„Entweder du setzt dich auf mein Gesicht oder du wirst nicht mehr sitzen können, bella" Das war kein Hinweis, sondern eine Drohung. Ich sollte ihn hassen. Doch je näher er mir kommt, desto lauter verrät mein Körper, was mein Verstand verleugnet. Zwischen Macht, Abhängigkeit und Begehren beginne ich ein Spiel, dessen Regeln ich nicht kenne und bei dem der Einsatz weit mehr ist als nur Geld. Tagsüber bin ich eine ganz normale Studentin. Nachts spiele ich mit Männern Das Einzige was ich kann, was mein Studium finanziert. Bis er auftaucht. Matteo Ich schwöre mir, ihn auf Abstand zu halten. Aber jeder Blick, jede Berührung bringt meinen Körper zum Brennen, während mein Verstand verzweifelt nach einem Ausweg sucht. Und bald weiß ich nicht mehr, ob ich ihn fürchte - oder ob ich längst verloren habe

"It's okay if you dont like me not everyone has good taste." (Fmc: Alexandra Sokolov) "He was born to rule." (Mmc: Roman Morozov) She was never supposed to be part of his world. Alexandra Sokolov has spent her life surrounded by power, danger, and expectations she never agreed to-especially the one that ties her to Roman Morozov, the ruthless fighter and future Pakhan who's been watching her longer than she's been willing to admit. What starts as forced proximity and unwanted promises quickly turns into something neither of them can control. Between family loyalty, violent pasts, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, Alexandra is pulled into a world where love and danger blur into one. Roman doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't walk away. And when he decides she's his, nothing-not her anger, not her fear, not even her own plans-seems strong enough to keep them apart. But in a world built on control, obsession, and blood-stained loyalty, falling for him might be the most dangerous thing she's ever done.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

"ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴇɴᴅs. ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴏᴏɴ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ." [sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1 - ???] ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄx ᴄᴏɴʀᴀᴅ ꜰɪsʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄx ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴏᴄ

𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓸 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 || BEENDET| 22.01.26|| Nicht überarbeitet! Er ist die Gefahr, vor der sie ihr ganzes Leben lang gewarnt wurde. Und der einzige Mann, dem ihr Herz nicht entkommen kann. Die Medizinstudentin Seraphina Rinaldi wollte nur das Falsche zur falschen Zeit machen: ein streitendes Paar vor einem Club ignorieren, weitergehen, nicht hinsehen. Doch als der Mann plötzlich zusammenbricht und sie instinktiv hilft, erkennt sie zu spät, wer er ist - und wer im Schatten auf sie wartet. Der verletzte Fremde entpuppt sich als Adriano Morello, jüngster Sohn eines gefürchteten Mafiafamilienoberhaupts. Und sein älterer Bruder Matteo, kalt, berechnend und gefährlich kontrolliert, entscheidet, dass Seraphina zu viel gesehen hat. Sie verschwindet. - in den Händen eines Mannes, dessen Herz seit Jahren von Loyalität und Blutregeln ummauert ist. Während Adriano um sein Leben kämpft und ihre Welt immer tiefer in Intrigen, Machtspiele und Familiengeheimnisse rutscht, erkennt Matteo, dass Seraphinas Mut seine größte Bedrohung ist: Sie macht ihn menschlich. Und Menschlichkeit ist im Morello-Reich tödlich.

_________ In einer forensischen Hochsicherheitsklinik beginnt sie einen neuen Job. Mitten in einem Bereich, über den niemand gerne spricht. Dort gibt es einen Patienten in Block 7, der als unkontrollierbar gilt. Er spricht kaum, doch er beobachtet alles. Und mit ihrer Ankunft verändert sich etwas, das eigentlich nicht passieren sollte. Zwischen Regeln, Kontrolle und gefährlicher Nähe entsteht ein Spiel, in dem nicht mehr klar ist, wer wen beobachtet... oder wer die Kontrolle verliert. Start: 01.05.2026 Beendet: ??? _________

Sie arbeitet in der Psychiatrie. Er ist ihr neuer Patient und schweigt. Patient Nr. 313 eine leise, verbotene Nähe.

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School

(Alter Titel: Opfer, oder ganz was Anderes? ) (Überarbeitung: X markiert ;)) Jeder an dieser Schule hat Angst vor ihm. Er ist kein normaler Mobber. Er zerstört Leben - langsam, gezielt und ohne Reue. Und ausgerechnet mich hat er sich ausgesucht. Erst war es nur ein Spiel. Eine Ablenkung. Dann wurde es zu etwas, aus dem ich nicht mehr entkommen konnte. »Du gehörst mir«, flüsterte er. Und diesmal war es keine Drohung. Es war ein Versprechen. | Warnung: Enthält Themen wie: Erpressung, Mobbing, Gewalt, etc. Lesen auf eigene Gefahr | { Es ist eine meiner ersten Geschichten und das wird man auch merken. Trotzdem wünsche ich viel Spaß ;)}