She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: "P-please..." she begs, her voice trembling. I smirk. "You like this, don't you? The way my fingers own you... greedy little thing, I bet you wish it was my cock instead." She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

Winning games. Cheers. Trophies. Spotlight. College Football star, Golden Boy, and Browning University's Quarterback, Holden Reyes has all eyes on him as he runs beneath the stadium lights. Runs to the winning score. Runs to the partying. Runs to the spotlight. Runs to the escape exit of his own desolate childhood waiting room. Holding pens. Stories. Apprehensiveness. Hidden. Winona Bennett, living life through the shadows of her made up worlds and mind's creations. With a supermodel for a mother and sister, she is the silhouette to the shadows of their spotlight shined gleaming faces. She wasn't built for the spotlight, rather just secretly walking past her writings in the hands of others on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, the thrill. Except what happens when the paths of each others' comforts cross over each other in a night of what a romance author would refer to as divine disruption? #1 in writer #1 in gold rush #1 in popular guy #1 in Manhattan #1 in supermodel #2 in famous #2 college #1 in popular #1 in collegeromance #1 in youngadult #1 in shy girl #2 in cute

> Getting into Crestwood Royal High was my dream - the kind of dream you carry in silence, because it feels too big to say out loud. I used to scroll through their website at midnight, staring at the photos - marble hallways, tailored uniforms, chandeliers in classrooms, students with names like royalty. I thought, "If I get in, everything will change." And I did. I got in. I made it. With scholorship. For one brief, perfect moment - I was proud of myself. I was happy. I thought I belonged. But that illusion shattered faster than I could blink. Because I wasn't just seen - I was marked. Marked by them. The Reapers. The most feared, most worshipped, most untouchable group in all of Crestwood. Not students. Monarchs. Dictators. A silent empire built on fear and whispered rules. And their leader? Callum King. He's not just a person - he's a presence. The black heart. The black soul. The black smoke in a room full of light. Everything about him is dark - from the sharp glint in his eyes to the way the hallway goes quiet when he walks in. And the first time he looked at me, really looked at me, he didn't smile. He didn't introduce himself. He just leaned in and said, low and ice-cold: "You are fucked up." That was the day I stopped dreaming... And started surviving.

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

Clementine. He was once my saviour, now he's my captor. Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster. Cruel. Popular. Devilishly handsome. Sinner. Ezekiel Our story ended before it could even start. Clementine Monroe is a wolf in sheep's clothing. She's pathetically two-faced. Behind her sweet and docile facade hides a beast. Beautiful. Unpopular. Sweet. Saint by day. Sinner by night. She's like cinderella. Except when the clock hits midnight, her sweet persona disappears. [?????: ???? ???]