BASED ON TRUTHS GIRLS RARELY CONFESS AND DRAWN FROM OBSESSIONS DARKER THAN FICTION, THIS STORY WALKS THE RAZOR'S EDGE BETWEEN DESIRE AND DESTRUCTION. He's too old. too dangerous. too obsessed. but he found her. and he's never letting go. alessia has lived in silence - quiet, invisible, forgotten. until leo. he sees her. wants her. owns her. He watched her sleep. Tracked her online. Erased anyone who got too close. Now he's in her life, and he doesn't care if it's wrong. Sometimes he dreams of her moaning his name... before she's even kissed him. Age gap? YESSSS. Obsession? YESSS. Consent? Slippery. This isn't romance that heals. It's hunger that claws under your skin, a love that feels intoxicating until it turns suffocating. It whispers in the dark: "You were mine before you ever looked at me." Dark romance collides with psychological terror. What Leo does to Alessia doesn't only exist in fiction - it's the kind of manipulation and control that hides behind closed doors in real life. Read if you crave broken girls, dangerous men, possessive obsession, emotional ruin, and control disguised as care. But remember: every touch has a price. Every promise hides a trap. And once you fall into his world, there is no way back. Not soft. Not sweet. Not safe. This isn't a love story. It's a mind game. 🖤 New chapters on Mondays only 🖤

Hogwarts had been rebuilt and Headmistress McGonagall had accepted any 7th years from before the war to return if they wanted for their last year. Draco returned for reasons only known to him and his family, he was part Veela, and all this time he had known who his Mate was, but was selfish. He only wanted someone like him, but after the war He realized how awful it would be to have someone similar to him. As Half-Veela, his Veela senses were heightened emotions and feeling as if his heart could burst with joy whenever he saw her, but he had been able to control it and hide it until this year. Half Veela won't fully come into their 'inheritance' of being most like full Veela until their seventeenth year. It was his last year to get her to fall in love with him or he would die on his 18th birthday.

Iris Calder finally has everything she's ever wanted: a quiet home, a devoted fiancé, and a life untouched by chaos. Theo Blackwell keeps his promises-he protects her, provides for her, and ensures nothing threatens their peace. But devotion has a shadow, and the closer he holds her, the harder it becomes to tell where love ends and possession begins.

Jessica. An 18 year old girl living at home in order to take care of her little sister. In the day and age that jessica lives in, America is run by the government, who is controlled by mobs. One large mob in particular, in Virginia. The leader of this gang is named Joe Copland. Jessicas father works for Mr. Copland. Joe is walking down the street admiring his city. His pride and joy everything that he and his father had ever worked for. When he see's a young girl and what looked to be her sister walking down the same street. When he passed the little girl was laughing and yelled hello in his direction. The elder girl smiled and looked up at him and smiled a brillant beautiful smile at him and said hello also. From then on he wanted that girl. He didn't care how old she was, or what she wanted. He wanted her. and what he wants he gets.

|| I am the original creator of this book. This book is copyrighted and owned by me. Any plagiarism occurring will be reported.|| Copyrighted 2017 ||Full version of old book on Dreame|| *********** 'It started in the past and was forgotten till the memories came hunting back to her when she thought she finally broke free, all because of him' Isla lived her life pretty normally after an unfortunate past. But one ill-fated night she ran into the man who took her back to her memories. His presence itself stirred nerves. Although it seemed like an ill-fated run-in with their past she didn't know he was hunting for the girl he longed for all this time. And when he found her, he was quite reluctant on letting her slip off his hold. He was much more different than the boy she once knew and this time she could not get away. ************ ' You can do as you wish Isla but you cannot run away from me.' Her hand stills his clutches as she struggled against his hold in vain. Her eyes stared back at the man with who she denied having feelings for once. 'You scare me Jaxson' She whispered still struggling with his hold on her wrists. He smirked pulling her flush against his chest and laying his lips on hers. ********** #Rewritten #abusive content #18 +

"You seriously think that you can run away from me?" He sniggered darkly. His obsession, his madness over me peeped at me through his eyes. Taking long steps, he approached me, causing me to pace backwards until I met the wall standing tall behind me. Clutching my fistful of hairs in his hand, he titled my head and sniffed my neck; walking extremely close to me. "That too with my child? You wish so?" "It's not your child." Leaving the nape of my neck, he raised his head and looked straight in my eyes. His black, dark eyes, as if is possessed by some ghost, were ready to murder any living being in front of him. "It's just mine." He smirked, sending shiver down my spine. This is the most animalistic form I have seen of his', in these whole eleven years of span. Bending his head down, he let his warm lips to enfold mine. "Winter sweetheart, you didn't understood my true nature even after so many years?" I frowned, not finding his words penetrating my thick skull. "I take what's mine. And if not peacefully, than I can also snatch it." Except of our racing heart beats, nothing could be heard. There was absolute silence. A new fear unlocked from the depth of my heart and made it's way up to the surface. "And as far as I know, you and the baby growing in your womb, both are mine." ~ All pic credit goes to it's rightful owner.

