Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

Meechie last a one night stand with Kardier and the night changes the two of them more than they expect .

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏. 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟐/𝟐𝟖/𝟐𝟎 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟑/𝟐𝟐/𝟐𝟏 ~𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞~

He's the billionaire heir who has everything. She's the scholarship girl who has nothing. I was content with my quiet life. I asked for nothing and expected even less. Then Adrian Hawthorne set his eyes on me. He decided I was his. His new project. His unwanted obsession. He says he'll ruin me. He promises to tear down my world until he's the only one left. What he doesn't know is that I'm already broken. And he might just be the one to shatter completely. A dark billionaire romance with a possessive hero, a "touch her and you die" vibe, and secrets that could destroy them both. "His to Ruin" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is part of the book series "The Hawthorne Legacy #1" ______ "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Lilia. When I'm done with you, the memory of my touch will be a brand on your skin. The sound of my voice will be the only thing you hear in your dreams. You will crave me. You will beg for me." My breath hitched, my entire body frozen in a state of horrified paralysis. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the contact sending a bolt of pure, unadulterated electricity through me. "And the best part?" he breathed, his voice a silken, venomous promise. "You're going to love every second of it." He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a triumphant, predatory fire. He had seen the flicker of response in my eyes, the traitorous shiver that had run down my spine. He knew he had struck a nerve. That was what finally broke the spell. Rage, pure and absolute, surged through me, burning away the fear. I yanked my hand back, my palm connecting with his cheek with a sharp, satisfying crack that echoed in the silent aisle. He didn't even flinch. He just stood there, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his face as he gently touched the reddening mark on his cheek. "There's that fire," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, appreciative hunger. "I can't wait to taste it."

Here I was, 4 A.M in my shower, thinking about how good my cock would feel buried inside her pussy. How desperate I am to destroy her insides and breed her until sh- no-I couldn't handle it anymore. I imagined her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her senselessly. Our eyes would lock while I whispered sweet nothings. Then I'd flip her over, arching her back and digging her head into the mattress, suffocating her just a little, and then ramming into her without warning. I sound like a sadist but I can't help it. The things she makes my body do, I've never felt this with another woman. June is obsessed with Amirlya. Severely obsessed. So obsessed that he has control on her every move, eyes on her every step, and lurks in the shadows when she doesn't notice. Amirlya on the other hand just wants to be left alone. With years of tormenting, she is tired of constantly falling victim to June's strange possessiveness and frightening authority over her. However, that all changes when he strangely decides to reform himself, into a better man, for her sake. Will his attempt at improvement woo her over? Or make things worse? WILL EDIT AFTER IM DONE WITH THE BOOK Started: 10/26/2024 Finished: 12/1/2024 #69 bwwm 11/16/24 #59 bwwm 11/19/24 #39 bwwm 11/19/24 #31 bwwm 11/23/24 #23 bwwm 11/24/24 #2 aggressive 12/1/24 #21 bwwm 1/2/25 #19 bwwm 1/3/25 #16 bwwm 1/5/25

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

"I don't know. Please let me go,...please..." She pleaded with her eyes half open while her lip shivered giving into the freezing night of Alaska. She whimpered feeling a hand at her chin yanking her face up. Her whole body was sore giving into the torture she had been through. "Beautiful,..." Someone breathed into her ear and she knew who this voice belong to. "...who tied her up?" Demon demanded from the man standing behind him now. Nancy broke into the sobs looking up. "Please, I really don't know anything about Ken...he..." Her voice gave up when he rubbed his thumb on her mouth. "I trust you sweetie. But it seems he has left something for us to collect." Dark Romance 18+

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

"Why can't you let me go?" Her timid voice echoed through the walls of his heart and he heaved a deep sigh. He couldn't. How could he? She was the air he breathed. Blood in his veins. It was so simple and yet he couldn't make her understand. How did their relationship end up like this? He loved her and she loved him, didn't she? Then why? "I cannot do so, Dolcezza. I'll go crazy without you, you cannot leave me, I won't allow you to." And she shook her head, a laugh-filled with disbelief escaping her lips as she struggled to unbind herself from the chains. "Then at least free me of them." "No." A love so vicious it binds. A madness so deep it consumes. Escape is an illusion, and freedom... a cruel dream. For in his arms lies ruin... and in hers, salvation. ***** Celestine didn't know what love was until she crossed paths with her childhood crush, the stories of their childhood took them to their past and they started spending time with each other. She started finding her muse in his presence and he started giving her everything she ever desired. A loving night between them suddenly turned into a gruesome one for her when she found the dead body of her lover in the apartment they rented on their anniversary. Zagreus didn't know what jealousy was until he saw the love of his life finding solace in the arms of a man he loathed with his guts. Admiring and keeping her safe from his world, he decided to not interfere in her life and started protecting her from a distance. Until one day he found that the woman who was supposed to be his was dating his enemy behind his back. Love and care were replaced by raw anger and ravenous rage and he did what he thought he should have done initially. He claimed her. For hi,m love was a fire that scorches his heart, but madness, it was a damn poison that devoured him from the inside.