Skyler leaned back in his chair, dressed in a tailored black suit that looked like it had been made for him alone. His sleeves hugged his forearms, his jet black hair was slicked back, and those unmistakable green eyes stayed fixed on the woman standing across from him. Bre. Her robe hung loosely against her frame, her long hair falling well past her waist. She looked far too calm for someone standing in front of the most dangerous man in Italy. A slow smile pulled at Skyler's lips. "Did you let him fuck you yet?" Bre didn't blink. Instead she smiled back. "Why the fuck would I let another man fuck me besides you?" Skyler only shrugged, still smiling. "I don't know." His eyes never left hers. "You tell me."

Aerasume is from a small primitive village on the planet Fleekopolis. Many fled there after the fall of Earth. She's simple, humble and sweet but her village shun her for something that was not her fault. King Aeason is the Elven king. He runs the whole North side of the planet. His kingdom lives in modern times like old earth. He's very powerful and cruel. He travels to Aerasume's village, threaten to kill her friend and make her his mistress. He then subjects her to pain, abuse and rape, but all Aerasume wants is to be loved and have a family, but King Aeason is already promise to another. Sample:: King Aeason said, " I hear the dark ones have tough skin that an arrow can't even pierce it." " Your majesty can you please be nice to me," I said on a sob. He starts to circle me like a predator, " now why would I do that, I would love to test the arrow theory." " Your majesty please!!!." " On the bed. Now!!!, he growls. I sob as I walk to the bed. This only a sample. Full book is on Amazon and Google Books. Link below. https://play.google.com/store/books/details/S_C_Lark_Elven_King_s_Mistress?id=s2BaEAAAQBAJ https://www.amazon.com/Elven-Kings-Mistress-Dark-Romance-ebook/dp/B09BNYF6F4/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=the+elven+king%27s+mistress&qid=1628432914&sr=8-3

Recommended for readers 18+ DARK ROMANCE (BWWM) Book 1-Her Unknown Fate Book 1.5- Her Loyalty Book 2-Her Legacy Book 3-Their Empire ‼️MATURE CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING DON'T START READING EXPECTING IT TO BE RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS.LAST WARNING IF YOU'VE NEVER READ A DARK ROMANCE DON'T BE BRAVE NOW.THIS ISN'T THAT BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH TYPE OF LOVE STORY. Jenelle grew up with everything she could ask for except the attention from her parents.While raising herself she's always relied on her instincts to keep her and the people around her safe.When her instincts warn her to stay far away from a beautiful devil she listens. What happens when that same man decides that Jenelle is the woman he wants to inflict his pain on? Ambrossio is a man that many fear and he's decided that Jenelle's blood,pain,tears and body belongs to him and he'll do whatever it takes to have her. Will Jenelle survive Ambrossio or will she die like the others? THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOT EDITED.I'm only writing this for fun.This is my first story.I'm not sure which direction the story will go. Please be kind and leave a review.Hate will not be tolerated. FYI- I write long chapters unless I'm busy with school☺️. Start:8/23/2021 End: 9/12/2021

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

Being pushed into an arranged marriage for political reasons, Emelie Van Dijk found herself sailing down to France to marry the Prince of Chartres- a small and powerful kingdom that holds leverage. However, her agreement to make her father proud and keep her kingdom from going to war, did not have a happy ending. At least, until she met a fierce soldier.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

After The Awakening, the start of the end of the world, survival means hiding in shadows. Lucian hides in plain sight, pretending to be a human in a large apartment building. But when he discovers Callum, a limping human scavenger barely holding on, hunger turns to fixation. Days of silent stalking end with Callum waking bound in a filthy bathtub, stripped to fear and skin. In a world where death is certain, captivity begins to feel like the safer option. Warnings: Blood, violence, nudity, kidnapping, stalking, non-consensual feeding, injury, malnutrition, power imbalance, psychological manipulation, Stockholm syndrome themes, threats of death, physical restraint, confinement, emotional manipulation, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship dynamics, depictions of fear and panic, post-apocalyptic setting, implied torture, biting with sexual undertones, intimacy under distress, possessive/controlling behavior, invasive touching, sensory deprivation, physical intimidation, non-Consent elements, and sexual themes. - Chapter length: 2000-5000 words ( 8 minutes to 20+ minutes) This is a mature story that deals with violence, captivity, and toxic relationship dynamics. It shows unhealthy, obsessive love, along with a few darker scenes. None of these behaviors is okay in real life, and I don't condone them at all. Please take care of yourself while reading and make sure no toxic vampires are trying to bite your neck in real life. - Any edits/mismatched dates to past chapters are due to grammar checking, small wording tweaks, or formatting. Nothing major will be changed

You can lock up a monster, but you can't kill his obsession. Six years in a psych ward didn't fix Silas Kane. It only sharpened his hunger. Ivy Monroe was the only thing that soothed the void inside him the quiet girl next door, the one he watched, craved, and would kill for. Now he's free. The world thinks he's hunting revenge. But monsters don't care about justice. They care about possession. He's not coming to save her. He's not coming to love her. He's coming to own her. This isn't a love story. This is a warning. He's not a hero. He's not even human. And once you let the monster in he never leaves. Read if you dare. SOOTHE THE MONSTER 18+ | Psychopath MMC | Stalker | Obsession | Graphic Violence | No Redemption

Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 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 do when i behaved badly. 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."