What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Josh ran, stumbling through the thick jungle, his lungs screaming for air. Every heartbeat was a countdown, every step a desperate prayer. But then- Bang. A gunshot shattered the silence. Pain tore through his leg, and he crashed to the ground with a scream. Before he could crawl, another shot rang out-closer, crueler-grazing his other leg. Blood soaked the dirt beneath him. His scream. Eve Bellini stepping out of the shadows, her gun still smoking. Her lips curled into a cold smile as she walked toward him, the sound of her heels clicking with deadly purpose. "Did you really think you could escape me?" she hissed, kneeling beside him as he gasped for air. She ran a finger down his cheek, savoring his fear. "Now you'll learn what happens when you run." Tears streamed down his face, but Eve didn't care. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice low and full of malice. "And there's no running from me Josh." Josh's vision blurred, his body trembling from the pain and fear. His legs gave out as his consciousness slipped away. As he was scooped up by Eve's guards, barely conscious, Eve ran her fingers tenderly across his cheek, a strange, loving softness in her touch. "Sleep well my love"

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.

A sob escaped from a little girl's mouth sorry master please let me go, it hurts... not so soon baby, don't be dramatic now "strip" she declined, no please no it hurts , let me go pleaseee . . . . . . yn was having almost a perfect life until, a loving couple adopted her. Her life became a total nightmare......

Once a struggling male author drowning in unpaid bills and unanswered prayers he poured his soul into romance novels no one cared to read. Desperate starving and broken he took a final gamble a dark BL romance soaked in obsession torture and brutal love. His publisher wanted darkness? He gave them nightmares. But the world spat back venom. Hate poured in. Disgust. Death threats. Until one quiet night the author couldn't take it anymore. He died by his own hand. But death was just the prologue. His soul awakens in the world of his own making-a twisted, blood-stained romance where pain is worshipped, love is a weapon.and He cannot escape. He cannot die. Not until an unknown "purpose" is fulfilled. And worst of all? He knows the plot. He wrote every cruel line. Every torture. But now... the story is changing. A mysterious character appears-someone he never created. And suddenly he's not the narrator. He's not the main character. He's the prey. How does a straight author survive inside his own brutal gay love story? He was supposed to control the darkness. Now he must survive it. Or.........

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...

💢This is dark romance.💢 Reader's discretion is highly advised. *** "Stop crying Geneva." His eyes held hers, he wanted her to listen. "I haven't done anything to you. Yet." *** Book Two in the Rodriguez Series. Highest Rankings: #1 Hurtful

Two mafia kings. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire... something has to burn. Arnav Singh, the silent storm of underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding-his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death. He came for one night. One event. But that plan shatters the moment Ryan Blackwell sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Ryan's eyes lock onto the stranger-dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. And Ryan? He has a weakness for pretty things. But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him. Break him. What Ryan doesn't realize is-Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite. Arnav (voice like venom): "Touch me, and I'll make sure you scream for mercy before I snap every bone in your cursed body." Ryan (smiling darkly): "Mmm... threats turn me on pretty boy. You're going to beg tonight, baby. And I promise-I'll take my time." .

A book with a short story and a unhappy ending. Aurora Hart never wanted the attention of the wealthy, elite students at her prestigious school. But as a scholarship student at a school full of privileged kids, she can't escape the spotlight, especially when twin brothers Damien and Roman Knight take notice. Damien is impulsive, chaotic, and thrives on control, while Roman is cold, calculating, and always a few steps ahead. The brothers are the kings of the school-feared and respected by all. They don't care that Aurora doesn't want their attention; now that they've found her, they won't let her go. Caught between the Knights' dangerous obsession and their unrelenting power, Aurora must navigate a world of manipulation and control she never asked for. But in the world of the Knights, there is no escaping their grasp. The Bullies is a dark, gripping tale of obsession, power, and survival-where one girl becomes the pawn in a game she never chose to play.