「 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 ❝So... this is the one?❞ His voice was low, and husky. ❝Please... don't hurt me❞ the boy whispered. A slow smile curved the man's lips. ❝Aren't you just the cutest little thing I've ever seen?❞ ───────────────── Etienne Theodore is all innocence and wide eyed wonder. A boy lost in his own world of stuffed bunnies and imaginary kingdoms. He lives in a small house in Moscow with his abusive, alcoholic father. Innocent, pure and untouched. A little angel drifting through a world too cruel for him. And then there's Aleksander Volkov. Bratva king. The wolf. All seven deadly sins wrapped in one man. Raised in hell, bending both heaven and hell to his will. He is the devil incarnate. When Etienne's father is buried under debt, he is sold to him. Aleksander had never known innocence... until he saw Etienne, fragile and wide eyed, clutching his bunny in his tiny, trembling hands. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦. ─────────────────

「 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨」 ❝You like being hunted, don't you, little thing? Knowing every fucking breath you take makes me want to pin you down and fuck you right there.❞ ───────────────── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie. A prestigious Parisian college for the rich and powerful. Cyril is none of those things. He's poor, painfully shy and far too soft. Just the scholarship student everyone overlooks. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Roses with no sender and handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing, exactly who he's talking to, and exactly when he's alone. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears, and the monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like this isn't the beginning, but something that started long before Cyril ever noticed. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion with masked faces, and a Halloween "party" that feels more like a trap. Obsession has a name. And it's coming for him. ─────────────────

Jeremy Volkov × Landon King "Dont even think about it volkov" "oh moy psikh when im near you i cant think" Two enemies searching for revenge, but when one gets taken what does the other do..? LEGACY OF GODS FANFICTION

Avery is now part of the four horsemen. Their one and only goal is to find him. It doesn't seem important to her but maybe it's only because she knows exactly where he is. She has a lot going on and as long as she keeps an eye on Damon and Luke, everything should be alright. However, we all know by now that things never go as planned. UNFINISHED

This is a fanfiction of Annika volkov (daughter of adrian volkov) and vaughn morozov (son of Kirill Morozov) This story is not the best but i tried. All the characters belong to Rina Kent. i just wanted to make a non MM story of vaughn morozov - for the book community who not into MM Annika volkov I was never supposed to meet him. We were never meant to cross paths. And yet, here he was-my shadow, my devil, my enemy. How I wished he would stay far away from me... and yet, in some twisted corner of my mind, I wanted him to come closer. He was a cold bastard, heartless, untouchable. Everything about him screamed danger. There was no going back. I was supposed to live a simple life: ballet, home, my parents, safety. Nothing more. I was never meant to get involved with the future son of the Pakhan-the man who could snap me in half without a second thought. But it was too late. He was already here, already a part of my life. He could destroy me... and somehow, he had saved me too. Now, I needed him more than I needed myself. vaughn morozov I was never supposed to meet her. She was meant to be just a pawn-a way to get information on Adrian and Jeremy. I don't give a damn about anyone else. Never have. My parents were the only people who mattered. Beyond them, there was nothing, no one. I have no weakness. I never let my guard down. I destroy anything-or anyone-that stands in my way. At first, she was just a tool. A fragile little thing I could bend, manipulate, and ruin for my own benefit. My little doll. I was supposed to play with her, control her, and discard her when I was done. But then something changed. The moment she appeared in my path, something inside me broke. That small, fragile woman-so deceptively delicate-tore through my defenses in ways I didn't even know were possible. She ruined me. Completely. And somehow... I can't get enough of her. She won't escape me. Not now. Not ever.

