"Please let me go." I scream hitting my fists against his back. My hands hit him repeatedly. He drops me down suddenly and for a second I thought he was letting me go. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Mysteker 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I scream loudly from frustration I throw everything across the room. The TV smashes. Glass decor shatters. The room becomes a mess. Tears sting my eyes. I scream again. Then I feel his arms around me. Caging me into a hug as I let out a sob of frustration. I'm stuck here. Again. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Aurora has been stalked for the past 3 months by a man who she drunkingly spent a night with. She has no memory of his face making it harder to find out who he is. Aurora has no clue that her stalker could be someone far or someone so close to her. ♡♡♡ Noah has been fascinated and obsessed with Aurora ever since that night and decides to stalk her after realising she has no memory of him, making it a game for Aurora to find out his actual identity. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

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)

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

"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)

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

"Don't you get it, bunny? You're fucking mine. I don't care if I have to break you for you to understand that. I don't care if I have to kill every single man who has ever looked at you to prove that. I will gladly fill up hell if it means forcing you to be mine. There's no escape from me, Rhea." "You're threatening me?" "No, see, that's what you don't get. I do not hurt you because I can or by force. I hurt you because I know you want it. You've shown me you want it, repeatedly, in fact." "But what about-" "In other situations, every time I watch another man touch you, I'm thinking about all the ways he could hurt you that you wouldn't enjoy." "But you've done all of the same things they would" "You were mine the second I saw you. No question." "And what if I didn't want to be yours?" "Doesn't matter." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rhea Albrecht's is a professional artist whose father just passed away a week ago. She's been incurably heartbroken about it since, and it doesn't help that she seems to have a stalker in her midst. It starts with the most random things... A note taped to her front door. A bloody rose left on her bed. But soon, the notes and gifts turn from suspicious to terrifying, and Rhea will have to find out who's been stalking her and what they want. Is it someone she knows? Or just a stranger's sick fixation?