She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

Mature Content❗️❗️ He reached around, his hand finding her throat again, his thumb tilting her head back so she had to look at him in the mirror. "Look at how you take me," he commanded. "Look at what you do to me." This is a psychological romantic thriller. After a traumatic relationship with an ex-boyfriend who didn't respect her boundaries, Elara takes a high-paying job as the personal secretary to the enigmatic Calix Valerius. Known as "The Ghost," Calix is a man of shadows who communicates through intercoms and dark silhouettes, maintaining a cold, rigid professional boundary. However, Elara's life begins to fracture into terrifyingly erotic layers: 1. The Professional Coldness: In the office, Calix is dismissive and clinical, barely acknowledging her as more than a tool for his empire. 2. The Physical Predator/The Digital Stalker: A man in a mask begins haunting her outside of work-first at a party where he marks her neck, and later through a terrifying "cat-and-mouse" game in her dreams. The "Unknown" caller begins blackmailing her, revealing he has eyes inside her home and office. He forces her into acts of voyeuristic submission, claiming to know her deepest desires for her boss. Elara is caught in a web of sensory confusion. While she suspects the "Masked Man/Stalker," and "Calix" might be the same person due to a shared scent of sandalwood and rain, Calix's icy demeanor in person convinces her otherwise. She now believes she is being hunted by a dangerous third party who is using her obsession with her boss to destroy her.

They say monsters show their teeth. The most dangerous ones never have to. They buried her alive for a reason. She wakes beneath an ancient estate with no memory of her past, only chains, silence, and the man who insists she was never meant to be free. Then he brings her a collar forged in silver and royal blood. Once it closes around her throat, it becomes part of her. Unbreakable. Inescapable. Fatal to remove. He expects obedience. He expects submission. He expects her to kneel. But what they buried was never meant to obey. This book will only be available on Wattpad for a limited time. Content & Trigger Warning OBEY is a dark fantasy romance intended for mature readers (18+). This novel contains explicit sexual content and explores themes that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers. Please read the following content warnings carefully: • Captivity and imprisonment • Psychological conditioning and coercive control • Power imbalance and dominance/submission dynamics • Explicit sexual content (including graphic scenes) • Sexual manipulation and morally complex consent • Emotional dependency and trauma bonding • Public display within a power-structured setting • References to past violence and destruction • Mentions of torture and psychological trauma • Memory alteration and identity suppression • Possessive behavior • Explicit language This story portrays a consensual dark fantasy dynamic within a fictional world involving magical control and supernatural elements. The power structures depicted are intentionally extreme and are not intended to represent healthy real-world relationships. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If these themes are not something you wish to engage with, please consider this your opportunity to step away.

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM BOOK! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO AN MC WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS, DO NOT READ! BOOK TWO OUT NOW!!! Highest Rankings: #1 in Erotic Romance #1 in Blood and Gore #1 in Bloodsucker #1 in Girl Problems #1 in Adult Situations #1 in Polyamory #1 in Adult Themes #1 in Reverse Harem #1 in Island #1 in Vampire Romance #1 in Undiscovered #1 in Vampire #1 in College #1 in Adult-Content #1 in Paranormal #1 in Trilogy Eighteen-year-old Audrey Ridley grew up a foster kid, shipped around from family to family, never really having a place to call home. Until she earns a scholarship for a prestigious university on an island in the pacific northwest. Now she's making friends, flourishing in a stable environment, but there's something up with the faculty members of Lachlan University. Particularly the campus security members. They gawk at her, eyes wide and unflinching, as if she were drink of water on a scorching day. They address her with a bow, going out of their way to speak to her. But that's nothing compared to the dean's behavior. His gaze follows her every movement, he calls her queen when he thinks she isn't listening. And he's always having to run off when they have a chance to be alone together. Only when a creature sinks his teeth into her neck does Audrey begin to unravel the bloody truth; both about the denizens of Lachlan Island and herself. COVER DESIGNED BY: @laylagriffin_

*cringe alert, read at your own risk* 'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT' The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil in an Armani suit. His names whisper is enough to make any many leave the country and never look back. But what happens when a series of unfortunate events in his life make him tumble in the life of the most perfect angel he's ever seen. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 is the kindest and the most precious soul one can ever come across. Her blissful and radiant aura attracts everyone towards her. But will she be able to soften the heart of this devil or will he corrupt her innocence? ___________________________________ "Such a pretty baby, tsk tsk. Look at you begging for me to touch you" He brushed his nose against mine. His warm calloused hands drawing small patterns on my naked tummy. Darius's plump warm lips sucked on my neck making me tug his jet black hair. "You're so precious. So fucking perfect and all mine"

In the depths of her soul, Rose has discovered her true identity. Yet, with this newfound power comes a haunting price. As she battles to rein in her dark urges, she steps into a realm of opulent royalty and forbidden cravings. The illusion of freedom shatters when the king's grip tightens around her, surpassing any previous hold. Can Rose escape the clutches of her vampiric prison, or will she succumb to the sinister allure of her macabre existence? ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations!

"We must feed them. That is our purpose in life we feed the blood suckers. You are either Feed or Breed, and if fortune favors you, perhaps you'll endure" Rose's secure life is shattered when she is thrust into the role of Feed for one of the nation's most esteemed families. However, as she uncovers concealed secrets and scandals within the family, she realizes that being preyed upon entails complexities beyond her imagination. Suddenly, she is immersed in a realm of obedience, death, and forbidden desires. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations!

Gemmaine Zenetti - He's the one man who is strictly off-limits: my dad's best friend. I stole a kiss that wasn't mine to take. But in my defense, he stole my heart first. Now, he's made it his mission to act like I don't exist, but he forgot one thing-I've never been good at following the rules. And now that I'm living under his roof, I'm going to make sure he breaks every single one of his. Nathaniel Fischer - She's a liability I can't afford. My best friend's daughter. Once a loud little girl, now a woman who seems designed to dismantle my control. I promised to protect her, to keep her in line. But Gemmaine Zenetti is a whirlwind of chaos, and the more I try to discipline her, the more I realize I'm the one who's losing his grip. I'm supposed to take care of her, but who's going to protect her from me? ~~~ "Hmmm. What made this pussy so wet? You're soaking my couch." The question was a low taunt, and I whimpered, a fresh wave of humiliation and desire washing over me. I was so aroused. "Please, Nate!" I begged, my voice broken and desperate. "Please what, love?" "Pl-please touch me! Please, I want to come." I didn't care how pathetic I sounded. "Fuck, what made this pussy so wet?" He finally slipped his fingers beneath the saturated lace, his calloused fingertips sliding through my slick folds. "You love being spanked, don't you, little slut." "Y-yes. Please, I want to come," I sobbed, pushing back against his hand. "Ah, but you've been naughty," he chided, his voice a dark whisper. "Bad girls don't deserve to come, don't you think?"

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror