Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

DARK ROMANCE "Don't please," she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. "Please let me go, I want to go home." She cried. He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. "You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side." He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock. "No!" she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn't budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her whimper. "Refuse me again tara, go on, I fucking dare you." He hissed, his eyes blazing with rage, the grey had darkened. But she wasn't one to give up so easily. "Let me go . . ," she tried to shout but was immediately silenced by his lips crashing against hers into a fiery harsh kiss. Meet Anissa Ghalib, a young doctor, possessing a strong, kind and confident character. She's a known beauty and has a very high moral sense and regard. For her, family is everything and she would do anything to protect her family. Shehryaar Ghulari, the cold and ruthless leader of the country's most dangerous Mafia; He's a powerful man who gets anything he wants. He's cold, brutal and absolutely inhuman, a borderline psychopath. For him, morals and ethics hold no meaning, Family is nothing. He rules with tyranny and loves every bit of it. What will happen when the country's most powerful and dangerous man becomes indebted to a certain doctor? It starts with a twisted malice, hatred, murder,politics, darkness, sacrifice and love. RANKINGS; #158 (25-09) #110 (27-09) #86 (2-10) #74 (4-10) #58 (6-10) #49 (12-10) #31 (26-10) #22 (28-10) awesome cover credits @Cyan_senator

He's doing all of these horrible things to her because of what he thinks and what she did to do to his brother. She wanted to fight back, but how could she? He was a werewolf and also completely and utterly insane, she didn't stand a chance. So she suffered, taking the punishment for her bad behavior, rather she deserved it or not.

He takes his other hand putting my hair behind my ear. Why is he doing this? He slowly brings his lips to my ear. I can feel his lips barely touching the top of my ear making me suck in a sharp breath. "I like knowing you're scared of me" He whispers. His breath hits my ear and fans out to my neck. I shiver at his words. He stays that way for a moment before sliding his hand down my forearm and slowly pulling his head away. Our bodies still touching, he looks down at me with a smirk on his lips before he lets me go and walks away without another word. ~~~~ He is not the same person anymore. He has secrets. With him in her life, it is just a bittersweet tragedy.

It was supposed to be a simple hit. In and out, kill everything that moves, and leave no survivors. A quiet, well orchestrated, bloodbath. Just another Monday... But when you're in the murder business these things rarely pan out the way they should. Which is how Gavriil Markov finds himself in possession of his rival's biggest weakness. A petite little firecracker that sets his perfectly controlled world aflame, threatening to leave him standing in the ashes when the smoke clears. His first instinct is to do what his men failed to do and kill her, but when he comes to realize that she can lead him to the one thing he wants most, keeping her alive just might be the smartest move he could make...for now. When Cecilia Caiazzo wishes for a new chance at life she didn't expect it to come true. Of course, held captive with no memory of who she is at the whim of a ruthless mob boss, isn't exactly what she had in mind. Despite his harsh and intimidating demeanour, his devilish good looks and ice blue eyes draw her in every chance they get. The attraction she feels for him is instant and raw, confusing her already broken mind. But her will to survive overshadows her lustful desire for her handsome captor and awakens a cunning cutthroat femme fatale set on fatal seduction to earn a freedom he had no right taking in the first place. Both caught up in a game of cat and mouse, it proves to test the boundaries of just how far they'd go to come out on the other end the victorious predator. That's if they don't let their growing attraction eat them alive first.

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

"You took everything away from me, my family, my whole fuvking life" he whispered softly yet deadly. Me? Take away his family? I barely know him and.. I was interrupted when he threw me on bed. I sat up properly staring at him in horror. "Don't fear little one, I am only having my vengeance" he smirked. He took off his shirt and start unbuckling his belt. My heart started racing. Please let it not be what am thinking. "I married you to destroy you just the way your mother did". "no, no, no, please don't. I--" he ignored me ,tear off my wedding dress. "Let the fun begins" he smirked. "this time God is on the devil's side" he added,then everything went dark. #211 in romance. 16th April. This story contains rape, abuse and will be rated mature.

❝It wasn't that I wanted to die; no. It was that I was so desperate to live.❞ - Valentinia Morelli. She is captured within a world that condemned and contradicted her one wish. Trapped; within a whirlwind of toxicity and abuse. Claimed; by the darkness that consumed her light. Deceived; by a man whose exterior seemed angelic, but whose interior was destructable. Belittled; by those who held her trust. Controlled; by his sharp tongue. Carved; by his name. Broken; by those who left her behind. Ashamed; by the bodies that trailed in her path. Determined; at her chance of survial. Scarred; by his palms. Grateful; for the man that listened to her cries as he layed beside her, whilst they watched the stars. This is my first story, so I apologise if the description/ blurb/ story is not perfect. Initiated:. 04 : 05 : 18 Concluded:. 11: 12 : 20 I would just like to let you know that all of the media used in this book, is not my own. All of it is used off of google. Also, the translations may not be correct, I do use google translate. 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆:. Will include violence, humiliation, abuse, mature language, non- consensual scenes and triggering themes.