"Do you want to anger me, mate? Do you wish for me to bend you over this table and show you how much of a monster I can be?" In the northern mountains of Trellomar resides a kingdom that is cursed and inhabited by people imprisoned to turn into savage beasts once a month for all eternity. When young and naive Raena accidentally goes too far outside her village, she is met with the Cursed King himself, the one responsible for his kingdom's curse in the first place. Taken from her home and claimed by the Cursed King as his, Raena must adapt to a vicious world of dark magic and brutal secrets where nothing is ever as it seems. Raena was always told to fear the Cursed Kingdom. But there is so much more to be afraid of. ⭒ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Darkfantasy, #2 in Romance, #1 in Queen, #7 in Fiction, #1 in King, #1 in Lust, #1 in Lycan, #1 in Twistedromance, #1 in Dominance, #1 in Royalty, #2 in Adult, #2 in Darklove, #3 in Magic, #3 in Matureaudience, #4 in Dark, #5 in Curse, and #11 in Mate ⭒ This book contains MATURE CONTENT such as: cursing, violence, sexual content, and other themes that may not be suitable for all readers. More information can be found inside. Cover: @plasticparadox

"We'll start the bids at one million!" My heart was racing, please let this be some horrible nightmare. Everything was silent except for some murmurs going on somewhere farther in front of me. "Let us see her eyes!" Someone exclaimed and I heard footsteps approach me. My hair was pulled, causing my head to fall back and slam into what felt like bars. The cloth that blinded me was loosened and fell down. There was a bright light shining on me, I squinted my eyes and looked ahead. There were bars, I was trapped in what looked like a giant bird cage. I was on display on a stage for a crowd of strangers, each one of them wearing a mask like you would in a masquerade. "Two million!" "Five million!" Bids flew around the room, I could feel myself trembling, I had to hold back my tears. "Twenty million!" Someone called out and I couldn't see who did, but it silenced the entire room. "Twenty million going once, twenty million going twice..." No one wanted to make a higher bid. "Sold for twenty million! Take her to the back boys." (Fanfiction : #213)

FEATURED ON THE READING LIST 'ONE DIRECTION' BY @Fanfic BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 1 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) - Rewritten in 2025 Vicky West has spent her life chasing one dream - to dance beneath the lights of the Moulin Rouge, Los Angeles's most exclusive nightclub. It's the stage she's always longed for after seeing it years ago. But behind the glamorous club lies a man who could ruin everything. Harry Styles, the ower of the Moulin Rouge, is as powerful as he is untouchable. Known for his sharp suits, cold and pompous behavior, he has an insatiable appetite for control. When Vicky auditions for a spot on the team, Harry immediately recognizes that she's a valuable asset to his club. The way she dances drives him mad. But is Harry pursuing Vicky for the Moulin Rouge - or for himself? #1 in trilogy #2 in Styles #2 in HarryStyles WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @butterflytattoo

"The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man."

❝Baby, look what you've done to me.❞ 2015 © restraint All Rights Reserved.

Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight, you're looking pretty.

"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold." -//- Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live. People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives. And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away. ** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **

What Harry wants, Harry gets, taken or not. (Warning: Contains sexual. content and dirty language.)

Her name was Blue. She doesn't love me. She also doesn't know that she is mine. Soon darling, soon.

"I didn't mean to kill those people," Harry whispered, shaking his head lightly as he stared at his pale hands. The hands that were always stained with dark, putrid blood that smelled of rusting copper and bits of iron. It was like I could hear the screams of the men and women who begged for mercy before their eyes reached the back of their skull and their lungs no longer could hold air. "They have your prints. You're all over the news. Turn yourself in now and you might not get the worst of all sentences,' I muttered. He finally looked up at me. His eyes burning a small hole through my own. They held regret. But soon were replaced by indignation. "Never," he whispered so softly. So softly that you could barely hear it. But I heard it. I always heard his soft whispers that were just begging to be heard.