Genre: Erotic Drama / Psychological Romance / Moral Tragedy. Elena Moore is a devoted wife, happily married to James, until a sudden financial crisis shatters their life. Burdened by debts they cannot pay, James faces an impossible choice when his enigmatic boss, Victor Hale, offers a shocking deal: one kiss from Elena in exchange for enough money to erase their debts and secure James's future. Elena is horrified. She refuses. But James begs, desperate to save their marriage, and she reluctantly agrees. What begins as a single, calculated kiss quickly spirals into something neither of them can control. Victor's obsession with Elena, carefully nurtured for years, is no secret to him-but unknown to her, she has stepped into a web of manipulation, desire, and dangerous power. As Elena finds herself irresistibly drawn to Victor-his dominance, attention, and control-the lines between loyalty and betrayal blur. Secrets mount, passions ignite, and what was meant to be a single act of sacrifice becomes a consuming affair. Elena's life unravels in ways she could never have anticipated. Her marriage collapses, Victor's obsession is exposed, and she faces the consequences of choices made in desperation, lust, and love. Pregnant and alone, Elena must confront her own role in the destruction around her and find the strength to rebuild her life-and protect the child born of both passion and deceit. "The Price of a Kiss" is an erotic, psychological drama about love, obsession, betrayal, and the high cost of desire. Multiple points of view reveal the dangerous interplay of ambition, morality, and human longing, exploring the consequences of choices that cannot be undone.

I was supposed to forget him. Just one night. One stupid, reckless, blazing hot night. I didn't even know his last name... But two months later, I'm pregnant with the heir to one of the most dangerous empires in the world. Damien Moretti is lethal, wealthy, and terrifyingly possessive. I built a life without him, poured everything into my boutique, held my head high, and decided I could do this on my own. Until he walked back into my life like a storm- demanding answers, demanding me. And he's not leaving without a fight. Now I'm stuck between a man who terrifies me and a future I never planned for... Because Damien doesn't just want the baby. He wants everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And once a Moretti claims something... He never lets Go His lips were fire-bruising, demanding, desperate as he pressed me back against the boutique's fitting room mirror. One hand gripped my hip like he owned it. The other slid down, low and reverent, stopping right where our child was growing inside me. "Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged and possessive. "This baby... you... all of it. Mine." I should've pushed him away. But instead, I arched into him as his mouth traveled lower, whispering filthy promises over the swell of my barely-there bump before planting a hot kiss there. "You shouldn't be here," I whispered. He looked up at me with eyes that burned emerald. "Sweetheart... I'm never leaving." Written by:butterfly A stand alone book youtube channel filled with more characters is linked here www.youtube.com/@Butterflydream-m3o

Tessa is just trying to survive her last year of university. What happens when someone from her university starts studying her a little too closely? The warnings for this book are at the end of chapter one. Some of them are in the tags as well.

Destroy Me. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "You like that?" Kit whispered. "You like it when I stroke your little clit?" I whimpered, shifting against Alistair who held me down. "Be nice, Kit," Jason said. "She's new to this." Kit just crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. "What do you say, baby? Should I be nice?" "Please..." I begged. "Please, what, princess?" "Ruin me," I begged, "destroy me." "Oh, honey," Raven leaned forward. "We've already started." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Rivers had noticed something odd back in October, five men who'd been following her around. but it wasn't until winter when they came out of the shadows. They played with her, teased her, left around little keepsakes... tormenting her. Kidnapping her. Five stalkers, five psychopaths... five lustful monsters. They might've been playful now, but it wouldn't have been long before the drove to destroy her.

"A Rose for the Captive" A rose on the table. A whisper in the dark. A promise in crimson. What began as an ordinary night shattered the illusion of safety. She came home to a single blood-red rose resting on her kitchen table-a message without a sender, a warning wrapped in beauty. But the rose was only the beginning. He watches from the shadows, his obsession dark and unyielding. He calls her his little mouse-trapped, cornered, claimed. His touch is a promise, his voice a threat. And the walls of her world close in, leaving her no escape from his relentless desire. Fear is the first petal to fall. Defiance is the second. But somewhere in the twisted game between hunter and prey, desire begins to bloom. And she must decide-will she be his prisoner, or will she shatter his control? In this tale of obsession, danger, and forbidden desire, love is a trap, and escape is an illusion. --- © 2025 by Sumie (Swati). All stories on this profile are original works. Please respect the author's rights-no copying, reposting, or plagiarism without permission. Thank you!

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap

‼️this book his only for 16+ "Try speaking to her again-and I'll bury your tongue with my bullets.Touch her, and I'll make sure your mother can't recognize your corpse." He's a walking nightmare wrapped in silk suits and bloodstained hands. The name LUCA is enough to silence a room. King of the Underworld, ruler of shadows, and a ghost that even the law fears to chase. His empire is built on violence, betrayal, and bodies no one dares to count. He doesn't speak twice. He doesn't leave witnesses. And mercy? That died the day he picked up a gun he kills everyone who even thinks about HIS girl. (He's a rude for others cute for her) She's softness in a world that never deserved her. LILY is light-pure, untouched, and blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurks beyond her little bubble. With laughter in her voice and kindness in her eyes, she believes in love, morning coffee, and happy endings. But all of that shatters or maybe enhances When he decides she's his. And she gives up and wants to be his Their worlds should've never collided. But when someone dares to lay a finger on her, luca doesn't just show up-he brings war. She becomes his obsession, his addiction, his reason to burn everything to the ground. And now, there's no escape Not from his grip, not from his gaze, not from the twisted fate that binds them but what happens when angle falls in love with demon?what happens when she sees the good in him? #1 in kiddnaped #56 in badboygoodgirl #58 in possesive #104 in Loveable

It's basically pwp. Smut with subliminal plot. So , read at your own risk. The characters are morally grey. If you are choosing to continue don't expect any moral values. But if you like please drop a star and a comment, it would inspire me to continue.

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.