"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

You can lock up a monster, but you can't kill his obsession. Six years in a psych ward didn't fix Silas Kane. It only sharpened his hunger. Ivy Monroe was the only thing that soothed the void inside him the quiet girl next door, the one he watched, craved, and would kill for. Now he's free. The world thinks he's hunting revenge. But monsters don't care about justice. They care about possession. He's not coming to save her. He's not coming to love her. He's coming to own her. This isn't a love story. This is a warning. He's not a hero. He's not even human. And once you let the monster in he never leaves. Read if you dare. SOOTHE THE MONSTER 18+ | Psychopath MMC | Stalker | Obsession | Graphic Violence | No Redemption

He used to bully her. Now he owns her. When Alessia Romano walked into her new job at De Luca Enterprises, the last face she expected to see was his-Giovanni De Luca, the rich, sadistic bastard who tormented her in college... and the man who now controls her career, her body, and her every breath. Worse? He's not just a billionaire CEO. He's the boss of the Italian Mafia-and he's been waiting for her. Giovanni doesn't just want Alessia under his command-he wants her on her knees, begging, branded, and broken in all the ways only he can deliver. And when she resists, he doesn't fire her. He cages her. The tension is unbearable. The sex? Rough, possessive, and addictive. He spanks. He binds. He whispers filth in Italian while she moans into silk sheets. And despite her defiance, her hate, her fear-her body keeps surrendering. But Alessia is no longer the scared girl from college. She's smarter. Angrier. And dangerously close to falling in love with the devil who's tying her wrists and stealing her soul. In a world of secrets, bullets, and obsession, love isn't safe. It's a weapon. WARNING ⚠️ This story is extremely erotic If that's not your scene then please don't read But if you love dark erotica then you'll love this novel

We were in a fucking library. In broad daylight. Where anyone could walk in and see Sebastian Knox, ice king of Halgrave, grinding against Charles Ravenscroft like he couldn't stop himself. "Is this what you wanted?" Sebastian asked quietly, voice like gravel and sin. "When you manipulated the pairing? When you forced us together? Did you fantasize about this? About me losing control?" "Yes," I breathed, because lying seemed pointless when I was leaking and my hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders, gripping fabric like it was the only thing keeping me upright. "Of course you did." He shifted again, creating more friction, more pressure. "Four years and you're still the same desperate little thing. Still begging for scraps of my attention." "I'm not-" The words died as he ground forward again, hitting exactly the right angle to make my vision white out. "You are." His hand on my throat moved-sliding up to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Look at you. Falling apart from nothing. I've barely touched you and you're already a mess." "Then stop," I challenged, even though my body was screaming the opposite. "If I'm so pathetic, so desperate-walk away. Prove you don't want this." Sebastian Knox, Heir to American Mafia. Knox Syndicate. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. Charles Ravenscroft, Heir to Ravenscroft Enterprises. Chaotic. Shameless. Narcissist. [Standalone] [Book #3 in House of Halgrave Series] ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Legacy of Scars is a dark MM romance intended for mature readers only (18+). This book contains: Explicit sexual content - graphic, unapologetic, and not fade-to-black. If you're not ready for that, this isn't your book. Graphic violence and murder - these men are dangerous. They were raised dangerous. They will act accordingly. Dark themes including but not limited to: childhood trauma, abuse, toxic and obsessive relationship dynamics, manipulation, coercion, and morally corrupt characters doing morally corrupt things

