"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

What would you do if a lethal creature was stalking you? Delilah, a medical student, feels an unshakable gaze on her the moment she arrives in her new dorm. The unease deepens when cryptic, unsettling notes start appearing. But the terror becomes all too real when her stalker begins visiting her in the dead of night. Her pursuer? Not just any predator, but one of the most lethal creatures the world has ever known. A werewolf. His name is Eros. . . . #1 in Paranormal [2025.04.02] Warning- I'll hunt you down if you dare to steal my work :) Not your ordinary Werewolf Romance; *not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Rewritten version of 'Stalker'.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

"Beg for it. Beg for more." "I want it..." I whispered. "I want more." "Louder." "I want it! I want more! Give me more!" He smiled darkly. "Good girl." ********* Surrounded by disgusting frat boys and obsessed creeps, Tessa Sparks struggles with her life through college after her high school sweetheart, Miles, left her years ago. The same boy who came back almost a decade later, showing himself at her old friend's frat party. And she just couldn't resist. Challenged by both her lifestyle and his, Tessa cannot resist the dangers of Miles... and her twisted desires... only he can satisfy. She didn't care how her life would end up. All she wanted was to be under him... with his belt in one hand, the other latched around her throat. For he was the only one who could understand... her most dubious desires in the bedroom. (Teach Me How To Love Again is part of the Dangerous Realm, but is not part of a series) #1 in "realistic romance" (May 21, 2025) #1 in "s and m" (May 21, 2025) #1 in "bdsm romance" (May 21, 2025)

Rewritten Version!!! Original version can be found on my profile. ******* Emily Hayden thought her first year of college would be exciting. She had no idea that she would catch the eye of Vincent Graves, an unstable man with an unstable past, who eventually becomes obsessed with her. What is it about Emily that fascinates him so? Well, Vincent is determined to find out. One way or another....even if it means taking her away from everything and everyone she's ever loved. Warning: This story will contain disturbing themes such as sexual assault and murder. Reader discretion is advised.

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

HE FOUND HER ONCE, HE CAN DO IT AGAIN ***** I smiled up at Ellie as her legs spread around my head. Her breath was shaking as she stared down at me, clearly overwhelmed right now. Good. "Your pussy's very pretty," I said to her, hearing her breath shaking when I ran my thumb along her wetness. She moaned, arching her back. "It's all pink," I commented, sliding the wetness along ger clit. "Just look... all fresh and beautiful just for me." I smiled up at her. "I can't wait to destroy you." ***** He's not human, he is fallen. It had been five years since, Zane Kier, the lead of the Kaden Mafia, kidnapped me. I was only sixteen. Just a child, but he was, too. I managed to escape. An off-duty police officer came to my rescue and took me back to my family... or... what was left of my family. After my kidnapping, my older sister became overprotective and hounded over me so I wouldn't be taken again. But even she couldn't stop him. Zane Kier... my art professor's teaching assistant at Bitterwave University. He found me again. And now he won't let me go. (ruined is in the paranormal realm, but is not part of a series)

"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.

Enzo..." I started, but the words died on my lips as he silenced me with a kiss, his mouth devouring mine with urgency. His voice was a dark whisper, tinged with menace as he pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with intensity. "You disobeyed me, baby," he murmured, the threat lingering in the air. "It's time for punishment." My heart raced at his words, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins. "I-I didn't mean to," I whispered, my voice trembling with uncertainty. A predatory smirk curled on his lips as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. "Intentions don't matter, Tesoro," he said softly, his hands tracing a path along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "Consequences do." "Please," I pleaded, my voice barely audible, yet filled with yearning. "Please what, Tesoro?" His smirk deepened, knowing full well the effect he had on me. "Words, Elena," he prompted, his gaze fierce and commanding. With trembling lips, I uttered the words, my heart pounding. "Please punish me." With a primal growl, he seized my lips in a punishing kiss. 💮 As obsession tightened its grip, ENZO MORITTI an Italian mafia descended into an abyss of longing, consumed by the need to possess her completely. She became his obsession, his fixation, his everything.In his eyes, she was not just a woman, but a goddess to be worshipped.She was his to love, his to lust, his to possess Elena Rossi, a Mexican girl shattered by her parents' murder, navigates life with resilience and determination. Working diligently at her aunt's bakery while pursuing her education, she embodies strength tinged with naivety. Unexpectedly, she captures the attention of the town's most powerful man, who becomes both her admirer and stalker. Despite her stubbornness and short temper, Elena's sweetness captivates those around her, setting the stage for a tumultuous journey of love, obsession, and betray