Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

"Don't start something you can't finish Tesoro" with his deep Italian voice while walking up to me and putting his hands on my small waist "And why is that?." a confused face appears on my face trying to act dumb "Because it would be a shame to fuck you so hard that your screaming my name of pleasure in this bathroom with your father just in the other room don't try me Amara " A smirk appears on Leo's face as he whispers in my ear softly enough so I can hear "And what's stopping you exactly?" I smirk while looking straight into his chocolate brown lustful eyes Leo chuckles before smashing his lips into mine ~-----------------------------------------------~ 19-year-old Amara was told by her father that she will be in an arranged marriage with the one and only Lèonardo ademáro Valentinó the Italian Mafia boss to help her father's business Amara has never loved before do you think being married to Leonardo Valentino will change that? We will have to read and find out ~-------------------------------------------------~ MATURE CONTENT Contains: -Smoking -drinking - Sexual scenes Read at your own risk ~----------------------------------~ Best achievements<3: #1 Loveromance 12/25/22 #1 for tension 1/13/23 #1 for lust 1/18/23 #1 for best story ever 1/28/23 #1 for Valentino 2/14/23 #1 for forced 4/2/2023 #1 for spicy 8/8/23 Enjoy! Story by Aya ❤️

He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤- 𝕃𝕚𝕝 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 (𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤) 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 (𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕) 𝕎𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 (𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝) _________________________________________________________________________ "You're ours now." For A'maiya Jones, those words should have been a warning. As a Dallas influencer, she's used to everyone wanting a piece of her. But she's never met anyone like Taylor, Zaire, and Ron Ron. They move as one. They love as one. And now, they want her to be their four. From the high-energy bass of the club to the silk sheets of her quiet apartment, A'maiya is being pulled into a world of polyamorous passion and street-level loyalty. It's fast, it's intense, and it's crossing every boundary she ever had. Is she just the flavor of the week, or has she finally found the unit that will protect her from a world that only wants her for the "Gram"?

Zoni Adams, a resilient foster child with a jailed mother and an absent father, grows up navigating the streets until she's taken in at thirteen by Miss Atkins, the only person who ever truly cared for her. After tragedy strikes, Zoni's path unravels, caught between her abusive first love, Trevor (T5), and the dangerous pull of Samson "Blitz" Williams and Blair "Blu" Sinclair. two reckless decisions sends her life spiraling in ways she never imagined.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a new teacher walks into a classroom she prayed for, a mother watches her family shift beneath her feet, and a man with blood on his hands tries to keep them clean. until feelings get tangled, truths unravel, and love starts showing up in places it shouldn't.

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Prosper Klarity Athens was supposed to say I do to the man she loved-until the doors of her wedding burst open and a stranger with a devil's smile claimed her as his wife. Kapone Symeer St. James doesn't ask. He takes. And what he takes has already been promised to him in blood. Bound by a vow made before Prosper ever took her first breath, she's forced into a marriage she never agreed to with a man who rules California's streets by fear alone. Kapone is power, control, and calculated violence-everything Prosper swore she'd never bow to. But when lies, betrayal, and obsession start bleeding from inside her own family, Prosper is forced to confront the truth: The real danger isn't the man who claimed her... It's the ones who want to destroy what she's becoming. In a world where love is lethal, loyalty is bought in blood, and obsession is the purest form of devotion-Prosper must decide if she'll keep running from the darkness... Or sit beside it on the throne.

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"