𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘- ❝𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚗 her 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜,❞ ● 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚 ╰─▸A soft, kind yet cold billionaire or that's what people thought of him, was hiding his darkest side under the angelic face. An untouchable man, never liked presence of women around, more specifically never found interest to invest his time in women till the age of 29, caught his interest in single mother. the pure, innocent and wounded soul. ❝𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓, 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒~❞ ● 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗬/𝗡 ╰─▸The dead 20 yrs old soul tented by many scars given by her abusive husband and stepparents. she lost the ray of smile since early teen, force to mature and trained to bare pain started smiling hearing the giggles of her 8 months old daughter. She was living her life with the purpose to raise her little gem with the only intention to protect her from this cruel world. Her little daughter. Ava. ☆ The journey of conquering her desert heart with his dead one. He was writing fairy tale for two angels despite being the demon of his own tale. Will he heal her, or she will paint his dead, scar filled world with colors? [ The fatherly side of Taehyung for the Ava as well as the tender temptation to get yn will be seen, with madness and obsession in him.] CONTENT -mafia romance -morally grey ML -single mother -age gap -slow burning - dark theme

Blair's already unstable family had fallen apart. Her best friend had left, and she was alone. She was haunted by the demons in her head and struggling with depression, and her brothers were too busy to notice. They were blind to the constant torment she faced by a friend of her bothers. Blair flees from her house and town in fear of her life. Will her brothers realize their mistakes? Will she be found? What happens when she runs into her childhood friend and sparks fly? A/N: Will be posting on Royal Road

I whimpered as I felt the cold metal touched my back. I know he's an ass but I never thought he would go as far as hurting me physically. I looked at him as he strayed towards me. "You're not going anywhere, babe."he said. He pulled my hair up and started licking my neck. Sucking it and biting. "P..please Tyler. S..stop this.", I said between my sobs. I can still feel the excruciating pain at my back but his kisses on my neck are somehow helping decrease the pain. I hate myself for thinking like this. "Say it.. say sorry for talking back at me.", he whispered menacingly. I looked at him ridiculously but immediately regretted it. "Ha. So you won't say sorry?" Without waiting for my response, he turned me to face the wall. He was holding my arms at my back. I winced when he tightened his grip. I yelped when he lift my skirt and slapped my back. "Fuck.", I groaned as I felt the sting on my lower back spread. A tear escaped my eyes, followed by a train of tears. "P-please.. Tyler..stop this.", I begged. "Ha? That's not what I wanted to hear." For the second time, he slapped my ass. It was so loud that it almost echoed in my empty room. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slowly caressing my skin. I feel sore already. "Do you want to say something?" I bit my lower lip and tossed my pride out of the window. "I.. I'm sorry Tyler." I heard him snicker. "Sorry for what?" This is so frustrating. Yet I can't do anything but beg. "I.. I'm sorry for r-raising my voice and talking back at you." i said between my sobs. "What else?" I closed my eyes as I hear my heart beats faster. He yanked my hair. "What else?! "I'm sorry for.." I swallowed the big lump on my throat. "I'm sorry for.. n-not letting you touch m-me." "Good little step sis.", he patted my head. I heard him snicker before he pulled me for a hard kiss.

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

In the wake of her parents' passing, Avalyn Adair returns to her childhood abode, seeking closure and a better understanding of the events that shaped her younger years. As she delves deeper into the mysteries of her family, she uncovers a shock revelation- two alluring and captivating men, inexplicably locked in cages beneath the very foundation of her family home. Unveiling the tangled web of secrets, she must navigate a treacherous path where love, truth, and betrayal intertwine. "I once believed I could break free of this place, yet here I stand, drawn back to the very steps I once fled from. It'll be different this time, liberated from the specter of parental shadows and secrets. No more running. " Patient A-3 is the first book of the duet. ⚠️This is a reverse harem and a DARK romance ⚠️ 18+ !!Currently in the process of being edited!!

*Rated M for Mature* Their meeting happened by accident. It wasn't supposed to happen... But it did. A spark was lit the second their eyes met. A spark no one could've put out. A spark no one dared to put out. To her it was a dangerous spark. One that could potentially have consequences. One that could change everything she knew about life. To him it was a more dangerous spark. One that could have disastrous consequences. One that could potentially be lethal. But then again...... If it doesn't burn then what's the point of playing with fire? *********** "Being with me.....it could kill you. I could be the reason you die." "I could say the same to you. Being with me....it could kill you and everyone you love." "What do we do then? What do you want to do?" "I want to kiss you.....and not stop." The next two words were like a whisper in the wind. "Me too."

She has returned, changed.. She was an innocent 15-year-old girl who had been through too much to list. Silently, she fights her own battles and tries to pull through. Eventually, she finds peace and comfort in her 5 brothers who help her heal over time. Together, they all build trust and friendship within each other and for them, she's the glue of the family that they'd been missing all these years. However, they're hiding things from her. Big things that could change her life. Everything is going well until one night, something snaps inside of Azalea. Something that no one knows of. She's gone. When she mysteriously disappears without leaving a trace, what happens then? No one can seem to find the girl and it drives her brothers mental. They're all left in an unconsolable state. So, when three years pass and she's still not found, what happens then?

A small, petite 19 year old girl is caught thieving. She is dragged to the royal's castle and held in a cell until the next court day. Once she meets the king and queen, she finds herself longing to get a chance to be around them again.