"She possesses a light he has never witnessed and to be with her, he's willing to set the whole world on fire" She's beauty wrapped in light. He's darkness wrapped in obsession. Camilla Asher craves simplicity. At 19, she's built a quiet life filled with cozy aesthetics, laughter with friends, and dreams of a peaceful future. Love? That can wait-especially since she's never really understood the thrill everyone talks about. But someone's been watching her. Waiting. Kayden Reid doesn't believe in fate. He believes in possession. At 23, he'scorporate world, owning more than anyone his age should. But there's one thing he doesn't have-and it's the only thing he wants. Camilla. He's been studying her for years, lurking just beyond her sight. Now, he's ready to claim what he's always considered his. Even if it means burning down everything-and everyone-in his path. Because when obsession becomes love, it stops playing by the rules. All rights reserved Enjoy.

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She was never supposed to cross his path. He was never supposed to claim her. Zara Okonkwo is a sharp, independent Black woman from the streets of London who has spent her life avoiding the shadows of power. One night she witnesses something she was never meant to see-and the man who finds her is no ordinary criminal. Emir Alessandro Moretti is the half-Italian, half-Turkish heir to two empires: the Moretti crime family of Naples and a hidden royal bloodline that still whispers through the Turkish underworld. Cold. Possessive. Brutal when necessary. He has never wanted anything for himself... until her. What begins as a forced alliance to keep her alive turns into an obsession neither of them can control. Loyalty is tested. Betrayals cut deep. Mafia wars erupt across continents. And somewhere between the gunfire and the silk sheets, two people from opposite worlds discover that love can be the most dangerous weapon of all.

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Halloween (2007) Rob Zombies version: "Michael? Please stop!" I choked out as tears brimmed my eyes. His cracked dirty white mask coming closer to my face. His black eyes staring right into my soul. "Michael? Don't you remember me?" I sobbed He continued to stare. His grip tightening in my hair. I sucked in a breath as he pulled my head close to his face. I cried louder and shut my eyes once more. "I know you Michael, you're not evil!" I shouted ~~~ I, Luna Brookes knew the one and only boogyman. I grew up with the guy. Even if he was three years older then me. This so-called boogeyman is the one and only: The Butcher of Haddonfield. Michael Myers. People told me to stay away, but I couldn't I slowly became obsessed with being by his side and the fact that people told me that he was "evil" or I should stay away compelled me to do the complete opposite... And with that I had to figure out if Michael Myers was truly evil or not. All rights reserved, I do not own anything relating to Halloween or it's franchise. I only own what I come up with and my own characters. Please don't use my ideas without my permission! If you do, then it's considered a form of copyright and I will report you. However if you want to ask me to use it, then ask me and we'll work something out! On that note please enjoy my book!

❛ he had loved her for years, centuries, eons even. he had loved her from the very first touch, from the very first word upon her sweet lips. ❜ all grayson had ever wanted was his chryssie.

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He slammed me up against the wall, my eyes wide from fear and shock. Alarmed at the force he used to push me and the cold look in his eyes. They held such an intense seriousness int them that it almost scared me. "Don't you ever try to get in my head." For several heartbeats, we stayed in that position. Will my back flat against the wall, our chest centimetres apart, his hands keeping my wrists in a tight grip on either side of my head. His eyes softened. "It's too dark for an angel."

I instantly open my eyes when I feel someone closing my mouth with his big hand.I couldn't scream,I don't know what to do,my brain can't even think because its too fast, everything happen so fast,I can't fight because he superimposes my whole body with his.Until then he change his hand,now with a handkerchief he told me to breathe in,i know what it is..so i hold my breath. "Baby....you can't hold it any time longer,so breath in..." He whispers. I think....I have ..I remember this voice.As soon as I remember,I breath in.. he's right,I can't hold it.Then my eyes slowly closing and all I can see is pitch black. #mature content +18 #Strong language Rank 9th in #darklove-10 March 2021 Rank 6th in #Kidnapped- 30 May 2021 Rank 7th in #darklove- 6 August 2021

New kids. I hate em. I also hate Tia for making this guy think that we are friends, I never planned on making new friends. Especially with him of all people. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern filling his voice. "I have to get to class." I mutter, taking a deep breath as he steps back reluctantly. It's like there's no such thing as personal space wherever he's from. I open my locker to grab my books. "Okay, well...I will walk you." He offers politely. I roll my eyes, finally turning to look at him. His left hand is behind his back. I narrow my eyes. "Hello." He waves a little, his cheeks a little red. My eye twitches. I hate how adorable this guy is. Why does he have to be so shy and cute? Why do I always feel like pinching his cheeks every time he opens his mouth? He sounds like a little English man, talking formally. Who is this guy and where the hell did he come from? Why can't he be a jerk like every other guy around? "You don't have to walk me to cla..." I trail off as he hesitantly raises his hand and gently brushes aside a piece of my hair. "Ah, that is better. You should refrain from trying to hide your eyes from people, they are very beautiful." Being caught off guard is something I'm not used to experiencing. I freeze as he leans in, his amazing smell going straight up my nose and to my brain. On man, he smells like a grown man. My eyes widen after hearing what he says next. "Quinoa, vous êtes trés têtu. Mais je un peu comme vous, vous êtes très différent." He whispers softly in my ear, his voice sending vibrations through my body. Oh my God. French. No way. This guys is literally from the best place on Earth and I'm just now finding out? I think I'll just go in the corner and quietly die now, thank you.