"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

My eyes narrow. "What do you want? If it's just to annoy me, I'd much rather go back to sleep." "Ah, ah, pet," he says. My breath hitches at the name. Pet. What happened to my actual name? He's the nice one. Playful grins matched with a wink here and there but that smile is absent as he moves his forefinger back and forth in a chastising manner. "You were given three days to settle in. Your bratty behavior will no longer be tolerated." I can't help how my hands travel back to the safety of my shirt. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor beside their feet. "Kneel." * I hated the new world. Years ago, vampires left the shadows to devour what little light humans had left to offer. They didn't want peace-they wanted power. When I was sixteen, the government and leaders of the old world were overthrown to make way for the new. My family, my future, my freedom...gone. I hated vampires. Until them. *** Please read the first part of this story titled 'Before You Read' to get a better idea of what this book entails. This is not a book suitable for everyone.

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸- (𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛) 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛. (This is my first ever book, it gets better as it progresses trust me) Elena Rodriguez is a normal 20 year old, abused by her father but with one secret... She's been sold to the mafia, and forced in an arrangement. Leo Hernandez, is a 24 year old who runs the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when he sets his eyes on a girl and will do anything to make her his? What will happen when her father sells her to Leo as a way to get money? What will happen when an enemy of Leo's find out about Elena? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why do you get so worked up if another man even looks at me let alone touches me?!" I shout in his face making it clear that I want a straight up answer. "Because your mine! Your my wife!" He exclaims. "Your so bipolar I swear" I mutter under my breath looking down at my hands. "What did you just say to me?" He pins me against the glass shower wall, holding my hands above my head. Oh shit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First few chapters aren't too good but they get better I promise. (I hope) I'm not a good writer so please don't hate, I was just writing for fun, and somehow it got views! This is a fast paced love story! - This is the first book I have ever written so please keep in mind of the bad grammar.- Tw- Strong language Mature themes Some sensitive subjects

"I don't want your love, Printsessa. I want your obedience." To end a brutal blood war between two ruthless empires, Elena Romano is forced into a marriage she never chose with Dante Morozov, the Bratva's most feared heir. He is cold, calculating, and untouchable. A man who rules through violence and silence, whose stare cuts sharper than any blade. From the moment they wed, Dante makes one thing clear: Elena is not his wife-she is the price of peace. But peace was never his intention. As enemies close in and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Dante's dangerous obsession shifts from control to possession. His protection is suffocating. His devotion, lethal. And Elena-the woman who swore she'd never love a man drenched in blood begins to notice the cracks beneath his armour... especially when his hands tremble every time her life is threatened. In a world of mafia wars, forced marriage, and deadly secrets, one truth becomes unavoidable: You don't escape the man who owns your heart. Or the man who owns your life. Dark Mafia Romance | Forced Marriage | Possessive Anti-Hero | Enemies to Lovers | Bratva x Mafia If you think you can survive Dante Morozov... think again.

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ••••• 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 has been through hell. At age six, she was kidnapped and gone through the unimaginable. After half a year she was rescued and brought back alive yet with many scars covering her body and soul. At age nineteen, she was pushed into a marriage with a man she didn't love. A man that didn't even glance her way. At age twenty, she became a widow. A year after her marriage, her husband died in a brutal attack. Now, she is forced to marry the man she hates the most. The older brother of her deceased husband. ••••••

Sofia Moretti thought Nico de Luca has hated her since they were kids. With his cold demeanour and icy stares, it was no wonder she thought so. But the line between love and hate is all too thin, and it isn't long before Nico's obsession is revealed...

WARNING: R18+! CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCE. "I am your king. The one who owns you, body and soul. Kneel for me Clara, and I will worship you like the queen you are." - - - - - - - - - - - - - Born as the result of an affair between her mother and a tycoon, Clara's life was always bound in misery. Her mother, now living in luxury with her affair partner, threw her at her husband's care. Since then, her 'father' has subjected her to pain and abuse, coloring her with bruises and blood, things his wife could've had. At 21, she was sold off her by father to a prostitution house. But before her buyer could even get a taste of her, she escaped. Unfortunately, she was caught by her father and broke her like the 'toy she was'. In the midst of it all, she was found by none other than the cold tyrant prince who bound her soul to his. Viktor Silverthorn, the crown prince of Aurbourne, belong to a family of twisted traditions consisting of pain and pleasure. The moment his eyes found the young girl, he knew that he will own her, wrap her in gold chains, use her and worship her. Will Clara accept the life of endless submission or will she endure the hardships of her origin? - - - - - - - - - - - - - Photo not mine. Credits to its original owner/s. #1 in Ownership (07-25-25) #1 in Dominance (07-26-25) #1 in Public Play (07-27-25) #1 in Humiliation (07-28-25) #1 in Submission (07-29-25) #1 in Worship (07-31-25)

In the city of Rome, where blood runs beneath marble floors and monsters wear silk suits... one girl will wake the Devil. And he'll never let her go. --- Massimo D'Angelo rules the Italian underworld with iron fists and ice in his veins. At just 26, he's built an empire from shadows, sin, and savagery. He doesn't love. He doesn't trust. He doesn't give second chances. Women to him are nothing more than toys-disposable, forgettable, meaningless. Mercy? Never heard of her. He's the most feared Mafia boss in the world, the kind of man who doesn't just make enemies disappear-he makes their legacies vanish too. Until her. Sofia Bellani, 19, is everything Massimo despises: innocent, kind, full of light. A gifted violinist from the countryside, she comes to Rome chasing a dream... and stumbles straight into a nightmare. She plays music like she's never known pain-but after crossing paths with Massimo, pain becomes all she knows. He should've silenced her. Erased her like all his other problems. But he doesn't. He keeps her. Not because he cares. Not because he feels. But because there's something about her he can't control-and Massimo D'Angelo doesn't lose control. Ever. --- What begins as captivity spirals into obsession. What starts in fear ignites something darker. And what blooms between them is not love- ...it's a war neither of them will win. Because when the Devil falls, he drags the whole world down with him.

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead

"Hey-" the attractive man began to yell as he climbed out of his car. He assumed the woman would see his face and know who he was. But there was no recognition. The stranger didn't know that she almost got hit by Cooper Grant. When he saw her face his mind went blank, his previous sentence forgotten. This poor stranger that almost got run over by his car, was absolutely beautiful. She looked so scared standing in the middle of the road in her little pink dress. To his dismay the cars behind them started to honk their horns and the girl seemed to snap out of her shock. "Sorry!" the scared young woman shouted back sheepishly before running across the road to the safety of the sidewalk. Cooper had to find out who she was. _______________________ Cooper Grant is the leader of the most infamous gang in LA. He is cruel and heartless, his satisfaction is the only thing he cares about. He meets Natalie and becomes obsessed with her. He takes her from her normal life and brings her into his world of pain and danger. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SEX Cover Pic by DevilishWritings