Those blue-green eyes that I've memorized in every shade of light, in every expression, in my dreams and my waking thoughts-they're focused on my face. Seeing me. Knowing I'm here. The moment lasts maybe two seconds. Maybe less. Could be my imagination. Could be that she's just scanning the crowd and her gaze happened to pass over my corner. But for those two seconds, the world stops. There's no music. No crowd. No stage. No club. Just her eyes and mine. Just recognition. Just... connection. Then she looks away. Continues her routine. The moment is over. But my hands are shaking. My whole body is shaking. Did she see me? Really see me? Or did she just see another man in a dark corner, another customer? [Book #2 in House of Halgrave Series] 📖 Can this be read as a standalone? YES! This is a complete story with its own beginning, middle, and end. However: This is Book 2 in a connected series. Book 1 tells a different couple's story where this character appears. Book 2 reveals truths that reframe everything. Read in order for maximum impact, or start here - both work! ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This book contains extremely dark and potentially triggering content, including: Human trafficking and sexual slavery Child abuse and trauma (non-graphic) Graphic sexual content (consensual between main characters) Death of a major character Grief, PTSD, and suicidal ideation Kidnapping and stalking elements References to organized crime This is a DARK romance. The love story exists within deeply traumatic circumstances. The main character makes morally reprehensible choices under impossible conditions. If any of these topics are triggering for you, please prioritize your mental health and skip this book. This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Tell me, Gianna," he says her name like a caress and a threat combined. "Were you disappointed?" He steps closer. Invasive. Possessive. "That I wasn't fighting? That you didn't get to see the Devil play?" His hand leaves her hair to trace her jawline-that same touch from before, the one that made her breath catch. "Because I don't fight for entertainment," he breathes, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. "I fight when something is worth fighting for. When something is worth taking." His eyes burn into hers. "And I'm trying to decide, kotyonok..." The hand on her jaw tightens just slightly. "Are you worth the war I'd start to keep you?" They say the devil doesn't come with horns. He comes with power, legacy, and a smile that promises ruin. At Halgrave University, last names are weapons and secrets are currency. This is a world built for monsters-heirs raised on violence, dominance, and control. And at the center of it all stands Nikolai Vetrova-cold, untouchable, and feared even by those born into darkness. He was never meant to notice her. She was never meant to survive him. What begins as hostility turns into obsession. What feels like hate bleeds into desire. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes-loving him isn't dangerous. Surviving him is. Because some men don't fall in love. They claim. They ruin. And once the devil touches you, he never lets go. He is the Future Pakhan of the Bratva While she is the Cosa Nostra Princess. [Book #1 in House of Halgrave Series] ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark romance themes, explicit sexual content (smut), violence, blood, weapons, criminal activities, morally grey characters, depictions of self-harm, PTSD, trauma responses, and emotionally intense scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Simone Carter thought she knew exactly what she was moving for. A charming man. A fresh start. A life far from everything she left behind. London was supposed to be simple work, love, stability. And for a while, it is. Rome is attentive, generous, and just flawed enough to feel real. The kind of man you learn to understand. The kind of man you try to fix. Until the cracks start to show. The temper. The insecurity. The things he never explains. And the quiet realization that Rome's world is bigger than he ever let on. Because Rome isn't just a man with money and influence. He's connected. And he's not alone. By the time Simone begins to pull away and she finally chooses herself it's already too late. What she thought she could walk away from was never hers to leave in the first place. Because some men don't lose control. They take it back. And some families like to share.... 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢 is apart of the Moroz series but can be read as a standalone book. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension , and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Warning - 18+ recommended - Very Mature Not for sensitive readers SMUT Dominant/Submissive Book Two of series Dominant: Ravage/Liam: ● Dominant Style: Protective, Possessive and Adaptive • Protective touch • Obsessive • Adaptive control - able to be hard/soft/mixed • Brat tamer. • Caregiver • Firm but fair ● Stalker Type: Predatory & Instrumental Stalker • Patient • Studies routines and behaviours • Observes before acting • Highly strategic • Gathers Information • Plans several steps ahead • Enjoys giving and receiving gifts Submissive:Tom: ●Submissive Style: Brat/Defiant • Chooses submission • Likes to test control. • Slightly service orientated • Devotion based • Praise motivated • Affection - seeking • Bratty • Emotionally attached

"𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏" she hissed "𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅" he drank. ⟡ ── ☠ ── ⟡ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐍𝐞𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥 -supposed to marry another man... But a Monster came for her. Not with love. Not with permission. But with blood on his hands and obsession in his eyes. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚 - billionaire, mafia, dangerously powerful, and a man feared by everyone - destroys her wedding and forcefully marries her in front of the world. To Roop, he is nothing but a monster wrapped in expensive suits and deadly silence. She hates him. Fights him. Breaks under him. And when hatred turns poisonous... She finally whispers, "I mixed poison." And Vansh only smiles. "I know you did." Because a man obsessed for years does not fear death from the woman he worships. Locked inside a marriage built on force, secrets, obsession, and dangerous desire, Roop slowly discovers that Vansh's love is not normal. It is consuming. Violent. Terrifying. The kind of love that ruins a person before claiming them completely. But the darkest part? The more she tries to escape him... The more her soul begins to belong to him.