"I love you." This isn't love, it's an obsession. You're infatuated by me, you don't LOVE me. ______________________________________ Vanessa Lopes, a 19 year old girl who's in love with Art. With the recent death of her mother, she made the decision to move across the country from New York to California to pursue her career in art; completely unaware of the hell awaiting for her. Alexei Valentino, a 26 year old billionaire who's never been told the word 'no.' A man who gets what he wants, whenever he wants. Setting his eyes on Vanessa, he instantly became infatuated by her & soon grew dangerously obsessed. "Welcome to hell." ____________________________________________ THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE & A REMAKE! This book contains abuse, brutal violence, & death.

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her. Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desired caging her in his world. A broken soul will be broken more by a Sinner. This Sinner who loves sinning without repenting.... ...without remorse. Join the journey of the mute with her Sinner by reading this Story. **IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY WILL CONTAIL 18+ SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NON CONSENT SCENES AND SWEARINGS 🤬. I DON'T SUPPORT ANY OF THEM. SO IF Ur UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY. THANKS***

𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+ ••• A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped. His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the infatuation he held for Amina had no limit. She had to learn the depths he'll go just to keep her close. Reign's money and political ties make him untouchable. He controls a cruel underworld along with his new found lady, and so it's true- power will always belong in the shadows. It's men like him she wanted to stay away from. To be completely honest she didn't know men like him exist. He did entice her, she grew to submit to every request, but there was a price to pay for any disobeying. A hard head makes a soft bottom. Can she survive the torment of Reign Gusev? -𝐃𝚨𝐑𝚱 𝐑𝐎𝚳𝚨𝚴𝐂𝐄 (Actively editing) #1 Russian category on 06/2023 #1 Mature audiences category on 08/2024

Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

I was running...running endlessly trying to find the door in this long dark hallway At the end of the hallway i finally found the front door ' i finally escaped ' i thought as i made it through the door into the front of the house I ran, ran as fast as my tiny legs could allow me to move...as i reached the front gate my body froze in fear All i heard was a dark chuckle from Him. My kidnapper, the person whom i longed to get away from *Clap* *Clap* *Clap* "Good job bambina" he says as he walks closer toward me " I-Im sorry " i mutter as tears start flowing from my eyes " awh sweetheart whats with the tears ? " he says as he wipes my tears with his thumbs " P-please dont h-hurt me " i say as he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder " Sorry princess but you tried to escape " he says coldly " dont cry i wont hurt you to bad " " i warned you " he says darkly... His Will, His Way

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

I ... I didn't even knew I was going to marry him till yesterday. I have no way to go now. I can't be stuck in loveless marriage, I can never marry a person who doesn't love me. I don't love him either. There is no point of this arrangement. How even he managed to get me here all dressed up anyways? My legs stuck to the ground as I was in front of him, He is a Ruthless man, he never ever can be kind. He barely speaks, No one speaks good about him. How can I marry a person as Him? I noticed he had a glance at me as my father was about to pass him my hand. What am I doing? Am I ready to let this happen to me? My feet moved back, I saw sudden change in his eyes. I had a glance at my Dad and Mom. My Elder brother Isaac who was standing there beside my Mom. My eyes went to Riccardo as he called my name, "Cherish ..." I got shivers. I took a few steps back, at this point everyone was looking at me. Riccardo looks me with some kind of betrayed feeling. Now or never..... THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLET, ABUSIVE SCENES AND LANGUAGE.... PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE IT All copyrights are reserved