𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

Dante's chuckle cut through her protests, his fingers deftly unfastening the ties of her panties. The damp cloth fell away, exposing Aria's most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Pink and swollen, practically begging for attention. You were made for this, weren't you?" Aria's face contorted in anguish as Dante's fingers probed her slick folds, spreading her open to his inspection. She felt utterly violated, her body betraying her as arousal pulsed through her veins in response to his touch. "N-no, stop!" she sobbed, trying fruitlessly to squirm free of his grasp. But Dante held her firm, his other hand coming up to palm her breast roughly. "You can't resist anymore, can you?"He teased her nipple into a stiff peak, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until Aria cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. "That's it, let go," Dante coaxed, his breath hot against her ear. "Give in to the pleasure. You know you want it." Aria's mind screamed in protest, but her body moved of its own accord, arching into Dante's touch as a moan tore from her throat. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat beading on her brow as she teetered on the brink of something dark and forbidden. Dante's fingers delved deeper, stroking and circling her clit with maddening precision. Aria's vision blurred, her senses consumed by the onslaught of sensation. She could feel herself unraveling, her resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of pleasure.With a final, devastating stroke, Dante sent Aria careening over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from her lungs as ecstasy overwhelmed her senses.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠" He saw her one day helping out an old woman, he thought nothing of it. He saw her again giving food to the helpless and the needy person on the street that everyone ignored, something inside him moved, he could hear the ice surrounding his cold heart crack. He kept seeing her and each and every time she was either helping someone out or laughing her innocent laugh and the ice surrounding his cold heart finally shattered. He could hear his heart beating now and also he could feel it. The Devil fell in love with a beauty because of her simple acts of kindness. He knew he needed her, he knew he wanted her and he knew that he would get her no matter what, even if it meant taking her away from her happy and a life full of light to his darkness. But what if she didn't want him? What if she refused the crown that he was forcing her to wear? What if it was just an Unwanted Crown to her? ____________________________________ This Dark Romance! Readers' discretion is required!

"I am merely a performer. I am not a whore or an object to satisfy your desires," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. "I don't care," he retorted callously. "Fuck you," she spat, her voice trembling with anger and defiance. "That was precisely my intention, Ms. Ferrari," he smirked, his eyes filled with an unholy desire. **** "Take off your clothes." Her eyes widened in shock, and instinctively, she acted on her first impulse-running towards the door. But before she could reach the lock, a strong, muscular hand stopped her efforts. She struggled to remove his hand, but her attempts proved futile. Shaking her head in defiance, she refused his demeaning command. She would accept any condition he set forth at that moment, but stripping in front of him was a line she wouldn't cross. She felt his breath on her exposed neck, his orders and demands devoid of any semblance of humanity. In an instant, her body was forcefully thrown onto the nearby couch as he loomed over her petite figure, his hands planted firmly on either side of her head, his expression deadly. "If you can't comply, I can always call my guards to do it for you. Shall I?" he hissed, his words venomous. She wished for a natural disaster to befall her, to erase her existence from his presence. The hand on her right side retreated as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Her eyes widened, realizing that he was a man of his word. No one should dare to play with fire when they were unaware of the consequences. She wriggled beneath him, emitting a raspy cry. Before he could make the call, she blurted out her answer. "I'll do it." Story of a don and a professional dancer. A tale of betrayal, love-hate, obsession, deception, blood, darksouls, forbidden desire, redemption and togetherness.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Amelia McCarthy; a 21 year old young girl, coming from a good family. She is a lively college student, majoring in business. Ajax Santiago; a 26 year old hot billionaire and a Mafia King to all the other mafia. When Ajax sets his eyes on the beautiful Amelia, he couldn't help himself but make her his queen whether she likes it or not. --------------- The sun had set by now and street lights were lit in the dark. Amelia was walking when suddenly she felt someone following her. Goosebumps raised on the back of her neck at the thought. She looked back and as she did, a shriek left her lips. There he was, standing in all his glory, right in front of her. 'AJAX SANTIAGO' The man whom she feared, the man she had escaped was standing right in front of her. She knew, she was doomed. He was there to get her. Ajax looked back with an evil smirk formed on his perfect lips. "Hello Love!" ----------- The first thing Amelia felt after gaining her consciousness back was the slight ache in her head.She shook her head a little to clear her vision so that she could see properly. Her eyes widened and a frightening scream left her lips. There he was, the devil of her life, sitting on the big seat with a glass of some expensive wine in his hand. A gun placed at the table in front of him. He tsked; "You scream a lot, love" -------------- If you have a liking towards forced relationships which include cold, cruel and selfish Mafia king falling in love with a pretty girl and doing every right and wrong in his will to make her his. Then this story is for you. Their relationship might be toxic at some stages but it won't be abusive. The beginning of the story contains non-abusive forced romance. It progresses from non-con to consensual sweet and caring love. There are further descriptive details in the Description chapter and a prologue containing scenes from all phases of LIJAX Love.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

"Are you ready, baby?" I'm asking her as much as I'm asking myself. She never lets her eyes leave mine. "Mm," she nods and I push all the way in. Her face twists in a mixture of torment and temptation. I hold myself still, feeling her tightness wrap every inch of me. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers. "No one will ever get you like I do. No one will ever f ck you like I do. No one will ever love you like I do, baby." --Though she's young, Silvie has spent a lifetime paying for other people's mistakes. That's what landed her in the sights of a wolf. A Gang of Wolves to be exact. Everything Wulf does is for his motorcycle club, but when Silvie- young, innocent, and sweet, enters the picture things change. He takes an interest in the little pixie who becomes more than just a payment for her brother's debts. What happens when a woman begins to tame the beast of her predator? What happens when a wolf learns he wants to be a protector? ** This story is a Dark Romance. If you want a fairy tale, read Cinderella. Yes, this book has a HEA, but there are a lot of bumps and bruises along the way. This book is real and sometimes raw. If you have triggers, expect some of them to be pulled** Highest Ranking - #1 Dark Romance #1 Age Gap #1 Alpha Male

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.