MM ROMANCE | (Male x Male) Zack Milers, a 21 year old simple student living alone, away from his family. He has friends, social life and everything that a person needs to live. His life has the perfect, calm flow, going to university in the morning, doing part time in the night and even going to parties with his friends on weekends. However that flow turns into uncontrollable waves when he finds a box with a note on his bed. 'From your shadow' Shadow, his personality is exactly like his name. The name he choose for himself. No one notices his presence, his work leaves no hint behind. He prefers to be alone, away from the eyes of the people but when his eyes land on Zack for the first time, he can't look away. Something about the boy pulls him in. Wanting to know more about the eye catching boy, he starts following Zack like a shadow but can a shadow disappear too easily? No and Zack knows it too well. "I'm your shadow. No matter how hard you try to get away from me, I will follow you. Your existence means my existence." A low whisper rings in the dark room, barely making it to my ears. He stands there in the darkest corner of my room where I can't see him. He knows how to hide himself too well. "Where ever you'll go, I'll come behind you." His rough voice sounds chill running all over my body. started 11 December 2024 #1 psycho #1 spicy #1 possessive #8 gay romance #2 stalker #2 intense #4 manipulation #1 mmromance #14 lgbtpride #15 gaylove

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Waltz at the opera Marriage was supposed to be the end of the war. Instead, it's only the beginning. Maya Sokolov Morozov thought walking down the aisle meant taming the beast who claimed her. But life with Vaughn is a dance of fire and ice - passion so scorching it burns, and danger lurking at every corner. The Ukrainians are moving in, blood debts are rising, and trust becomes the most dangerous gamble of all. One mistake will cost her everything. And when she makes anunforgivable choice... the man who vowed to burn the world for her might be the one to turn it into ashes. -- TROPES: .DARK ROMANCE .ENEMIES TO LOVERS .MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE .BROTHER'S FRIEND .RUSSIAN MAFIA HEIR AND HEIRESS .SLOW BURN .BOY OBBSESSED .POSSESSIVE FEMALE LEAD .MAFIA HUSBAND x LAWYER WIFE .THE BEAST x HIS MATCH --- -- Book 2 of the opera trilogy. This is NOT a standalone. -- WALTZ AT THE OPERA IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK. ALL CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY AND BELONG TO RINAKENT. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION/MY IMAGINATION.

Sin at the Opera She's fearless. He's dangerous. And desire is their deadliest weapon. When brilliant lawyer Maya Sokolov crosses paths with Vaughn Morozov - the Bratva's untouchable heir - lust and obsession collide. Every look, every touch, every secret could destroy them... or ignite a passion they can't escape. Dark, twisted, and addictive - this is a love that doesn't forgive. --- "One look. One touch. One dangerous obsession that could consume them both." --- TROPES: .DARK ROMANCE .ENEMIES TO LOVERS .MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE .BROTHER'S FRIEND .RUSSIAN MAFIA HEIR AND HEIRESS .SLOW BURN .BOY OBBSESSED .POSSESSIVE FEMALE LEAD .MAFIA HUSBAND x LAWYER WIFE .THE BEAST x HIS MATCH --- SIN AT THE OPERA is the first book in the opera trilogy. This is NOT a standalone. SIN AT THE OPERA IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK INSPIRED BY THE RINAKENTUNIVERSE ALL CHARACTER BELONG TO RINAKENT AND THIS IS ONLY FICTION , A WORK OF MY IMAGINATION

"Matryoshka" A doll that learns to love the hands that crack its porcelain and the hands that mend it. ________________________________________ Jeremy had me pinned against the shattered remains of an antique mirror, glass teeth biting into his palms as he struggled to keep his breathing even. "Adorable" Jeremy cooed, pressing the cold barrel of a gun beneath my chin. "You're shaking." A razor-blade smile. "With rage." Lie. My stomach coiled tight as Jeremy's free hand slid under my shirt counting my ribs like a butcher pricing cuts. "Liar." The safety clicked off. "Your pulse is begging me to stop." I forced a laugh, even as my vision blurred at the edges. "Then you're bad at listening." The gun fired into the ceiling and I flinched, shame burning hotter than the gunpowder scent between them. Jeremy licked the tear from my cheek. "There it is." {Jeremy x Landon}