EDITED _________ Moving to Italy was supposed to be Elena Hayes' fresh start. At twenty years old, she leaves behind her life in Britain to chase independence, ambition, and a successful future in luxury real estate. Italy was beautiful. Warm. Exciting. Until she met Matteo De Luca. CEO of Italy's most elite real estate empire by day- feared Sicilian mafia don by night. The moment Matteo sees Elena, obsession takes root. What begins as stolen glances and quiet control quickly turns into something far more dangerous when Elena is kidnapped and locked inside a luxurious mansion with only one terrifying truth waiting for her: She belongs to Matteo now. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Elena finds herself trapped between fear and attraction as Matteo becomes more possessive, more protective, and more obsessed with making her his willingly. But in the mafia world, obsession is deadly. And when Matteo's most dangerous enemy takes interest in Elena too, their marriage becomes the center of a dangerous war neither of them can escape. Because monsters don't fall in love gently. They destroy everything to keep what's theirs.

[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY] The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted. Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees. He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge. They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide. He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear. The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.

❛ he had loved her for years, centuries, eons even. he had loved her from the very first touch, from the very first word upon her sweet lips. ❜ all grayson had ever wanted was his chryssie.

"You call me your safe heaven, Sunflower. You think I hold your hand because I'm a good friend. I hold it because the second you step out of my sight, the static in my head gets so loud I have to butcher someone just to make it stop. You are the only quiet thing in my mind. If you ever try to leave me in the dark, I will drown this entire fucking city in so much blood you'll have no choice but to slip right back into my arms." - Landon Ashford To Hazel Bloom, Landon Ashford is a saint. He is her safe haven, her best friend, and Ardencrest's flawless Golden Prince. She has absolutely no idea she is holding the leash to a psychopath. Behind his polite smiles, Landon is a feral predator biologically tethered to her presence. Hazel thinks her bullies simply leave campus; she doesn't know Landon is slaughtering them in the alleyways. She thinks he's just fiercely protective; she doesn't know he hacks her vitals to listen to her heartbeat just to survive the night. Landon has orchestrated a flawless, blood-soaked illusion so her gentle heart never has to touch the dark. But when the mask inevitably slips, Hazel will realize her sanctuary is a cage. He isn't hiding her from the monsters. He is the monster. And he is on his knees for her. "The Golden Prince | 18+" is the second book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.{Can be read as a standlone}

"No jay.. you can't.." His expression darkens at her words. He drops his hand from her cheek and takes a step back, the knife still clutched in his hand. "He took something from me that I can never get back, angel. Something precious." His voice is filled with a quiet, seething rage. He steps closer again, his eyes flashing with an intense obsession. "He took you away from me. He made sure our families were enemies. I can't forgive that." "I didn't want to marry Liam my dad.." Her voice breaks. His expression softens for a moment, his thumb unconsciously brushing over her lips. "Shh, I know. You never wanted Liam. You wanted me. Your dad forced this engagement on you just to keep us apart." His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he leans down, his voice barely a whisper. "And now, you're engaged to Liam. The thought of you with him... it makes me fucking insane." His eyes burn with a possessive intensity. "I can't let that happen, angel." "I'm sorry..." She whispers, her voice low and quiet afraid. scared. His expression cracks, revealing a deep vulnerability beneath the madness and obsession. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." His thumb strokes her pulse point as he closes his eyes briefly. "I'm the one who should be sorry... for what I'm about to do." Tropes: Emo x Softie. Obsessed psycho Mafia x Innocent Collage student. Enemies to lovers. Obsessive Love/Possessive Hero. Captor/Captive. Damaged Heroine/ SurvivorHeroine. Forced Proximity. Morally Gary Hero. Beauty and the beast. Touch her and die. Dark protector x Quiet beauty. ⚠️ This story contains mature and dark themes including obsession, emotional manipulation, murder, psychological trauma, kidnapping, toxic relationships, blurred consent, violence, and morally gray characters. This is a work of fiction. It does not romanticize abuse, but explores flawed characters in dark, extreme situations. Please read responsibly, and protect your peace. 💔

Naomi Monet was a normal American girl living in residential New York. Her life was average; she had a boyfriend, family, dog, was attending university- when it suddenly wasn't. She was plucked from the streets and forced into a completely different life, being trafficked by a multi-million dollar company. And her captor? A morally grey man who goes by the name Brandon, tasked to keep her healthy, happy, and trapped. Will she continue to fight against his control over her? Or succumb to a mental decay which seems to slowly be convincing her that he 'cares for and protects' her? ________________________________________________ "So you're my handler, but are you also the one who kidnapped me?" He drew his gaze away from mine, back to his computer screen and nodded. "Yes." My heart sank. I was hopeful that maybe he wasn't the one who committed the act, but was only assigned to me after the fact. That way I could hold on to the hope that he's not an entire monster. Now I can see that he is, all the way down to the core. I swallowed my fear as I recalled the sensations that came over me when his hand wrapped around my mouth. A moment I'll never ever forget. "U-uhm why, why me?" I stuttered as I feared he'd snap at me for all my questions, but instead he closed his laptop and sat back in his chair. "Because you're pretty."

*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

Lila thought escaping her past would lead to freedom. But when she arrives in New York, she quickly learns that freedom is a fragile illusion. Pulled into a world of power, danger, and manipulation, she meets Damien-a man whose dark charm and sinister desires threaten to swallow her whole. Damien isn't just dangerous; he's irresistible, and as Lila's feelings shift between fear and desire, she realizes the man she's trying to escape may be the one to destroy her. As her life spirals into chaos, Lila must navigate a maze of violence, temptation, and betrayal, unsure of what is real or if she even wants to leave. Trapped in a web of his making, Lila faces a choice: fight to preserve what little is left of herself or surrender completely to the man who claims her body-and her soul. Warning: This story contains dark themes, violence, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

A love story carved in blood. A game she was never supposed to win. A monster who never expected to lose. She came to this city to disappear. To start over. To be no one. But the city doesn't care what she wants. Girls like her don't get second chances. Girls like her go missing. She should have been afraid when she saw him- The man in the shadows. The predator with a smile like a blade. The killer who should have been her end. But she didn't scream. She laughed. And that? That was her first mistake. Now, he won't let her go. Now, he has to break her. Now, he needs to see her beg. The worst part? She wants him to try.