𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥... 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨-𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝-𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞.

It wasn't a mirror-it was a glass. And he was on the other side, watching me fall for him. When Aria Vale moves into her new apartment, she thinks the antique mirror on her bedroom wall is just another relic of the past. Until she starts feeling watched. What she doesn't know is that it isn't a mirror at all. It's glass. And behind it-someone's there. Liam Drevaux is her boss at the tech firm. Cold, brilliant, untouchable. But when she looks into that mirror, when she whispers to herself in the dark, she has no idea the man she fears and desires most is already watching... every. single. night. What starts as a reflection becomes an obsession-two lives caught between guilt and desire, glass and sin. And when the mirror finally cracks, so will everything they thought they knew about love, trust, and control. Because some secrets are much more fun when revealed.

Tessa is just trying to survive her last year of university. What happens when someone from her university starts studying her a little too closely? The warnings for this book are at the end of chapter one. Some of them are in the tags as well.

He killed her abuser. Now he's watching her sleep. They told her the house was finally safe. They were wrong. The night Charlotte Hale returns to the home she inherited, the storm comes with it-and so does the man standing in the field beyond her window. He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He doesn't move. Rain slicks his shoulders, darkens the flannel stretched across his chest. An axe hangs loose in his grip, heavy and familiar. It's the same axe he used to kill her father-the man who ruled Hale House with silence and precision, who taught Charlotte what it meant to be watched. She should be afraid of him. Instead, she presses her hand to the glass. His palm rises to meet it from the other side, broad and scarred, the contact separated by nothing but rain and memory. When he speaks, his voice carries through the storm-low, unyielding, intimate in a way that makes her breath catch. I took care of him. No one gets to hurt you now. He doesn't ask permission. He doesn't apologize. He waits. As Charlotte begins to understand the truth-about what was done for her, about what the house remembers, about the difference between punishment and possession-she's forced to confront a dangerous question: What if the man who killed her father is the only one who ever tried to save her? Hale of a View is a dark psychological romance about reclaiming power, choosing your monsters, and the terrifying comfort of being seen by someone who refuses to look away.

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer. #2 in Mask.

she was just a girl,quiet and untouched.He was a man with darkness in his soul and denger in his eyes.He didn't believe in love.he believed in owning what he wanted,from the moment he saw her.. he just wanted her.

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Watcher I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. I will claim her.

╔═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╗ Lᴏᴠᴇ & Oʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ╚═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╝ Dᴀʀᴋ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄe ══════◄••❀••►══════ "What made you come here, little cat?" He spoke, Not a question but a demand, point out the hidden sarcasm. His voice husky, and eyes darken. While he Sat On dark couch calmly, Staring at my quivering soul, and all I was In front of the devil, Preparing myself for his meal. "I-I Came to apologize for my earlier mista--" barely audible, with the stammering tone I managed to answer but all he could do interrupt. "On your knees" he Command, and my eyes widen in terror. I looked at him and his ocean blue eyes with a threaten warning was already stucked on me. "Uhmm..w-why?" I questioned, in horror. "Obey me" he spoke with low and menacing tone, after thinking for few seconds which felt for hours in loud silence, I was on my knees. Looking at the 'devil' for next command. And A Smirk, curled up on his lips. "Unbuckle My Belt" He demand, while all I look at him in shock, is he going to hit Me? "W-why?" Again, I questioned with a helpless tone. "You're going to swallow My cock, in your mouth with your eyes on Me. And then i will think to forgive you or not, little cat." And I gulp the large saliva down from the throat just thinking about it. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Where death lies, the Leviathan Hart mention. Fall in love but more like suffocation. Luna stewart, a beautiful shaped soul. Trapped in the world of his dark obsession. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Trigger warning- mature scenes, foil language and torture inside this book. If you are mentally not prepared, this book is not for you. ~Aria. With love for all of you.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his words. He stays that way for a moment before sliding his hand down my forearm and slowly pulling his head away. Our bodies still touching, he looks down at me with a smirk on his lips before he lets me go and walks away without another word. ~~~~ He is not the same person anymore. He has secrets. With him in her life, it is just a bittersweet tragedy.