Lilith Caddel has been a lover of horror movies since she was young, but never has she wanted to star in one. Fate doesn't seem to be in her favor, because in the last few months she has gained a stalker. One who she knows holds immense power, not just over herself but the whole town. Begging for help won't do any good, as he had proved time and time again. With Halloween coming around the corner, things were going to take a vast turn for Lilith. Because when the Night Comes, so does he.

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical and Kindle version ✅ (with bonus spicy chapters)

"You were always mine. You just didn't know it yet." For years, He watched. Controlled. Owned. Every step his Rose took, every breath he drew-He made sure, his Rose was safe and protected. He pulled strings in the shadows, eliminating threats, shaping his Rose's world without him ever knowing. His Rose grew up safe. Happy. Unaware. But he wasn't just protecting him, He was waiting. Now, on his Rose's eighteenth birthday, the leash snaps. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. This is not a love story-it's an obsession. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, his Rose will learn the terrifying truth: He was never free. "I paved your entire life, little one. Did you really think you ever had a choice?" - Lucian Moretti.

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.

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." "𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌." - It was as though the sun escorted her wherever she went; her entire self radiated a pleasing, envious aura. Her bubbly persona never ran dry. It had me intrigued, and admittedly a bit infatuated. It also made me feel guilty about being so attracted, being so drawn to a girl who was so young and acted so childishly. But dear oh dear, did I plan on making her mine. - In which a 20-year-old, childish girl encounters rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head.

She's mute. He's dangerous. An arranged marriage was never part of the plan-until it became their only option. She agreed to marry him for her adoptive parents' sake. He agreed to keep his demons in check. He works for the mafia. She's terrified of men. They're strangers with scars, bound by a deal neither of them wanted. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to stay untouched. Because in a world of blood, fear, and secrets... Even silence can burn.

BOOK ONE OF SIX IN THE ANGEL AND DEVIL SERIES ZERO: I don't talk much. And he never made me feel like I had to. Echo Lynx. This bright ray of sunshine hopped into my life after I found him confused and alone. He told me that he didn't know where to go. So, I brought the angel to the angels, where he belonged. After he settled with his new brothers, I started looking out for him. I can't stop myself from ensuring no one breaks the extra-voltage lightbulb in Echo's world. What I don't expect is one night, in the midst of running from the police-I tend to play Robin Hood, as they call me-I get a call, and I answer it because it's him. Echo wants to talk, so I tell him I'll be there soon. I show up, and Echo? Echo asks if I want to go on a date with him. When I saw the sweet nervousness in his eyes after he explained neither one of us got to go on a date, how can I deny? Soon, before I know it, I'm dating Echo. It's like whiplash. Echo is affectionate. Very affectionate. He likes things like cuddling and lazy kisses. And as we move forward, I find that... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Touch, I mean. Because I want to touch him. Kiss him. I want to make him happy. But I'm not entirely sure if I can give him what he needs. Not long after our dates start, Echo gets lost in the woods, and I need to find him. I have to find him. Fuck my triggers. Fuck them all. I have to find him. Except, when I do, he's hurt, and it brings me back to the scars of my past. Except, the flashbacks aren't enough. No. Echo manages to dunk me back into my past more than he ever realized. I didn't realize plot twists could exist in real life, but the entire plot of my trauma from the past becomes one massive plot twist. And I would have never seen it coming.