"You came to kill me," Roman growled, his teeth at Liam's throat. "Now you'll live as mine." ____________ Ten years ago, Liam Sullivan watched his father die at the hands of Cassius Grayson-Alpha of the Shadow Ridge Pack. Broken and consumed by vengeance, Liam left and built a rogue pack of outcasts. But when Cassius died unexpectedly, Liam's blind rage shifted toward Roman Grayson, Cassius's son and heir, Liam's ex-best friend... and the boy who once stole his heart. Roman isn't the boy Liam once knew. He's a force of nature; cold, commanding, and hiding a devastating secret: he's not just an Alpha. He's an Enigma, a creature of legend with power beyond comprehension. When Liam's reckless attack fails, Roman doesn't kill him. Instead, he claims him, binding Liam to him with a mark, and a brutal, public claiming that shatters Liam's pride. But beneath Roman's cruelty lies something darker: obsession, possession, and the ghost of a love Liam thought was long dead. Trapped in Roman's world, Liam must confront the truth about his father's death, about Roman's twisted devotion, and about the concealed feelings he carried for Roman all these years. A dark, erotic tale of betrayal, revenge, obsession, and fated love set in a supernatural world where power is intoxicating, and submission can be sweeter than vengeance. WARNING: This is an MxM short DARK erotica story that involves public claiming, character obsession, coercive mating, and many other, possibly disturbing themes. PLEASE do not read if these topics trigger you. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. - wordcount: 16,000+ | First Draft | A Novelette

"I WILL possess you in every sense of the word and make no mistake, Princess, you WILL submit to me." Autumn Bloom is a senior in high school and after a life of moving from place to place due to her mother's job, she is ready to finish off her year in a big school where she won't stand out too much. She is mostly ignored, but unluckily for her, she is not ignored by the one person she would most benefit being not noticed by. Stone Jameson, the student council president. Don't let his "good guy" position fool you, he is a powerful person with means to acquire whatever or whoever he wants. And he wants to own Autumn.

One look was all it took. Luna never noticed the man watching her from the shadows of that hospital corridor-but he saw everything. The way she smiled at the nurse, the fear in her eyes when she entered the exam room, the soft kindness in her voice. In that moment, he decided: she would be his. But Luna's world crumbled when the results came back. A rare, life-threatening condition. One chance of survival-a bone marrow transplant from a donor who refused to help. Desperate, Luna searched for answers, unaware that every road led back to him. The illness. The rejection. Even the donor file "accidentally" left behind. All of it was his design. Because he didn't want to save her. He wanted to own her. As Luna fights to survive, she discovers the truth: she isn't dying. She was never sick. And the only thing growing inside her... are his children. She thought she needed a cure. What she really needs-is to escape. ---

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. (This story has been edited and is now completed.)

"I will protect you, even from yourself. I will love you, even when you resist. I will never let you go, no matter how hard you try to run. You can fight, you can scream, you can beg-but I will always find you, always bring you back to where you belong... with me. In life and in death, in joy and in suffering, you are mine. Forever. Until the world turns to dust and even after. And if anything-or anyone-dares to come between us, I will burn the earth itself to keep you by my side. Say yes, my love. Say yes, because there is no other answer." *** What did I do to deserve this? I used to believe I had control-my life, my choices, my fate. But nothing could prepare me for the nightmare I'm now tangled in. Every truth I thought I knew has unraveled, exposed for the lie it always was. What I once held dear no longer matters in a world where the unknowns consume me. Now, I'm trapped. Not just by the chains of my own fear, but by him. The devil incarnate-wrapped in the skin of a God, his beauty like a razor's edge, sharp enough to tear through my sanity. His eyes, cold as hell's depths, and yet they burn with a darkness I can't escape. He calls me his. Mine, he whispers, like a promise and a threat all at once. I can feel it-the weight of his gaze, the twisted game he plays with my mind. There's no mercy here, no compassion, only a perverse kind of obsession that claws at my every thought. I don't know if I want to escape anymore, or if I just want to survive him. I'm drowning in a storm of desire and fear, suffocated by the very thing that pulls me deeper into his world. I could run, but where would I go? There's no escape from a monster whose love is as dangerous as his hate. It's a game of survival now-either I learn how to endure the suffocating attention of a psychopath, or I break. Either way, I'm doomed. But as much as I hate him, I crave him. And that... that may be the worst curse of all.

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

When Beatrice Foster returns to the isolated town of Knox Hollow to settle her grandmother's estate, she plans to stay only long enough to renovate and sell the house she inherited, but the towns sheriff has other plans. ~ She tried to pull free "Sheriff-" He yanked her arm, hauling her toward the cruiser. His badge flashed under the streetlights as he forced her into the passenger seat. "Get in. Now." 🐇

....where only one thing is required: your silence