"In a world of whispered secrets and broken vows, a Raven dares to outwit the Serpent." Tom's eyes flicked almost lazily to the tip of her wand, and his lips curved in something dangerously close to a smile. His eyes moved back to her face. "Still so quick to defend yourself, Travers," he said, almost fondly. "Tell me what you're doing," she said through her teeth. He crouched, picked up a stone from the forest floor, and stood. "Answer a question for me, Selene," he said. "What are your favorite flowers?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why?" He just looked at her. And in turn, she glared at him, refusing to answer. But the answer bloomed in her thoughts anyway-quiet, unbidden. Peonies. He nodded once, almost as if he had heard her thoughts, and raised his wand over the stone. His lips moved, barely audible, a soft and intricate spell she didn't recognize. And before her eyes, the rock bloomed. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Professor Slughorn assigns him as her tutor, Selene Evangeline Travers is drawn, unintentionally, into the sights of someone who does not take kindly to surprises. And Tom Marvolo Riddle does not let go of what intrigues him. ----- The detailed description is available inside the book's Prologue. ----- Highest Rankings: #1 in riddle #1 in darklord #1 in pureblood #1 in wizardingworld #1 in salazar #1 in voldemort #1 in jkrowling #1 in tomriddle #1 in salazarslytherin #1 in horcrux #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in slytherin #1 in hogwarts #1 in heir

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"He wants to fuck you, you know," Cade whispered, his blue eyes piercing as he watched from the armchair. "He's been thinking about it all day." Cole's grip on my shoulders tightened. He spun me around so I was facing him, my back to Cade. Cole grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up into his icy eyes. "You gave him everything," Cole hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he ripped the first button of my blouse. "Tonight," Cole promised, his hands trembling with restrained violence. "You give it all to me." ------------------------------- Elara Vance only wanted a moment of silence to escape a suffocating high-society gala. Instead, she walked directly into the private sanctuary of the city's most untouchable predators: the King twins. Cole is the Architect-a cold, pristine mastermind who psychologically dissects his prey. Cade is the Beast-a feral, brutally violent enforcer who destroys anything that threatens what is theirs. They didn't ask for her. They bought her father's debts, severed her ties to the outside world, and locked her in a bulletproof glass penthouse high above the city. As her old life is erased, Elara is forced to navigate a terrifying new reality of dark praise, brutal punishments, and a suffocating, inescapable obsession. But how do you outsmart the Architect when he has already calculated your every move? And how do you run from the Beast when his violently possessive arms are the only place you feel safe? Welcome to the penthouse. The doors are locked. Dark Romance Twin Obsession

There is one rumor among the Death Eaters that must never be spoken aloud. Certainly not among the Dark Lord. Rumors circulate that long ago, there lived a girl who could have changed Lord Voldemort's fate. They say that in every rumor, there's a grain of truth, but also a grain of falsehood. Apparently, it was so long ago that all they know is that the girl had a personality as light as a flower petal, a heart as large as a lake, and an even greater naivety. No one is allowed to speak about her out loud. There is no written rule, but everyone knows not to even think about a girl without even a name. Lord Voldemort made sure of that.

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

The big man was asking her a question, asking her if it was all right to keep removing her clothes so he could make sure the bad man hadn't hurt her, but Christine didn't know what he was talking about. What bad man? She didn't remember it. She wanted him to stay with her. She supposed he would leave if she didn't say yes, so she mumbled her consent, and she felt his big fingers slipping under the band of her bra while he gazed into her eyes and began lifting it over her head. His fingers felt so good against her skin. Once he took her bra off, she saw his gaze dip to her not-quite-B-cup breasts. As if his gaze were a touch, she felt her small brown nipples tightening. _____________________ The tale of how Christine becomes Cricket. The tale of how a lost Little is found by her two adoring daddies. The tale of how an abused girl is first found, and then brought home, and the adventures she encounters. note: this ddlg romance will feature graphic sexual encounters, including non-consensual ones (mostly all consensual but there is at least 1 noncon scene w/ a villain)... if you don't like, you shouldn't read, tra la la. This is a work of fiction. Please do not read if you cannot distinguish between fiction and reality. happy ending & lots of sweet fluff'n'cuddling guaranteed first published july 25, 2021 _____ Don't copy this work. Plagiarizers will be caught. This is a completely original work: all characters are imaginary & are not based on any people, living or dead. ______ Book 1 of Cricket's Story Book 2 will pick up after the end of The Rescue! ______ Although this book was long ago completed, I have unpublished most chapters b/c wattpad removed one of my other stories without warning or explanation, so I am concerned that it may do so for my other stories. While I attempt to find out what went wrong, I am sorry to leave up only a short snippet of this book. Please bear with me and understand me. Thank you.

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.