Thomas Sighing I pull Mia into my arms. She groans a little so I know she is still awake, at least enough to hear what I am about to say. "If you leave me I will hunt you down and drag you back here. I will chain you to my bed and you will never see the light of day again. I know everything about you down to the teacher you had in the first grade Mrs. Hughes at HillCrest elementary in Marietta Georgia. Mia I will give you the entire world, but I will take everything away from you if you try to run from me, so I suggest you be a good girl and stay put." She's got me too hooked to let her get the idea of leaving now, she has to know there are going to be consequences to her actions. Mia's body goes tense in my arms. A lopsided grin makes its way onto my face. "Nod if you understand." My thumb rubs a part of her naked belly that I'm resting my hand on. She gives me a small nod. "Good, get some rest, we go again in thirty minutes." - Chapter eight Book will get darker as you read along...

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

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"Bella, what are you thinking about?" "Why did you do this to me? I'm supposed to resent you, but one minute you're a monster and the next you're taking me cloud nine." "You were meant to be mine, you know why?" "Why?" I asked softly. "Because no one will ever love you more than I will. We can only be separated by death. Do not think I won't know if you cheat on me; you fucking belong to me no matter what. Do you understand?" What started off as soft reassures turned to berated yelling. I nodded quickly, too afraid to do anything else. This side of him scared me. He grabbed my chin to force me to look at him, "say you belong to me and no fucking body else!" I closed my eyes tight, wishing he'd stop yelling. Val tightened his grip on my face. "Say it, Jay, or I will hurt you." "I'm yours and no one else's." I whispered in a low voice, a sob almost breaking my words. Val's eyes softened and he kissed me on my forehead then hugged me tight. Jaycen/Jay was a normal 18 year old girl. She had a mom, sisters, and best friends. Just like any other girl she had dreams of getting out of her small Mississippi town and live her life. Until a fateful day at school those dreams seemed achievable. Haha, not. Valentino was ruthless, sadistic, and intelligent, with looks that incited sin. Not to forget a mob boss. But that didn't concern Jaycen Ashmore until she found out her mom sold her to Valentino when she was 14. Now 4 years later the mob boss came to collect. Jay couldn't stop him, and now she only has one question, can she love her monster or will she hate him forever? Thank you @Leaving_forever for the cover!

Highest Rankings #9 in Romance 11/13/2018 #96 in bwwm 12/21/2018 He caught the tear that traveled down my cheek. His stormy green eyes stared back at me with intensity. "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. You. Are. Mine." .......... Rated: MA (Mature Content and Foul Language). ©2019 Copyright belongs nightmarebunny101

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #2 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air like a blade. Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

"I am a man of prestige, I also have great restraint but that restraint is hanging on by a thread. That thread is thinning, and once it snaps nothing will be able to stop me from pinning you against that very wall, and fucking the life out of you. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 in which a normal college student life is altered when she gets entangled in an arrange marriage with a dangerous man. rated: MATURE | R | 18+ enemies-to-lovers BOOK TWO *can be read as a stand alone* I N P R O G R E S S

"Damion get away from me fucking psycho" Tears start streaming down my face as damion inches closer to me to the point there's only a small space between us he grabs my chin He chuckles a bit while I stare into his eyes his lips slightly smirking "Lorena don't act like this now that you've figured that shit out don't act like it wasn't anything because what I remember you were laying across my desk and the only thing you could hear was my name coming out of your pretty little mouth Lorena. And it doesn't matter if your scared of me or not Lorena your mine I don't care." "Damion.. that was before I fucking knew you were crazy. I would have never stayed with you if I knew you were crazy Damion." His gaze turned crimson I knew he was mad I didn't really care but I was gonna just stand there as soon as I turned around to speed off he grabbed me by my arm pulling me closer to him my chest. "Lorena your not gonna run away again."

Stalker romance Book two out now. 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl." CURRENTLY WRITING BOOK 2

previously titled lilac obsession ; Talia McCoy has always carried the weight of responsibility. At twenty-two, she's exhausted from covering for her reckless older brother, barely scraping by in the apartment they shared. When he vanishes for days and whispers of his debts lead her to a notorious nightclub, Talia finds herself face-to-face with the one man she should never cross. Santoro Hermès runs the city from the shadows-club owner, mafia don, feared by all who know his name. Dark, dangerous, and intoxicating, he notices Talia the moment she walks in. Her curves, her quiet eyes, the nervous tremble in her voice-it all sparks something obsessive in him. And when she pleads she has no way to pay her brother's debt, Santoro makes her a chilling promise: her brother's mistakes can disappear... if she belongs to him.