"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." "𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌." - It was as though the sun escorted her wherever she went; her entire self radiated a pleasing, envious aura. Her bubbly persona never ran dry. It had me intrigued, and admittedly a bit infatuated. It also made me feel guilty about being so attracted, being so drawn to a girl who was so young and acted so childishly. But dear oh dear, did I plan on making her mine. - In which a 20-year-old, childish girl encounters rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head.

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝... This is a DARK and SPICY story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Lots of Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/Killing

Tiffy has always lived by the rules. Born into privilege, raised in silence, and shaped by expectation, she learned to mask her loneliness behind quiet obedience. Her parents, high-powered professionals, are rarely present in her life. She has everything-except connection. Her only real anchor is Ava, her rebellious next-door neighbor and best friend. Ava is chaos incarnate: wild, loud, and unapologetically free. For years, Ava has pushed Tiffy to break free from her carefully controlled life, and one impulsive night, Tiffy finally says yes to a party. There, in the chaotic pulse of music and lights, Tiffy meets Clinton Richard-a tall, stoic military man with haunted eyes and a gentle voice. Clinton lives a very different life. He grew up with less, works hard for every dollar, and still carries the grief of losing his father. Despite their differences, there's something undeniable between them-an electric chemistry neither can ignore. But love doesn't exist in a vacuum. As their relationship deepens, Tiffy's carefully ordered world begins to unravel. Her parents, obsessed with reputation and social class, disapprove. Clinton, used to standing on his own, struggles to navigate a world that constantly tells him he's not enough. Now, Tiffy must decide: Is love worth defying everything she's ever known?

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.

I can feel my tears dripping on his chest, and he begins to massage his hands through my curly hair, his touch tender. He starts to speak, his voice a low, dark murmur. "When I saw you four years ago, before you left, you were so beautiful, so talented. And you Still are, yet so damaged, needing someone, anyone really, to talk to, to really understand your pain. But even then, I knew you would be mine. My wife, the mother of my kids. I'll give you the world Amira.....The world . The family you really wish you had. But the next time you allow another woman or man to touch you, you'll be the one who's putting a bullet through their head." "Do you understand me, baby?" I nod my head. Nikolai smacks my bruised ass yet again, the sting sending a jolt of pain through me. I yell out, "Yes, I understand!" He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me in a possessive embrace. "Khoroshaya devochka." (Good girl.) He murmurs. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour. I want to taste my pussy again."

"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲?" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒" 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.