──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋🔞 "𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ ℴ𝒷𝓈ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒷ℯℊ𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂." _____ Sold to pay a debt, the Doll was never meant to survive. But the Devil-ruthless, obsessed, and covered in blood-decided to keep him. Locked in a mansion of velvet cages and twisted love, the Doll becomes the Devil's most precious possession. Screams echo through the halls, but so does something darker-something like love. A brutal, romantic descent into madness. _____

GOD'S GRACE AND BLESSINGS SAVED ME🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿 THIS IS MY STORY... A MAN WITH POWER AT HIS FINGERTIPS TO END A PERSON'S LIFE. THE ABILITY TO PURCHASE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. HIS PRESENCE ALONE HAVE WOMEN BEGGING FOR HIS ATTENTION... HE WAS BORN AN ELITE. BOARDING SCHOOL EDUCATION THROUGH OUT EUROPE AND UNITED STATES. ON TOP OF HIS MILITARY CAREER STARS ADDED TO GENERAL RANK. AND THAN IT'S ME BORN TO MIDDLE CLASS FAMILY WHERE I WAS PROTECTED AND GROOMED TO ALWAYS HELP OTHERS. GENERATIONS OF COLLEGE EDUCATED FAMILY. GOING BACK AS FAR AS MY GREAT-GRANDPARENTS- NEGRO SCHOOL TEACHERS IN THE LATE 1800 IN THE SOUTH. GENERATIONS OF MASONIC, DEMOCRAT PARTY, BAPTIST CHURCH, SCLC, NAACP, WITH SO MANY MORE... HOW COULD TWO PARALLEL LINES INTERSECT. HOW CAN LOVE GO SO WRONG ? IT IS TRUE WHAT IS SAID ABOUT A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE ? LOVE WAS DENIED SO HERE COMES THE HATE !!! HOW DO A GIRL SURVIVE THE HATE? HOW DO I SURVIVE THE HATE ? PRAYING TO JESUS CHRIST !

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"

"𝑊𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢-𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑡 3 𝑎.𝑚. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟." _____ They called it love. But what Damian and Adrian felt for Asher was something else entirely. It began with a stolen glance. Then came the silence. The cage. The wedding. Trapped in a mansion lined with silk and secrets, Asher learns that some kinds of love don't bloom-they bruise. But roses still grow. And even dolls can break. Or worse... learn how to smile. There are whispers behind the walls. Something is coming. Something they didn't plan for. Because even obsession has a price. _____ ❎ Update: ON HIATUS.

❝𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕... 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.❞ _____ He only came to Moscow to play the violin. But the wrong song caught the wrong man's heart- and the mafia king never let him go. He didn't expect to be watched. He didn't expect to be taken. Now he wakes in a world that doesn't feel like his own- With a man who swears they're in love, And memories that don't belong to him. But the mind doesn't stay silent forever. And the truth always finds a way to bleed through. _____ ❎ Update: ON HIATUS.

🔞"𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐢"🔞 "𝑰 𝒅𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦-𝑰 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑰 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑰 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜." _____ Inthorn Thanawanich is a man feared even by monsters. Cold-blooded, untouchable, and worshipped like a god in Bangkok's darkest corners, he doesn't feel... not love, not pity, not mercy. Until the night he sees him-a trembling boy stepping onto the auction stage, clutching a worn bunny plushie like a lifeline. They call him Noi. Eighteen. Soft. Silent. Everything Inthorn isn't. Something about the boy pulls him in. Maybe it's the way he flinches from his gaze. Maybe it's the purity that doesn't belong in a place like this. Or maybe it's because, for the first time in years, Inthorn wants to keep something-not break it. But monsters don't know how to love. Only how to own. And as Inthorn drags Noi into his world of luxury, violence, and obsession, he begins to unravel in ways even he can't understand. Because in a life built on ruin, one innocent boy might be the only thing keeping the beast from burning it all. _____ ✅ Update: Saturday.

⚠️ ORIGINAL VERSION ⚠️ ❝𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕... 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.❞ _____ He only came to Moscow to play the violin. But the wrong song caught the wrong man's heart- and the mafia king never let him go. He didn't expect to be watched. He didn't expect to be taken. Now he wakes in a world that doesn't feel like his own- With a man who swears they're in love, And memories that don't belong to him. But the mind doesn't stay silent forever. And the truth always finds a way to bleed through. _____

⚠️ ORIGINAL VERSION ⚠️ ❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏- 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒕.❞ "He broke him. Years later, he begged to love him." After destroying Elias's life, Damian returns-not to hurt him again, but to keep him forever. In a wooden house far from the world, guilt turns to obsession... and broken pieces begin to fall in love. But the past doesn't forget. And this love story was always meant to end in blood. _____

Rafaele De Santis was feared by all. A ruthless mafia king, blood on his hands and ice in his veins. But everything changed the night he stepped into a debtor's house and found Angelo Romano-soft, sheltered, too innocent for the world he lived in. Angelo was never meant to cross paths with a monster like him. Yet from the moment Rafaele saw him, he knew: the angel would be his obsession, his downfall, his sweetest sin. _____ ❎ Update: ON HIATUS.