She believed in love...believed in fate... And when she met him-the man who felt carved perfectly for her-an arranged marriage suddenly turned into the sweetest beginning she never expected. Everything felt like a dream... Until the dream cracked. One week before the wedding, she stumbles upon a truth-dark enough to shatter every feeling she ever held for him. The man she loved. The man she trusted. And she decides to leave. But leaving him? The man who has already decided she's his? It was never going to be that simple. And-"the vows...made under the shadows of reality." ------------------------------------------------- Glimpse: "Y...you...h...how c...can...", her voice trembling, unable to believe what she just saw, she turns to leave....or run. He froze "WAIT", his voice cold, she froze completely at her place, she had never heard his voice this cold, with such lack of warmth, it was like-it wasn't even him. And it wasn't. He walks towards her, she wanted to leave, to run but just couldn't move, out of fear? or maybe shock. He stood right in front of her, she looks up at him "y...you...-" , he says with that cold voice that sent shivers down her spine "yes me...". A tear roll down her cheeks without her knowing. He caught the tear with his thumb, his action softer as compared to what she just saw him do, "Don't...don't cry...you know I can't see you cry" his voice soft, but there was an underlying threat, a coldness in that voice.

"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---

#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT

"I met him on the night I was planning to run away - he was holding a gun, and smiling." She thought her father's fists were the worst life could give her-until she met him. Lina, silent, obedient, and when she's kidnapped and thrown into the world of Zane Valerio- the cold, dangerous Italian mafia capo who rules his empire from a building that used to be a warehouse of blood. He's power in motion. Dark eyes, tailored suits, and death in his shadow. She's innocence he doesn't understand. He doesn't do softness. She doesn't know violence like his. But fate doesn't care. He promises protection, but demands obedience. She swears she hates him, but her heart and body say otherwise. She's terrified of him. He's addicted to her silence. And somewhere in the middle, obsession blooms. 2- Aug - 2025 #1 - dark friction 09- October -2025 #1- abusive home 12 - Feb - 2026 #1- truma recovery 12 - Feb - 2026 #2 - Dangerous love

*COMPLETE* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] A Dark Captive Romance 🔪 ❤︎ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈 (Masked Lovers Series #2) he reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head upward until our faces were even closer. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "Completely and utterly." My Monster. My Captor. He watches me. Controls me. Plays with me. I thought I understood darkness-until he showed me how deep it really goes. I was just a normal nineteen-year-old: college, friends, parties. Then, in an instant, it was all ripped away. Kidnapped by strangers. Handed over to him. The man in the mask. They gave me to him like a gift. Now, I'm his. He doesn't just want my body-he wants my soul. He calls me his pet. He wants to break me, reshape me, claim me completely. I try to fight. But resisting only makes it worse. I hate him. I hate what he's doing to me. And yet... I crave him. The darkness is consuming me, warping me into something I don't recognize. But it doesn't matter anymore. Because I'm his. Totally. Irrevocably.

This is book one of the series. Jordan shifts slightly in my lap so she can see my face. "Liam, I want you to mark me." She bluntly states and exposes her neck to me, so I can mark her. A wave of confusion comes over me and I tilt my head looking at her. "Are you sure that is what you want?" I look at her neck where my mark should be and feel my canines extending. Jordan simply smiles and nods her head. I readjust our bodies, so she is underneath me. I lean down and softly kiss her lips. The kiss burns my lips and not in the normal mate bond way. I pull away and rub my lips trying to get the sensation to go away. Jordan stares at me with her eyes squinted. I look her over and see nothing short of the perfect mate I am used to, however, something isn't right. Jordan pulls me down closer to her and starts leaving little kisses all over my body. Every place her lips touch immediately burns. I push her away and move towards the bottom of the bed. She sits up and moves to come closer to me. I move away again. "Liam, don't you want to mark me? Don't you want this?" Jordan looks at me pouting. This is when I realize what is going on. I smile and move to her. "Of course, I want to my queen," I coo at her and grab her wrists and pin them behind her head. My hands are burning from touching her, but I fight through it. I start leaving kisses all along her neck and pause where my canines are supposed to sink into her neck. Jordan lets out a throaty moan and I can smell her arousal. I kiss up and towards the middle of her throat. My canines extend and I bite into her throat and rip it out. Her eyes fill with pain and she struggles before the life is finally drained out of her. I drop the muscle and flesh from my mouth and let out a howl of victory.

She's just a normal girl going into her senior year of high school. She has parents who aren't ever really there. But she has the perfect grades and the perfect body. But she has a fiery mouth that gets her in a lot of trouble. She still claims all of her innocence, but someone wants to take it. --- One night, Joelle and her best friend Sam go to the club on one of their free summer nights. A group of guys start hitting on Sam making her uncomfortable so Joelle steps in to defend her friend. Out of the blue comes in Mateo, AKA the area's most feared and ruthless mafia leader. He takes an interest to Joelle. She refuses to go with him but he wasn't really asking her. He takes her and uses her as his to use and abuse. What will it take for her to get away? Will she get away? ------------------------------ ⚠️WARNING⚠️WARNING⚠️WARNING⚠️ -Mature Scenes -Abuse -Age Gaps -Mature Language -Rape -Violence -Smut

Genre: Paranormal Romance | Werewolf | Dark Fantasy "How long are you going to deny it?" I'm done chasing her. She can no longer run from the truth - from me. Her defiance ends tonight. With a swift motion, I spin her around, wrist twisted, her body flush against mine. She needs to understand: fate doesn't ask permission. "Still stubborn, dove..." I whisper, a smirk curling my lips. "But let me warn you - that sharp tongue of yours might be your undoing." I twirl her again, locking her wrists, her back now pressed to mine. My grip tightens in her hair as I expose her neck - vulnerable, perfect. "You've crossed the line, love. From here on... I won't be responsible for what I become." I seize her lips, claiming them like the fire that's raged in me since the day I sensed her - mine. My canines extend, the scent of fate thick in the air. "Aih... den please," she breathes, surrender flashing in her sapphire gaze. But it's too late. "You're late, Dove." Her scream rips through the night as I sink my fangs into her neck. Scarlet flames burn in my eyes - hers shimmer like frozen oceans. Scarlet against sapphire. Beast against soul. And now... there's no turning back.