After The Awakening, the start of the end of the world, survival means hiding in shadows. Lucian hides in plain sight, pretending to be a human in a large apartment building. But when he discovers Callum, a limping human scavenger barely holding on, hunger turns to fixation. Days of silent stalking end with Callum waking bound in a filthy bathtub, stripped to fear and skin. In a world where death is certain, captivity begins to feel like the safer option. Warnings: Blood, violence, nudity, kidnapping, stalking, non-consensual feeding, injury, malnutrition, power imbalance, psychological manipulation, Stockholm syndrome themes, threats of death, physical restraint, confinement, emotional manipulation, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship dynamics, depictions of fear and panic, post-apocalyptic setting, implied torture, biting with sexual undertones, intimacy under distress, possessive/controlling behavior, invasive touching, sensory deprivation, physical intimidation, non-Consent elements, and sexual themes. - Chapter length: 2000-5000 words ( 8 minutes to 20+ minutes) This is a mature story that deals with violence, captivity, and toxic relationship dynamics. It shows unhealthy, obsessive love, along with a few darker scenes. None of these behaviors is okay in real life, and I don't condone them at all. Please take care of yourself while reading and make sure no toxic vampires are trying to bite your neck in real life. - Any edits/mismatched dates to past chapters are due to grammar checking, small wording tweaks, or formatting. Nothing major will be changed

There are eyes that watch, and there are eyes that see. He doesn't speak much, but I can feel him in every shadow and in every room. They say the marriage is what's best for the family and for the legacy. But what happens when you're promised to someone who doesn't know the difference between love and obsession?

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

Simone Carter thought she knew exactly what she was moving for. A charming man. A fresh start. A life far from everything she left behind. London was supposed to be simple work, love, stability. And for a while, it is. Rome is attentive, generous, and just flawed enough to feel real. The kind of man you learn to understand. The kind of man you try to fix. Until the cracks start to show. The temper. The insecurity. The things he never explains. And the quiet realization that Rome's world is bigger than he ever let on. Because Rome isn't just a man with money and influence. He's connected. And he's not alone. By the time Simone begins to pull away and she finally chooses herself it's already too late. What she thought she could walk away from was never hers to leave in the first place. Because some men don't lose control. They take it back. And some families like to share.... 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢 is apart of the Moroz series but can be read as a standalone book. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension , and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating.

Ella Coster is the warm, extroverted beauty everyone wants to fuck or befriend. Soft smiles, open heart, and a body that begs to be touched - she's the girl who makes men hard So when she walks in on her boyfriend Cyrus balls-deep in her best friend Jessica, pounding her raw and groaning like a whore in heat, Ella's reaction shocks everyone. She forgives them. Then she marries him. Now the same people who watched her humiliation laugh behind her back: Poor, stupid Ella. Too kind to leave the man who chose another pussy over hers. But while Cyrus fucks his new wife every night, lost in her tight, wet heat and those sweet, moaning lips, Ella is smiling through every thrust. Because forgiveness is the perfect foreplay. Beneath the breathless sex and dripping desire, something vicious is awakening. Some women don't just take back their man. They fuck him senseless. They make him beg. They destroy him. And some vows are soaked in sin and poison. Just how stupid is Ella Coster... really?

On a small inherited farm out in a rural country town in the year 2002, Earl is just trying his best to get through each new day and raise his adopted son, Bobby, the best he can. But when a sudden, strange presence begins to linger over the farm, strange noises and disturbing discoveries start to occur; Earl's quiet, peaceful life begins to shift. - Warnings: Isolation, psychological tension, paranoia, body horror, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, obsessive behavior, dependency themes, coercion, sexual content, stalking behavior, invasive touching, unhealthy relationships, gore, internalized homophobia, and brief depictions of animal death. - Chapter lengths: 2000-4000 words (8 to 20+ minutes) Any edits/mismatched dates to past chapters are due to grammar checking, small wording tweaks, or formatting. Nothing major will be changed

I am a collection of fractured pieces stitched together by violence, trauma, and blood. I know exactly what I am. Yet somehow, when he looks at me, he sees something else entirely. Something worth keeping. Something worth loving. Only a foolish man could mistake a monster for something beautiful. Only a foolish man could love a weapon and expect it not to cut him. Only a foolish man could look at a monster and see a man. And Lorenzo has always been the greatest fool of them all.