[***WARNING**18+] This story contains abusive contents such as dark romance, torture, violence, abuse, and etc. If you are not comfortable with these type of things feel free to leave. ***** "Onika come here mami, what are you afraid of." His smooth thick accent carried along in his words. "Don't come any closer or I'll-" Onika was cut off by Matías. "Or you'll what hurt me? We both know that wouldn't end well for you." He said, finally letting the tip of the knife touch his chest. "Go on ,try it." He looked at Onika dead in the eyes, having her back against the kitchen wall. "Please Matías, you're scaring me." Tears poured down Onika's face. "Pl-please Matías listen. It's not what it looks like." She stuttered against her words still holding the knife with her bloody shaky hands. "You are playing me for a foul." Matías eyes darkened. "Onika you should know better than to play with me." ONIKA MARAJ A 20 year old innocent girl runs into a man who ends up being her blessing and curse: MATÍAS DIAMOND ***** A BWWM STORY!! @theteahoney ©️ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED

Recommended for readers 18+ DARK ROMANCE (BWWM) Book 1-Her Unknown Fate Book 1.5- Her Loyalty Book 2-Her Legacy Book 3-Their Empire ‼️MATURE CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING DON'T START READING EXPECTING IT TO BE RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS.LAST WARNING IF YOU'VE NEVER READ A DARK ROMANCE DON'T BE BRAVE NOW.THIS ISN'T THAT BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH TYPE OF LOVE STORY. Jenelle grew up with everything she could ask for except the attention from her parents.While raising herself she's always relied on her instincts to keep her and the people around her safe.When her instincts warn her to stay far away from a beautiful devil she listens. What happens when that same man decides that Jenelle is the woman he wants to inflict his pain on? Ambrossio is a man that many fear and he's decided that Jenelle's blood,pain,tears and body belongs to him and he'll do whatever it takes to have her. Will Jenelle survive Ambrossio or will she die like the others? THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOT EDITED.I'm only writing this for fun.This is my first story.I'm not sure which direction the story will go. Please be kind and leave a review.Hate will not be tolerated. FYI- I write long chapters unless I'm busy with school☺️. Start:8/23/2021 End: 9/12/2021

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️A story in which a girl falls in love with a mafia enforcer who's seems to good to be true.

Danica Woods is your average girl next door, she's focused on college while making moves for her chosen career path. The one night she chooses to let loose and act her age she gets way more than she could've ever wanted in the form of a tall white demanding man named Matteo Mancini. Matteo Mancini goes by his own rules and takes what he wants when he wants it. Danica is exactly what he wants and he doesn't care what she has to say about it. Matteo has more baggage than baggage claim and poor Danica is just trying to survive in his messed up world. Welcome to the world of chaos and just maybe love. Highest Ranking: #8 in BWWM #8 in Vampire #3 in Mob

"Where are you, Drea? I'm not gonna hurt you." Antonio sang in an amused voice. Shivers started to run down my spine as a single tear escaped my eyes. -------------------------- Drea Ricci has met many monsters in her life. But the biggest monster of all was him. Now you're probably wondering if Drea has had any ghost experiences or anything supernatural that she's experienced that has caused her such ptsd. Well, the monster is very much human. He is her husband. And the abuse was getting out of hand. Antonio's words and his fists were molding Drea into becoming such a weak and miserable person. Drea was once a girl in distress. A girl in pain. A girl in suffering. But now, Drea is a girl on the run. And Antonio is not letting her go so easily. __________________________________

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

Abigail dobrev. A big girl with big dreams. To be a fashion designer. Growing up she was always picked by people for her colour, size and dressing sense. Now she wants to make people beautiful of every shape and size. What happens when she has no choice but to take inches of a man for an emergency. César Azevedo. Satan. That's it. Bloodthirst runs in his family. If something doesn't goes according to him. He'll prepare a funeral for everyone, of everyone. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Come closer gatinha." He said sliding his hands in pocket looking straight into my figure. I slowly started taking my steps forward to him and stood a bit far. "Are you ready?" He said nothing on his face. Just emotionless. I nodded and hesitantly forwarded my hand to his figure so that I can measure him. In a second he grabbed my wrist, pulled me closer by my waist. I looked at him with widened eyes, my breathing hitched when he rubbed his nose with mine. "Remember you have to pay a price gatinha. And....." He went down to my ass and I looked elsewhere avoiding his gaze. He squeezed my butt and I gasped. He inserted his thumb and started moving it slowly on my mouth. ".. that can be anything." This is a dark story. 🔞🔞🔞. It contains, violence, abuse and sexual contents. Read at your own risk. All rights © reserved by @darkbeneathlight

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

One wants to be good, One prefers a mess and horrid screams, The other has refined taste and prefers to savour all moments with any victim, And one sets his eyes on an unsuspecting pair of bamboo brown eyes. However, they all agree on one thing; She was theirs...all theirs. Her name could have been Ivy, but she was no poison Only sweet; their sweet, sweet Ivy