|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

‼️ DARK ROMANCE +🔞 O paciente mais perigoso não é aquele que grita. É aquele que cala. O caso de Kieran Crowe é um segredo bem guardado. Um homem rico. Um assassino. Um silêncio que dura cinco anos. Mabel Frost é inteligente, destemida e a nova psiquiatra do caso mais perigoso de sua carreira. Ela acredita na ciência, na razão e em seu próprio controle. Mas Kieran não quer ser curado. Ele quer ela. AVISO IMPORTANTE: DIREITOS AUTORAIS ​Esta é uma obra de ficção fruto da minha imaginação. Todos os personagens, cenários e enredos aqui apresentados são de minha autoria exclusiva. ​⚠️ Plágio é crime! De acordo com a Lei nº 9.610/98, é proibida a reprodução, cópia ou adaptação desta história (total ou parcial) sem a autorização expressa do autor.

Algumas histórias começam com abandono. A de Melissa, conhecida como Mel, começou com uma porta aberta na chuva... e um par de olhos que nunca mais desviaram dela. Samuel sempre esteve ali. Silencioso. Presente. Sufocante. Ela achava que era implicância. Mas existem sentimentos que crescem no escuro - e, quando finalmente revelados, já é tarde demais para fugir.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

WARNING❗️🩸Read the tags🩸❗️ Bellenria Zaye is a simple girl who's not trying to be seen; she prides herself on navigating the waves of her life with steady hands. However, she'll come to learn that not all rocks are avoidable. Meeting Zavrekian Abratino would be the moment she'd lost all sense of control. The tight string she had been gripping would snap, leaving her vulnerable to his piercing emerald gaze. The man didn't avert his eyes from her; as he stared, he seemed to be attaching pieces of her soul and reading her as if she were on display for all to see. Belle felt something awakening from deep within as she stared back into his gaze, something unnerving and alarming. It was an emotion she couldn't name, one that whispered of danger wrapped in allure. She couldn't see the shadow that stretched behind him, thick and inescapable, like a predator poised to strike. By the time she put together the void latched in his gaze, it was too late. The man would be her corrupter, the one who would paint his teeth with her blood to drill into her mind that there was no escaping once he'd gotten a hold of her.

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

It's sicken . The overwhelming love , but you keep coming back . It pulls you in like a magnet refusing to let go . You run he chases . You leave he follows . You hide he finds . You cry he torments . It's an obsession you can't let go of . Can your heart handle it ? The sorrow The pain The love The guilt The beauty The ugly The light The darkness It's everything and more . It's like a drug , you can't stop using . You'd overdose from it and die happily. _______________________________________

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.