Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"

The night the kingdom of Elaria burned, the stars hid behind smoke and sorrow. Princess Isabella watched flames devour the world she had always known-her home, her people, her family. The roar of battle drowned the lullabies of her childhood, and the clash of steel stole away the innocence she had once carried like a fragile crown. And at the heart of the chaos stood Adrian. Not the mysterious stranger who had once stolen her heart in the town streets, but the ruthless general of Draven, leading the assault with unyielding fire in his eyes. His sword cut down her guards, his orders shattered her gates, and his betrayal pierced her heart deeper than any blade. That night, Isabella's world ended. Her parents fell before her eyes. Her kingdom was lost. Her heart, once soft and unguarded, was broken beyond repair. But she survived. From the ashes of grief, she made a different kind of vow: never again would she be trapped in a life she could not control. She would flee, escaping the ruins of her past to find safety and a chance to live. Not as a warrior seeking vengeance, but as a soul seeking survival, a life reclaimed from the shadows of loss. And though she did not know it then, destiny would one day bring her face to face with the man who had destroyed her life. The man who would become both her greatest enemy... and the one love she could never escape.

Loche's fury was a bit scary and I sat back as his eyes lit up a fiery orange-red. Uh oh. "You think...you think I almost burned down an entire kingdom for you Estelle and you think I have the mind to go stick my cock in someone I do not love?!" "I am only saying this because that is what-" "-No! You listen and you listen well. This cock will only be between your legs and lips! I love you, woman. Do not listen to what others have to say. Listen to me and see my actions. I will behead myself before I touch another woman." ----------------------- A sheltered fae Princess blossoming into a Queen. A dragon prince taking his rightful place as King . Lochelan Magnus Eukyra is many things, but a possessive husband was not what he thought he would be. How can this newly crowned dragon King keep his gentle fae Queen safe from himself and the brutal realities of life in his kingdom? What happens when he cannot keep her safe and concealed in his arms?

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

"Let me have your throat again," he beckons, and despite how airy and thin his voice is, it's still powerful enough to possess my soul. •◇••◇••◇••◇••◇• Princess Axelia is a human and warrior. She fights for her Kingdom even at the risk of her life and well-being. However, the enemy she pursues is a vampire Prince whose head is the only thing that will bring peace to her people and father after a betrayal between their Kingdoms. Prince Leonidas is no enemy to the Princess. If he fights, it is only to help restore her memories of him which have been stolen by her father. Will Axelia succeed in killing Leonidas before her memories return or will the love they once shared as children be strong enough to save both of their lives?

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

"Do you want to anger me, mate? Do you wish for me to bend you over this table and show you how much of a monster I can be?" In the northern mountains of Trellomar resides a kingdom that is cursed and inhabited by people imprisoned to turn into savage beasts once a month for all eternity. When young and naive Raena accidentally goes too far outside her village, she is met with the Cursed King himself, the one responsible for his kingdom's curse in the first place. Taken from her home and claimed by the Cursed King as his, Raena must adapt to a vicious world of dark magic and brutal secrets where nothing is ever as it seems. Raena was always told to fear the Cursed Kingdom. But there is so much more to be afraid of. ⭒ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Darkfantasy, #2 in Romance, #1 in Queen, #7 in Fiction, #1 in King, #1 in Lust, #1 in Lycan, #1 in Twistedromance, #1 in Dominance, #1 in Royalty, #2 in Adult, #2 in Darklove, #3 in Magic, #3 in Matureaudience, #4 in Dark, #5 in Curse, and #11 in Mate ⭒ This book contains MATURE CONTENT such as: cursing, violence, sexual content, and other themes that may not be suitable for all readers. More information can be found inside. Cover: @plasticparadox

❝There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞ Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical therapist living in the sunshine of Miami, is known for a delicate touch and dedication to her patients. Yet all the darkness that lies beneath her structured life is slowly unveiled when she's assigned to care for a mysterious patient recovering from complications of a severe injury. Unbeknownst to her, the patient is Aiden Accardi, the calculating and ruthless leader of the Accardi Crime Family, big players with decades of influence in the city. When Aiden invites Sophie to leave her public practice to work with him privately, she is suddenly entrenched into the viscious nature of the crime underworld. Her delicate touch becomes her very own weapon against the cold mafia leader, igniting a dangerous game. A game that has her in the hands of an insatiable man. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content #1 in #enemiestolovers - 01/12/2025 #4 in #romance - 10/03/2025 #17 in #darkromance - 03/26/2025

Lyra is one of four humans who awakens in a dazzling but dangerous world, lightyears from home. The stars are unfamiliar. The skies burn with twin moons. And Earth, as they knew it, is gone-erased by a cataclysm they can't explain. Somehow, the four of them have appeared where they shouldn't-even in theory. Declared anomalies by the Tharions, an advanced and war-forged alien race, the humans are placed under guarded observation. Assigned to watch over them is Kael Vel'Sar: heir to the throne, commander of the Royal Forces of Tharion Accord, and a figure whispered about more for his battlefield legend than his compassion. As Lyra begins to adjust to the new reality, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to Kael, whose loyalty to his people runs as deep as the scars of war across his skin. Kael is bound by tradition, honor, and blood. His duty is to protect his world, investigate the time-tossed humans, and report to the Council . But Lyra is unlike anyone he's ever met- curious, fearless and irresistibly human. Their chemistry ignites the moment they meet... a heat neither of them dares touch. Kael is forbidden to bond with an outsider. But Lyra is already a disruption to Tharion order. And because one kiss could shatter an empire. In a world where love between species is not just taboo but treason, Lyra and Kael must choose between their hearts and the fragile alliance that is all that stands between peace and extinction.

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.