Aphrodite was tasked to make Thanatos a beautiful, mortal wife. To sit along his throne in the underworld. She was made to appear a soft, delicate flower, so much love to share, and optimism no one really had. Thanatos is the personification of death. You know, the man in the dark hooded tunic with the scythe. A Greek god tasked to collect souls of the newly deceased and bring them to the underworld. He decided when their time was up, merely decided the fate of individuals. He is the son of Nyx, goddess of night, and the brother of Hypnos, God of sleep. However a soul so sweet didn't deserve to be there. Thanatos knew her purpose, watched over her since she had been born, his hard shell never deliberately expressing care for her. But at 25 Aphrodite confronted Thanatos to bring his betrothed to the underworld. He refused, but time was ticking, the people were growing impatient. It had to be done.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

#Teen Fiction # |Rosetta| " Do you understand me ?" I nodded . " Do you trust me ?" I nodded " Will you obey me ?" I nodded again . On the land of the RainStone territory , There was nothing one could do to refuse The Royals . There were the only source of food and shelter for the villagers , they were their only gods . No on shall go against them . # Cover by : @hot_steamy

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

Esmeray was raised in a shitty orphanage and she didn't attend college. She started working at the age of eighteen. She rented the cheapest apartment she could afford but after a while, she start struggling with her rent because of her salary. She switched jobs a lot over the years being a bartender, a cashier, a dog-walker, and a babysitter. Since she didn't have the education for a good job she settled for a waitress job at a local burger shop. Her life changed once she was kidnapped by Velda and forced to marry Steele. Steele Perez, mob boss of a ruthless gang. While the heartless Don falls for a broken woman? Please check the warnings before proceeding

Saint Morseti owns his own gourmet restaurant. He is the lead/head chef. With a passion for cooking and baking, he finds peace in producing delicious food. But on his free time. And majority of his time from the past 8 months he's taken a more intense interest. Danika Reeves. He knows it all. Where she is at, what she wears every day, the scheduling of her showers and the days she washes her curly hair. He knows her hobbies, when she gets paid, when she leaves for work, every indent or scar on her body. She was his muse. Well in the beginning. But it became much worse. He is a man who suffers with anxiety disorders. Separation anxiety, selective mutism, social anxiety, and reactive attachment disorder. With a dark past, he thought seeing who she is would do no harm, it would be fun. But now he can't live without her. And she's suspicious of something, but she can't put her finger on it.

Corvina Maxwell is a painter, an artist with an adoration for dark literature and themes outside of the good. She's a kind spirit but she's always been gravitated toward pessimistic people and exposed herself to dark romance, art, poetry. Valerian Calix is a world known pop star, having music similar sounding to the Neighborhood, Nirvana, and Chase Atlantic, they get a lot of attention. Lead singer and electric bass/guitar player is silent in interviews, and no words come from him other than his incredible vocals and dark songs. Songs meant to be in sexually toxic films. He loves his motorcycle and avoids female attendees as he has no female experience, although he is what every female wants. What happens when a dark spirited man and a woman curious with depth collide?

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. This story has been edited and is now completed.

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)