I want you to want me. I want you to need me." His eyes search her. Because that's how I feel about you. I'm not the same since I met you. I'm starving for you. People say when you meet the one you love, that person can calm you down. Make you better." He shakes his head. "You fucking fan my flames. You make me feel invincible." He sighs heavily. "You deserve better than me," he whispers, placing his head against hers, "but I'm too selfish to let you go. She is annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever's on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be. She's everything I don't want. But she might just be everything I need. And I don't know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves... . . .

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Aira Roy wanted a soft love, sweet kisses, slow mornings, and the kind of man who'd worship her heart. What she got was him. Ivan Simenio. Sin wrapped in silk. CEO by day, mafia by night. And completely, shamelessly obsessed with her. And from the second he laid eyes on her, she became his favorite addiction. It was one night, and she forgot every man before him. Aira was never the same after his hands, his mouth, his name on her lips. ₊ ⊹✧˖°. Tropes~ •Desi X Videshi •Grovelling •Dad's rival •Grumpy X Sunshine •Age Gap •Dark Romance •Touch her and die •Obsessed MMC

TERE ISHQ PE TERI ROOH PE BAS HAQ HAI EK MERA Why? he screamed suddenly slamming his fist into the glass table. It shattered instantly, shards scattering across the floor like his sanity. Tell me Ananya. What the hell is so wrong with me that you can't love me? His voice broke mid sentence. What more do I have to do? I gave up everything! DAMMIT just love me please. Ananya Verma lived a quiet life. A 24-year-old doctor, responsible, grounded, and fiercely protective of her 16 Year-old sister, Misha. After their mother's early death, Ananya had stepped into shoes far too big, far too early. Her world was one of healing-of routine, of care, of order. And then came him. Advik Oberoi. A name whispered in fear and respect. To the world, he was a billionaire businessman with a stonecut jaw and a colder heart. But in the shadows he ruled a world where rules didn't exist. The mafia world bowed before him not because he demanded it, but because they knew what he could do if they didn't. Pushed into the underworld at just sixteen after his father's brutal assassination, Advik had learned quickly that emotions were liabilities. Pain? Unfamiliar. Love? A weakness. Sleep? A luxury he hadn't known in years. The only person he trusted was Abhinav Kanna his father's once-loyal right hand, now his shadow. Until he saw her. Ananya. She was everything he wasn't-light to his darkness, calm to his chaos, compassion to his cruelty. And he wanted her. Not just her presence. Not just her touch. He wanted her soul. But love, when it grows in the soil of obsession, isn't love at all. It's hunger. It's possession. It's the beginning of a war. She wanted to stay away. He refused to let her go. Because for the first time since he was sixteen, Advik Oberoi felt something. And that made Ananya Verma the most dangerous woman in his world. He was falling-and she might be the only one standing between him and total destruction. And if he fell, he might drag her down with him. ---

Karmen Morales, 21. She's lost her Parents, her only brother, and just found out she's going to be a single mother after having a one night stand with with someone without even knowing his name. How will she react when six years later the man comes back into her life and reveals he's the leader of the Italian mafia, Luca Vitale. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "You know for all those years I couldn't get you out of my head." He says pulling his shirt off his shoulders, leaving me speechless. "I thought about how you looked, how you sounded, how you felt." He said pushing me down so I'm laying on my back. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He holds one of my legs up, leans down and kisses my inner thigh. "ho pensato a come hai assaggiato" he said, kissing higher and higher up my thighs. (i thought about how you tasted) He reaches my underwear and slips his fingers under the straps. He presses his thumb against my clit causing me to gasp. "You're so wet for me tesoro." He says, causing me to blush. He pulls his hand away and pulls my panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. He spreads my legs gently with his hands before kneeling down and placing a wet kiss right on my clit causing me to shudder. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapters with (☑️) equal smut. **STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED** (Comments that involve any kind of kink shaming will be deleted. ) Much love -the author ❤️ ----------------------------------------------------------------- 10k reads- 08/31/21 20k reads- 09/24/21 30k reads- 10/07/21 40k reads- 10/13/21 50k reads- 10/30/21 60k reads- 11/22/21 70k reads- 12/15/21 80k reads- 1/1/22 90k reads- 1/11/22 100k reads!!!!!- 1/23/22 200K READS!!!- 4/25/22 420k READS!!!- 5/20/23