAILABLE!! NEW CHAPTER POSTED EVERY THURSDAY!!! *** It was supposed to be a simple trade off with her father but only it wasn't so simple. Not when they both were attracted to each other on levels they didn't understand. *** "What were you thinking was going to happen tonight?" I question, trying hard to conceal the surge of surprise she's brought on to me. She leans in closer to my face, her voice a seductive whisper "A one night stand". What the fuck? Is she trying to play some kind of a game with me? Because it's working, she keeps surprising me and I couldn't hate her more right now. My hand reaches out to grab her face, my cool skin feels uncomfortable over her warm cheeks. She leans into my touch, green eyes fixed on mine. "As much as I'd like to do that, I have an agenda for tonight" I pull my hand back unwillingly. "What agenda?" She looks at me as if I have grown another head. "I'm going to be honest here, I'm not taking you to have sex with you. This is a kidnapping" *** WARNING! CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEX SCENES, VIOLENCE! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Published Dec 10th 2025 Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

No Saints in Silk A dark mafia romance filled with blood, betrayal, and silk-threaded lies. In the American underworld, power doesn't roar; it whispers behind closed doors. Deals are signed with champagne toasts and sealed in blood. And at the heart of it all stands Milana Saint: rich, ruthless, raised by the Don of the Black Diamond Empire himself. She was born into legacy, trained to smile at kings and slit throats behind their thrones. But when a single gunshot shatters her loyalty-and the truth about her mother's death comes to light-Milana's not playing nice anymore. She's not the princess of this empire. She's the storm. Three men. One Greek. One Italian. One Japanese. All foreign. All dangerous. All pulling her deeper into a war they swore she'd never survive. One of them was sent to protect her. Another to use her. And the last? Might've already broken her without even touching her. Love was never supposed to be part of the equation, but in a world where loyalty gets you killed and legacy is written in blood, Milana learns fast: You can't trust family, You can't escape enemies. And you sure as hell can't fall in love. Not unless you're ready to lose everything. Forced proximity. Forbidden love. Power plays. Brutal betrayals. Deadly secrets. And three sinners who'd kill for her.