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Boogeyman Bay by misakisses
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Calliope fled the chaos of her city life, hoping the quiet, stormy seaside town of Birkworth Bay-mockingly called "Boogeyman Bay"-would offer solace. But when her late-night run-in with a predatory creature leaves her shaken yet strangely drawn, she realizes she's caught in something darker than she could have imagined. Nathaniel, the town's enigmatic stranger, seems to know far too much about the monster stalking her, his velvet words and sharp gaze leaving her breathless and unnerved. But as the line blurs between protector and predator, Calliope finds herself torn between Nathaniel's dangerous charm and the primal pull of the beast that craves her in the shadows. In Boogeyman Bay, nothing is as it seems. And surrendering to desire might be the only way to survive. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.
Hush, Little Bunny by misakisses
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"You can run, little bunny... but you'll only end up on your knees." Olivia King never should have taken the job. Working for Xavier Laurent-ruthless billionaire, art dealer, and predator wrapped in silk-was a mistake. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't love. He claims. And Olivia? She should run. But she won't. Because nothing feels more like home than his darkness consuming her, owning her. Then there's Liam-Xavier's enforcer, all sharp grins and barely restrained violence. The only man who sees through her. Who knows she doesn't want to escape the game- She wants to play. She loves being hunted. Being caught. Being owned. But power has a price, and when blood is spilled in her name, Olivia must decide-will she run from the monsters... or become one? A dark, filthy descent into obsession, power, and sin. A sinful, twisted billionaire romance dripping with dark fantasy, power, and submission. This is not a love story-this is an obsession. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.
THE VELVET || 18+ by jasminkssss
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ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.