𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 ➤ "𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆." I was already fucked in the head, but when you threw her into the mix, it only made everything worse. Much, much worse. Not that I was complaining. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just... more. More obsession. More hunger. Every part of me amplifiers when in her presence and I was made up of more bad than good. More of the dangerous, possessive ache she carved into me like she belonged there. Sometimes, I didn't know if I loved her or if I was just completely consumed by her. Can you blame me? Everything about her made me crave something I couldn't even name-something deeper, something darker, something more than she could ever possibly give me. And right now? I wanted all of it. Started: February 7th 2024 Ended: ...

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

Artemis Chekhov, previously known as Artemis Terry. All her life she's faced injustice, first at the tender age of six all the way until twenty. At the hands of her family, her pack, Emerald Guardians Pack and finally her mate, Alpha Marcus Spencer of Shining Cosmos Pack. She is rejected by him and spends two years as his own little rose. Dimitri Chekhov lost his first mate Isabelle to alleged murder and has never been the same ever since she died. He ruled his pack, Crimson Blood Pack with an iron fist and never allowed anyone to neither break down his barriers nor let his weakness show. Until a certain rejected she wolf comes along and changes everything. Dimitri and Artemis are now mates and are the Alpha and Luna of Crimson Blood Pack. They both endured purgatory in their lives and yet, it's still not enough. Enemies from both sides want nothing more than to seek revenge from them and watch them fall to their demise. Marcus is obsessed with Artemis and will stop at nothing until he has his rose back in his bouquet of flowers. Will they survive the heartbreaking trauma that will inevitably come their way? Will they be able to prove that love is the greatest weapon of all? And most important... Will Dimitri be able to protect his Luna from the hate of the present and the poison from the past? Time would tell...

Blissfully married, surrounded by loyal friends and family, and the leaders of the eminent Sangue Mafia, Jasmine and Valentino Guerrero are the quintessence of a perfect couple. They are dangerous, bold, powerful and above all madly in love. Mere months after having tied the knot the newlyweds are faced with family drama, envy, jealousy and animosity from all sides. They say family is everything, but sometimes even the closest relatives tend to hide the darkest secrets. In addition to the internal strife, shadows from the past loom over the Guerrero household, bringing startling revelations, pain and old grudges to the surface while threatening the safety of the family as well as their loved ones. "Alright buddy, here's the deal. My wife is hungry, she's cold and tired, and frankly, so am I," Valentino said as he picked up a hammer and approached Alejandro. "Why not make this easier on everybody and just tell us where the files are? If you do that, I'll skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking." "You idiot! You mixed up the phrases," I laughed. "It's, 'I'll skip the torture and go straight to the killing'. You're just horny babe, that's why you were thinking of foreplay and fucking." "I blame it on you tesoro. You and your sexy-as-hell body. Why, looking at you in this tight little leather skirt and lace top has all sorts of desirous thoughts running rampant through my brain," he groaned. I giggled and leaned against the wall, feeling proud of myself for being able to scramble Valentino's brains so easily, that too without even trying. Redirecting my attention to the matter at hand I saw Valentino raise the hammer and bring it down on Alejandro's knee, causing the latter to let out an anguished yell. "Where are the files?" he demanded. "F..fuck you! I'll never tell you!" Alejandro spat. Valentino looked back at me and I gave a helpless shrug. "He asked for it, so give it to him."

(For the sake of everyone, please don't read this 💔. Will be deleting SOON.) "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She backed up until the cold wall pressed against her, but he didn't stop, closing in until there was almost no space between them. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, breath warm against her cheek as he spoke, his voice low and almost too close. "Sorry, darling," he murmured, his tone soft and unsettling. "You just happened to be in the wrong place... at the wrong time." Aiswarya, a 20-year-old college girl, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn within a single night. Abducted by Arjun, a dangerous mafia leader, she's forced into a twisted marriage against her will. Arjun's attraction to her is undeniable, but it isn't love. Aiswarya is terrified, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape, while Arjun's possessive need for control starts to blur the lines of his desires. ❗WARNING:- IT'S CRINGE.❗

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate girls' trip: three days of music, partying, and forgetting about life in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect him to step on her favorite sneaker in the VIP lounge. He didn't apologize. He just looked at her like she was the only person in a crowd of thousands. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying monster in a bespoke suit who rules the city from the shadows. He doesn't ask for things he takes them. And the moment he ruined her shoe, he decided he was going to own the woman wearing it. Now, the festival is over. Amara packs her bags, heads to the airport, and hands over her passport. DENIED. She isn't missing her passport. She's on the No-Fly List. Placed there by the Crown Prince himself. He says the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. She's starting to realize the most dangerous thing in India is him. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

One campus. Two brothers. A girl they swore to never want. Danielle Hayes didn't come to college alone. She came with the two people she's closest to in the whole world: her best friends. Tristan hides a razor-sharp temper behind unshakeable loyalty. Alec wears his heart so openly it almost feels like a trap. Everything was perfect... until one drunken night changed the shape of their world. A slip in judgment. A life-altering mistake. Whispers. Lies. Manipulation disguised as friendship. This isn't just about love. Someone isn't playing fair. Love was never supposed to ruin them. Loyalty was never supposed to hurt this much. Choosing one might mean losing it all. Sometimes the promises you break are the ones that break you.

There are other things Jackson hates more than Democrats and Liberals. It's blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Middle Easterns, Jews, and Muslims. The list is long and his hatred varies depending on the events of the day. And recently it's been a certain East African doctor that has been assigned to his son who has cancer. He makes it very clear to her that he doesn't like her kind but the tent in his pants and the racing of his heart when he sees her, say otherwise. He tries to hate her, he truly does. It's safer for both of them considering his white supremacist family wouldn't blink at the thought of killing her. But the more he tries to harden his heart against her the more his heart fights him on it.

#smut RANK #1 #FANTASYROMANCE RANK #1 #DEMON RANK #1 #MYTHICALCREATURES RANK #1 #KINGOFHELL RANK #1 #ADULT RANK #1 #MONSTERS RANK #2 #EROTICASTORIES RANK #2 #DARKROOM RANK #2 #COLLEGE She wanted to disappear. He offered a solution. When she accepts his offer to leave everything behind and live among his kind, she finds herself entangled in a realm of shadows, desire, and secrets. She soon realizes paradise isn't what it seems. Epilogue coming soon.

In the chaos of Mumbai's Colaba streets, a luxury black Bugatti stopped right in the middle of the market, scattering vendors and honking rickshaws. Out stepped Alessandro Moretti - Italy's most feared mafia don, dressed in a white shirt rolled to his elbows, tattoos crawling up his veins like sin itself. He was in India for blood, not love. But then, she crashed into him - literally - holding a bucket of marigolds and muttering something in Hindi that made him forget how to breathe. Her eyes were fire. Her mouth, a war he was ready to lose. And when she yelled at him for blocking traffic, Alessandro, the man who made empires burn, only smirked and whispered - "Bellissima... I think I just found my chaos." From that day, he didn't care about borders, bullets, or business wars. He cared only about her - the stubborn Indian girl who hated men like him and made his criminal empire tremble with one look. Because love was never meant to be this messy. But neither was the mafia.