Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Marlon Brando asks a favor of Rose Taylor, a woman of color, to participate in a staged arranged marriage with him. Scandal arises from Marlon's drastic decision. Things get heated as they realize that things aren't so artificial at all. #2 in #brando #20 in #1950s Warning: 18+ sexual themes

Kalista brown. A girl or should we say a black girl. Was always picked by some people from the start for her chubby body appearance. But since she has some crackhead gang with her. She feels strong. Cause she is strong. In college she and her friends are like known for being a crackhead. Always doing something different and known for going to principal's office for their doings. They always pull each other a prank and give them a dare. But what happens when one day kalista is told to do something very unusual by her friends which might change her life forever. Maxim abakumov. A man from Russia. Known for being the greatest mafia leader ever. He is respected by everyone and if not then there would be a pool of blood. He is the definition of demon. Doesn't gives a fuck about what people think about him. All he knows is that he is Maxim abakumov "The greatest". ---------------------- " Hello my dorogoy." I heard the man come to my side and say it on my ear. I shivered when he let out a breath beside me. " H- hello." I said and bowed to him. This man here radiates an energy that says "run". " Do you know you are the first woman I've ever waited for in my whole fucking life." I gulped hard when I heard him cursing. Oh my god. Oh my god what have I gotten myself into. " Now should we complete what we left that day." I looked up at him shocked only for him to looked down at me smirking. All copyrights © reserved by @darkbeneathlight #1in psycho thriller 23/1/2022 This story contains some abusive, dark and sexual contents. 🔞🔞⚠️⚠️. Please read at your own risk.

Some stories are carved in violence. Others are frosted in secrets. This one is both. Set against the backdrop of mist-covered hills and shadows that never quite stay buried, Blood & Buttercream is a tale of sharp tongues, forbidden glances, and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission. At its center is a woman who builds beauty from broken things-and a man who's never known softness that didn't come with a warning. There's no safe way to touch power. No clean way to love someone drenched in it. But once fate sets the table, everyone must eat. This isn't just a romance. It's a reckoning wrapped in silk and gunpowder. Welcome to a world where loyalty is sacred, family is everything, and love... love is the most dangerous game of all.

Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have him meet the the caring and sweet Gabrielle. He instantly disliked the young girl, hating everything about her. But when his hate turns into something more... something deeper, will he be able to control the obsession he soon has over her Warning: This is a dark novel and will have a lot of mature scenes. It will have also a lot of disturbing scenes such as violence, abuse, and other sensitive topics. This is not for people with soft hearts. Meant for 18+

....where only one thing is required: your silence

Old version got removed, a lot of new changes!! Put on HOLD!!! Description : 'so this is love mmm~' There's not escape for people like me, bad luck attached to them like gun stuck to the bottom of a shoe. But I guess as much as he was bad for me as he was good too, in so many ways. Dancing in his kitchen a chain attached to my ankle, never felt more at peace. I was contempt being his obsession no matter how crazy he got. Because being with him was much much more safer than what was waiting for me outside those two doors. ~ the story of Aaira and Aleksie

MATURE CONTENT +18 "Why do you always defy me, Olivia?" he whispered on my skin, lightly nibbling, and biting my neck, which caused goosebumps to appear on my skin. His hold around my waist got stronger. "I want to punish you so bad." He pushed himself closer to my body, forcing me to feel every inch of his stone hard body since I was stuck between him and the wall behind me. "Mm?" he mumbled as he left feathery wet kisses on my neck down to my collarbone. Kisses that strangely made my knees weak. His warm breath left my neck when he abruptly stepped back. He stared blankly at my brown eyes. "Now get the fuck out of my room."

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited