Scarlett Sinclair never thought her life would be decided by a piece of paper. An arranged marriage. A man she barely knew. A future built on expectations instead of love. Tristan Valeri was everything she was warned about-cold, distant, and impossible to read. A husband who never truly wanted her...... Because when the marriage ended, she believed she was finally free after 2 years of humiliation. And Tristan Valeri doesn't believe in letting go because he's obsessed with her. His wife. His obsession Now, every step she takes away from him only pulls her deeper back into his world. A world where love and obsession look exactly the same.

Angelina agreed to a fake relationship to help her best friend. It was supposed to be simple. Just pretend. Nothing more. But what she didn't know was that the man she planned to fool had already figured everything out. And instead of stopping it... He decided to play along. Because while Angelina believed it was only an act- He had already decided on one thing. She was his. And he wasn't planning to let her go.

Warning: For mature readers only This story is not for the faint of heart. It's dark, twisted, and drenched in betrayal, power, and taboo craving. If you want soft, sweet love stories? This isn't it. But if you're ready for a ruthless Mob Boss who doesn't ask permission, and a girl who should've known better but couldn't stay away. Then welcome to your next addiction. She came for the summer. To relax. To spend time with her best friend. Not to fall into the arms of her friend's father. But the second he looked at her, she knew she was in deep trouble. He didn't see her as a guest. He saw her as his. To control. To ruin. To claim. Now she can't breathe without thinking about him. She can't sleep without feeling the imprint he left on her shin. He's not hiding her anymore. He wants the world to know she is his. She was innocent. He was hers. Now she belongs to the man who was never supposed to touch her.

He is London's most infamous serial-killer painter, known only as the Horned Devil. No one knows the crimson in his masterpieces is human blood. At a lavish gala, he chooses the mansion's quiet maid as his next victim... but she becomes the one masterpiece he refuses to destroy.

"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

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.

"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.