"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that promises death and despair. I can already feel his intoxicating heat and presence behind me. Dare I turn around? Absolutely not. My worst fears have finally come to fruition, my twisted fate catching up to me, alas. He is here. He has come to honor his promise-To reclaim his bride. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my husband... Valentine. #1 Dark - 03/24/22 #1 Mythology - 03/07/22 #1 BWWM- 11/27/19 #1 Powerful - 04/02/20 #1 Entity- 08/05/19 #1 Godly - 09/09/20 #1 Thunder - 03/09/22 #1 Deadly - 12/18/22 #12 Hades - 10/19/20 #15 Horror - 04/25/20 #12 Obsession - 07/31/21 #19 Interracial- 03/15/19 Major rewrite loading. Read with Caution.

Ocean shoved at his chest, but Lucas didn't budge. He stayed right there, crowding her. "Move," she snapped, heat in her voice. He didn't. His presence pressed against her, every breath of his filling the little space she had left. Her hands curled tight at her sides. "You don't give me a second. You're always there-hovering, watching, smothering me like I can't breathe without you in my face." Lucas's jaw ticked, eyes hard, but he said nothing. The silence made her angrier. Her chest rose sharp with breath. "I hate it. I hate how you don't let me think, don't let me move. You just close in and wait for me to break." Still, he stayed. And that-more than any words-set her blood boiling. -- A stubborn college girl thinks she's untouchable-until she collides with him. The Beast. A force wrapped in shadow and hunger. One meeting shatters her defenses. Her control slips. Her rules burn. And for the first time, she isn't the one in charge.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

The gorgeous and sweet, Asha Reynolds, just wants a happy and fun life with no drama, heartache, or pain. Which is hard to avoid when that's all life seems to give her. Soon, her troubles become too real when she's wanted by the highly feared and powerful Stone Murello... who has some secrets of his own.

"He watched me. And I could feel it. The skin on my neck tingled and a staticky feeling ran down the length of my spine. I had never felt this way before." Fallon Everskies was searching for something. Answers, maybe, as to why the touch of others burned her. And why her parents constantly kept secrets from her. But most of all, and embarrassingly so, she was searching for love. "She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, and taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet, I yearned for her touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it." Lucius Dendron hadn't felt alive in years. There were more...obvious reasons as to why this was. But the main reason was plain and simple; he was lonely. Even if he himself didn't want to admit it.

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️A story in which a girl falls in love with a mafia enforcer who's seems to good to be true.

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #1 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air . Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Grant has spent three years trying to prove himself to Ruby Jean but she refuses to allow their relationship to progress to the next level. What happens when Grant takes matters into his own hands and do what Ruby Jean won't? Sequel to The Taming of the Sapphire. Start: December 15, 2019 End: November 11, 2021

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option