It takes a monster to destroy a monster. --- Monte Soren's world shatters when his family receives a parcel containing his older brother's dismembered body. The note inside, written in his brother's final moments, seems innocent. But Monte keeps rereading it, haunted by its words. The letter leads him to a man known only as Ser Risky-a name whispered in criminal circles. Risky doesn't just kill. He manufactures chaos. His latest creation? A drug that can induce pregnancy in anyone, regardless of age or gender. And lately, Risky's obsession has found a new target. ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ - Non-consensual sexual content - Mpreg via experimental drug - Drug use and chemical manipulation - Graphic violence and body horror - Criminal activity including murder, kidnapping, and illegal experimentation

Tropes: psycho vigilante, touch him and die, reciprocal obsession, stalking but in a good way, vigilante justice, psychopath falls in love, mxm, first times, bi-awakening, gay for you, not as straight as i thought i was, trauma bonding Oliver and Zachary have no one but each other. In a foster home on an isolated plot of land, their bond was carved deeper and deeper with each new day of neglect and abuse by their foster parents. During an escape attempt gone wrong, they are torn apart, each believing the other to be dead. Wracked with grief, the two boys have to figure out what it means to live without each other. Oliver ends up on the streets, while Zachary ends up adopted by a man with wicked intentions. Over ten years later, Oliver and Zachary manage to share the same pastime - hunting and culling deadly criminals. Oliver focuses on his small neighborhood, running a "neighborhood watch" from his run-down motorcycle shop. Zachary focuses on the whole city, helping his two new adopted brothers, each with psychological issues of their own, to navigate what it means to have a code of ethics despite their shared psychopathy. When hunting the same elusive new crime boss in their city, the two finally cross paths.

"You're mine, Julian. And no one, and I mean No. One. Touches what's mine." •THE OBSESSED I'm Obsessed. I can't control it. His body. His heart. His life. I want it all. I want him. He's mine. And nothing's going to stop me from claiming what's mine. Not even him. I am his professor. It's wrong. Unholy. Forbidden. But even my name is a sin in itself. •THE OBSESSION All I ever wanted was a normal life. A one where I study, play in my band's concerts, and live a happy, decent life. A one where I'm no one's fixation. But he teared that dream apart and made me watch it burn. Made me watch as he became the king of ashes. My ashes. My stalker, my shadow, the man who's obsessed with me. The man who suffocates me In the best way possible. I'm his obsession. And he won't stop until I'm his. Nothing but a possession of his. He wants to own my body, my life, and most importantly, my heart. Nothing can stop him. Not even me. A Sinner's Obsession is a dark MM romance featuring an unhinged man who has an obsession, and won't stop until he claims it. If you want to see who wins in this war of desire and logic, click on that first chapter and believe me, you won't regret it! Marked mature for sexual scenes (smut/spice) And for violent scenes (NOT BETWEEN THE MAIN LEADS) and a LOT of other stuff. For a more detailed list of trigger warnings check the author's note which is right before the first chapter. All rights reserved to me, Prettywild. Happy reading! XOXO <3

Ye Joon died and got reincarnated into the body of a villain who's destined to die at a young age. But Ye Joon was no pushover idiot. Warning: Rpe, imprisonment, obsessive/yandere characters. This book is NOT romanticizing these things. I wrote this book based (half) on my experiences! ______ For Anyone wondering, this is a reupload cus wattpad removed the og one. (better grammar and plot ig)

Mark was the definition of ordinary. He was content with his quiet life, his simple desk job, and the comfort of blending into the background of a bustling city. He never wanted to be noticed. But beauty can become a curse when it catches the eye of a predator.. One look was all it took for Daniel Rousseau to decide that Mark was meant to be his wife. His possession. In a single night, Mark's world is ruined. Dragged into a high-floor gilded cage overlooking the city, he is forced to adapt to a life filled with dark obsession, intense possessiveness, and a man who rules with absolute control. For six months, Mark fights tooth and nail, refusing to let his spirit break beneath Daniel's crushing grip. But soon, he finds another man even more broken than himself a man who has completely lost hope. Now, Mark decides to set him free from this bloody cage. How far will he go to buy his freedom? And when you pretend to give in to the madness, how do you stop yourself from actually falling into it?

He was only 16 years old... a boy with eyes full of nothing but love and innocence. He loved drawing little worlds on paper, loved old cartoons that made him giggle softly, loved clutching his favorite teddy bears against his chest whenever the nights felt too loud. The outside world was never something he truly understood. To him, people were supposed to be kind. Words were supposed to mean exactly what they said. Love was supposed to feel safe. His world was small just his brother, his home, his routines, and the quiet comfort of familiarity. But the real world was nothing like the one inside his head. It was cruel. Manipulative. Rotten beneath smiling faces. And Ishan never saw the monster coming. One person entered his life, and suddenly everything turned dark. The colors in his drawings faded. The cartoons stopped making him laugh. Even his room no longer felt safe at night. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't understand why his chest hurt whenever footsteps came closer... why his hands trembled... why his body froze in fear. He wanted to tell someone. He tried so many times. But the words would never come out properly. Because Ishan was different. Because he was scared. Because he didn't even fully understand what was happening around him. How he was being caged by a monster. A devil. He only knew that something felt wrong... and that every day the darkness kept swallowing more of him whole. So he stayed quiet. Until.........

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

What will you do when your identity no longer matters because your long lost twin is dead, and now you must become him? When they force you to live inside his skin, wear his clothes, speak his name... and worst of all, pretend to love his HUSBAND like he did? But how long until pretending turns into obsession? How long until the lies turn into need? Would you break his legs just to make sure he can never leave you? Would you drug his tea, just to hear him whisper your name in his sleep? Is that still love... or something far worse? But love doesn't ask for permission. Love doesn't care for boundaries. So the question is WILL YOU care when your obsession starts tasting like love? . . Nico's trembling hands struggled with the massive iron lock. Sweat dripped from his forehead, He looked over his shoulder once, twice, again until the sound of deliberate footsteps echoed from the hallway. "Baby... why are you trying to leave me?" Ethan's voice curled like smoke behind him. "Come here." Nico turned, body frozen, blood cold. "L-Let me go! You........you tricked me! I'll go to the police!" Ethan tilted his head slightly... and then the entire mansion shuddered under the weight of his "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" Laughter

Every story has a villain. And we grow up believing villains never win. That they are punished, destroyed. But when the villain wins... then??? . . This book has no fairytale, no happy ending... only a dark love story twisted with obsession, running, caging, torturing, and everything that drags you into the shadows. The description isn't nice I know. I was too lost inside the prologue I didn't even get time to shape these words. But if you want to read about love turned into chains, about obsession about torture then read this story. And after you read the prologue... if you want to write a description for me you can. I'll add it🤞🏻

Presley had it all, a loving family, great support, a great pack behind him. One thing he didn't have was his mate by his side. After seven years of not finding his mate, he had finally given up. He buried himself into his work, becoming one of the most ruthless alpha's known. His shell cracks when he finds his mate, prancing through a field of flowers. This is book two to the series, can be read as a stand alone, but I do recommend checking out The Omega's Mate? first, to get a feel on my writing.