She was sweet, innocent and a typical teenager. He was evil, dangerous and a sadist. Psychotic Love. An unhealthy obsession for someone, they're constantly on their mind and they would do anything psychotic and crazy just to keep this person in their life.

He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

When the sins of the sister become the chains of the bride. An explosive affair shatters two elite families in a single night. Reputation crumbles, hearts turn to ash, and she is left picking up the pieces-only to discover she was never anything more than collateral damage. Her brother-in-law doesn't scream. He doesn't break. He calculates. Discarding a cheating wife without a backward glance, he sets his sights on the ultimate retribution: her sister. The very day the court seals his divorce, he offers her a ring-not out of love, but as a weapon of absolute destruction. Trapped in a marriage built on malice, she realizes too late that she is sharing a bed with a monster who wears a tailored suit. Yet, as the lines between tormentor and captive blur, a darker hunger takes hold. His cold vengeance twists into fierce, suffocating obsession. He vows to protect her from the world, even if it means destroying her completely to keep her. He is a devil wearing a wedding band. And devils don't fall alone-they drag everyone into the flames.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae AliensxHuman MxFxM A defiant human tourist is violently claimed by the formidable Twin Kings of a hedonistic alien world. Forced into their opulent den and gilded cage, she must navigate their possessive obsession, their pleasure fueled harem, and her own treacherous desires, all while fighting for a freedom that could cost her everything or rewrite the rules of an empire.

Unforgivable Series #4 I thought there was no deep connection like an emotional connection. And I thought that marrying my crush, first and Only boyfriend was the start of a forever. But he took our sacred bond for granted, and destroyed it in such a brutal way I could feel it on my bones. It spread through my body and soul like a disease. And I discovered, how Cheating, in any form or coated by any excusing justifications is still as destructing. Sometimes, to the point it becomes Cureless. Especially if it's your sister and his best friend of three decades

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

DARK ROMANCE... Being held within the huge walls of the castle. To feel the last string of sanity slipping out of your figures like soft sand. To be haunted by the past and present. To witness what kind of a monster you were and what kind of a monster you created. Sasha who thought surrendering herself to the monster would only ease her distress ended up falling into a pit with no way out. That pit was called love. She vandalized herself in order to love him until the very man who she was in love with, the very man who forced himself over her in every possible way decided to step back as if he didn't rejoice decades of his immortal life obsessing over her. WARNING! This book contains non consensual relationship, a toxic male lead and lots of gore.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

My husband missed our daughter's birth because he was too busy with work. Story of our lives. And the four other women in his life -- his ex-wife, his PA, his mother and his sister -- all hate me. So, I didn't think he'd care when I served him with divorce papers. Well, that got his attention.

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.‼️