𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.

[***WARNING**18+] This story contains abusive contents such as dark romance, torture,violence, abuse, and etc. If you are not comfortable with these type of things feel free to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first book... I'm still learning but I hope you enjoy xoxo. -Author •Ivy Jade Harper• A woman who doesn't take disrespect from nobody and will put you in your place. Being a hard working lady and hoping to meet hers goals will all be stopped by the devil himself. •Dimitri Russo• A dangerous mafia king who could kill you with a word that comes from his mouth. Once he comes across Ivy Jade he knows that she will be his no matter what. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " What did I tell you Ivy?" he asked while wiping of the blood from his knuckles. " Y-you killed him." I whispered, my voice being to scared to say it out loud. " That's not the answer to my question." He said darkly, making me shiver at his words. " Now what did I tell you?" " Th-that I am yours." I answered. "And what else?" He asked. " And that I should not let nobody touch what's yours." I answered cowardly. "And what do you go and do my love?" He asked once again. " I went and let somebody touch what's yours." I said. He chuckled and looked at me evilly. "Now I have to teach you a lesson." He said ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A BWWM STORY HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in obsession #1 in intense #1 in blackwoman #1 in psyco #1 in sadistic #1 in crazy @theteahoney ©️ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED

── .✦ Haunted by grief, King Oscar finds peace only with his maid, Annabella. To secure her presence, he uses a forged contract, binding her as his "Personal Attendant." When his possessive desire escalates, Oscar shatters her innocence with a calculated seduction, demanding her complete surrender. Annabella must navigate the dizzying reality of her new role-going from serving maid to the King's exclusive obsession. 1# royal romance

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

It's 2093 and surprisingly the human race hasn't gone extinct and global warming hasn't kicked our ass yet. But there's a new rule in America. Human domination. When you are born you are assigned as a dom or sub, by the financial class you are in. Once you turn 16 you are put up for sale. Only thing I ever thought about was who would be my dom? A/N: Nothing like my last two stories!! Branching out. I loveeee comments and ideas so feel free to lmk! Probs more mature !

His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek. "Don't touch me." "I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you." "You think that's any different?" "Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference." "You're mad," she whispered. "Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you." He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim." Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours." "You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us." Her lips trembled. "Why me?" "Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will." She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none. "You can't just decide that." "I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has." "I never-" "You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth." His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. "I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine." Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me." Her voice cracked. "You're insane." "And you're my obsession."

We all love the fragile boys. (Porn without plot)

WARNING: This book contains mature scenes. Such as abuse, sex, profanity, and alcohol abuse. "You know Adelaide, ever since I laid my eyes on you I knew I had to have you.", he told me as I sat in the chair before him. He took a sip from his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before setting it down. He stood in front of me, leaning against his dark brown wooden desk. His silk black suit hugged his frame in all the right ways, the fabric fitting his broad shoulders just right. His blue eyes locked onto mine, unreadable, intense. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My pulse quickened. I shifted in my seat, the air suddenly thick between us. My breath hitched and something dangerous coiled in my stomach. His grip was firm, his fingers tilting my chin until our eyes met. A shiver ran through me, though I wasn't sure if it was from fear or the way his blue eyes darkened with raw possession. "You're mine." His voice was low, gravelly, a promise and a threat all at once. The heat of his lips seared my forehead before he claimed my mouth, forcing me to acknowledge him. My body tensed, my mind screamed at me to fight, but my traitorous heart pounded for all the wrong reasons. One thought echoed in my head: My boss was a freaking psychopath.