This was never just an experiment. This was obsession. Yara Veil is broke, desperate, and numb-until she signs a contract that will change her forever. She becomes Subject YV in a neurological experiment designed to control the pleasure center of the brain. The lab is cold. The machines are precise. And Dr. Adrian Roth? Brilliant, ruthless, untouchable. But the deeper the experiment goes, the more the lines blur-between pleasure and pain, science and desire, control and surrender. What begins as data collection becomes something far more dangerous. Because now... neither of them wants to stop. ⚠️ Dark romance. Psychological thriller. Intense power play, emotional dependency, and forbidden desire. Reader discretion is advised.

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now she doesn't want to be saved- she wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum-the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable-pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. This is not just a dark love story. This is a surrender. ---- ***Please read trigger warnings list at the beginning of the book! This is a very dark romance!*** Your mental health matters ❤️

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?

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Kameron Springfield can't wait to graduate high school and flee her small town. She's focused on graduating and getting into college. But after one too many drinks and a party, she falls into a game of dares. Dares that lead her right into the arms of the school's notoriously handsome playboy, Axel Conynghim. A new side to her is unlocked when Axel spontaneously, and unexpectedly makes a move. A kiss. One that was unforgettable. Getting involved with him is nothing but a path to misery. But when he touches her with a fiery hand and amorous lips... The desire, the lust, and the burning passion all begin to CONSUME Kameron, and the attraction she develops for Axel leads her down a road she'll never come back from. __ This book is for MATURE audiences. It contains smut, foul language, and sensitive topics, that may be triggering for some readers. Pay attention to disclaimers before any explicit scenes, as well as the summary in the Prologue for further details. __ BOOK ONE of the "CONSUME&DEVOUR" series.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

Georgia is the poster-child werewolf hunter. With two wolf-drained parents, she has cause to rally so aggressively against the half-human half-wolf beasts. Her skill is legendary which means it is no surprise when she is assigned to cut off the head of the beast. She must kill Ajax, King of the Werewolves. The only problem is a handsome stranger who keeps getting in the way.

Calliope has one job: to hunt the supernatural terrorizing mankind. What she never anticipates is being drawn to the same creature she seeks to end. ** An outcast to her kind, Calli is well-seasoned on taking the dirtiest jobs the angel blood can find. However, she'll find this one takes the cake on being the worst of all. Sinclair Black, the infamously sex-fueled playboy, is assigned as her next victim. Unbeknownst to her, the upper-level incubus also reins as the city's most notorious hitman. To survive his wrath, Calli finds herself in a soul-bond that will only break when she repays a debt. Now she'll just have to fulfill her end as his pet before her divine brethren find out--or survive the grave consequences that come with betraying their sacred bloodline. Once she pays her due, she'll be free, but first, she'll need to wrestle the biggest challenge of all: resisting the wicked temptation that is Sinclair Black. ** {18+} #1 paranormal (2/4) #1 enemieswithbenefits (12/24) #1 gangs (1/21) #2 badboy (4/10) #1 obsessive (8/3) #1 darkromance (2/22)