⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This story contains abusive and mature content. Lots of Smut, consensual and kinks included. HAUNTING MEMORIES IT IS NOT AN ILLUSION WHEN IT REALLY HAPPENED Delaney Johnson. A former cage fighter and racer. Now, she is just a mental girl. She knew the danger, but she loved the thrill. The adrenaline that made her feel high, like soaring. To be close to death with her foot on the gas. To feel life seep through her body with her fists in the cage. Yet she didn't know the danger breathing down her neck would flip her life. She didn't know the thrill of that danger would drill her family six feet under. She didn't know Alvaro Sanchez would embody that danger, destroying her family and framing her, just because she refused to ride him to his high. Alvaro Sanchez, a rising criminal backed by a powerful Irish heir, lives as he desires. He destroys. He kills. He cleans his bloody mess. His next victim, Delaney. He took what he desired, ruined her life, and buried her in a mental facility. Now, Delaney is racing against time. She fights not to lose her sanity. They drug her. They electrocute her. They mentally torment her, trying to make her admit to a crime she didn't commit. But she manages to escape, just to find a girl in the same predicament on her path to vengeance, and save her from an unscrupulous fate. What she didn't know was that the girl she freed would be her link to something far more dangerous: the Alessi family. Placed under the care of the insufferable Donatello Alessi, she tries to tolerate his haughty, demanding ways. Yet he somehow makes her feel the same thrill she once chased in races and street fights. Her heart races when he's near. She doesn't want to attach, yet he is the finish line she can't stop racing toward. ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

╔═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╗ Lᴏᴠᴇ & Oʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ sᴇʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ╚═════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ═════╝ Dᴀʀᴋ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄe ══════◄••❀••►══════ "What made you come here, little cat?" He spoke, Not a question but a demand, point out the hidden sarcasm. His voice husky, and eyes darken. While he Sat On dark couch calmly, Staring at my quivering soul, and all I was In front of the devil, Preparing myself for his meal. "I-I Came to apologize for my earlier mista--" barely audible, with the stammering tone I managed to answer but all he could do interrupt. "On your knees" he Command, and my eyes widen in terror. I looked at him and his ocean blue eyes with a threaten warning was already stucked on me. "Uhmm..w-why?" I questioned, in horror. "Obey me" he spoke with low and menacing tone, after thinking for few seconds which felt for hours in loud silence, I was on my knees. Looking at the 'devil' for next command. And A Smirk, curled up on his lips. "Unbuckle My Belt" He demand, while all I look at him in shock, is he going to hit Me? "W-why?" Again, I questioned with a helpless tone. "You're going to swallow My cock, in your mouth with your eyes on Me. And then i will think to forgive you or not, little cat." And I gulp the large saliva down from the throat just thinking about it. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Where death lies, the Leviathan Hart mention. Fall in love but more like suffocation. Luna stewart, a beautiful shaped soul. Trapped in the world of his dark obsession. ══════◄••❀••►══════ Trigger warning- mature scenes, foil language and torture inside this book. If you are mentally not prepared, this book is not for you. ~Aria. With love for all of you.

Her Professor Not your normal kind of Professors --------------------------- Dark romance "You have anything to say?" "I am sorry," My lips quiver "Good choice " --------------------------- His hand moved lower and lower down my stomach, and i saw heaven and i felt heaven. "Such a needy little thing" He made me look at him with my neck turned around to face him "Just for me right" I nodded at him unable to go vocal and voice my desire to him and he nodded back at me with more desire in his touch that's stopped right on my heat. I whined as he did nothing and he laughed at me not the bad one no this one didn't make me feel small, I got encouraged to move my body against him but he stopped me in place from doing so "Such an eager" And then everything turned aggressively rough. --------------------------- Not Lovey Dovey AT ALL Read on your own responsibility No Updates schedule.🤌🏻 Sometimes I update every day Sometimes I disappear for a month. #1 Unlucky

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸 and 𝓐𝔃𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼 have despised each other since the very first moment they set their sights on each other. Verena can't stand his posh British accent, devastatingly handsome face and the gentlemanly facade nearly everyone at their college seems to fall for. Behind the posh accent, handsome face and polite manners, something dark lurks beneath the surface. Verena knows about this darkness inside him because not only does he show his true colours around her, but the darkness that resides deep inside her soul rears its ugly head anytime he's within view. It's not until one night at a masked party on campus, where Verena finds herself in an unexpected situation that she likes more than she's willing to admit, that everything changes. When she finds out who the person behind the mask is that made all her darkest desires come true, she's furious and conflicted by all her emotions. Verena is left fighting her desires and her hatred. She isn't sure what is going to win in the end, she just knows that she'll make him pay. - ‼️this story will have a lot of grammar issues so if you can't handle that then please don't read it because hateful comments will be deleted ‼️ ⚠️ This book is dark compared to her innocence and therefore isn't for the faint of heart. I would suggest reading the trigger warnings in the introduction for anything that might cause you any harm⚠️

DARK ROMANCE! Isabella Noah is a beautiful girl, who just lost her father in a car accident. Her mother had died when she was just 10. Now she's 19 and has to look after her younger siblings. Nobody was hiring her on a job due to no experience. Somehow she became a janitor in one of the top academies and the pay was enough to keep her family alive. Blade Dyson, a 24 years old is one of the baddest boys in that academy. He was ridiculously handsome, but unfortunately was the biggest bully with a charming smile. The situation got worse for Isabella when Blade got to know the janitor who wore a fake beard is actually a beautiful girl working as a male janitor. Things became heated and much more difficult for Isabelle. Explicit! 18+ ⚠️ Erotica

***Completed*** *Mature Content Warning* TW: Car accident, Depression, sexual content His touch made me shiver as I couldn't take my eyes off of his, trailing down at his lips. We were so close again. Closer than anytime before. „I-.",I started to stop anything we both were going to regret. „Shhh. Don't say anything",he said against my lips as our nosetips brushed agains each other. „Have you found your dresses?",he asked as his thumb brushed over my lips making me weak in my knees. I nodded softly looking at his eyes wich were attached to my lips. „I can't wait to see you in them",he whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on the edge of them. I closed my eyes breathed out loud in pleasure. His teasing wasn't as useful as he thought. My patience won. „Your patience is kiling me","The contract",I whispered."Fuck that contract"he bursted and pulled me closer by the waist before pressing his lips on mine. ---------------------------- Delana Celine Harvey a 18 year old girl, faces the hart consequences of losing her supporting and loving family due to a car accident. After moving from family member to family member she decided to stay with her oldest Aunt and her family. Her expectations of living with them and going into medical school shattered after she found out that her Aunt and Uncle had planned an arranged marriage for her, with the 25 year old billionaire's son Blaine Ace, promising that he would take good care of her. He was a well known men, a typical men that got chased by women because of his attractive looks and money. He is like everyone else would imagine arrogant and self centered. The fact that both were forces into the marriage made it hart for the two completely different personalities to get along. Her calmness and self control drives him crazy, but also wakes his interest in her.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

After a failed attempt at a relationship, I try to make it on my own. However, I end up with a new neighbor who exudes charm, danger, and sexual energy as if it's a job. To make matters worse, I find myself semi-kidnapped by the same dangerous, foul-mouthed, rude neighbor who turns out to be a part of the Italian Mafia. Now, I'm stuck riding shotgun while being chased by gun-wielding maniacs on our way to someplace "safe." I'm beginning to think this is my new reality. *Trigger Warning* Graphic violence, explicit mature scenes, and non-consensual touching (not from the main love interest).