𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so. Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached. What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man? WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

"Say it again for me, love, 'You belong to me.'" "I-I belong t-to y-you" He whipped out a belt which made me scream in pain. "Don't you dare stutter, or you'll regret every syllable." I immediately nodded "You're my property." "I'm your property," I replied in a low, raspy voice while controlling my tears. "You're mine and only mine." "I'm yours and only yours." He smirked, closing the distance between us. "Good girl," he said, pulling me closer to his unyielding chest. "I don't like hitting you. Why do you do this huh?" I sobbed into his chest as he wiped away my tears and shook his head, caressing my wet cheeks with a voice filled with sad guilt. "But since you've made me angry. There has to be a punishment, so you don't repeat." "All I asked for was your loyalty, completely and utterly," he glared at me and his emotions shifted. He squeezed my cheek into a pout. Our noses touched as he spoke through clenched teeth. "I want you obsessin' over me. Drop to your knees, and offer your prayers to our everlasting god-me. Pray, and I'll make sure your dreams, wishes, and life are taken care of. Don't be scared, love, 'cause I love you and we're destined for each other." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 in Escape 8th August 2024 #1 in Reynolds 8th August 2024 #1 in Wedding 28th September 2024 #1 in Dark 22nd October 2024 #2 in Freedom 6th December 2024 #1 in Zephyr 18th May 2025 #1 in Obsessivecompulsivedisorder 18th May 2025 #2 in Abuse 5th July 2025

The Punisher: I'm a savage on the ice. Violence is my life - until I meet her. The fragile girl with a forced smile. I should let her go. But instead, I make her a deal: Obey me, and I'll join your team. When she breaks my rules, I punish her. When she submits, I praise her. But she's sinking under my skin, and it's ruining everything. She was supposed to be my plaything, just a sacrificial lamb. So why do I crave her surrender? I should have kept this a dark game. But now, I'm the one losing. The Praised: My body is my enemy. My mother made sure of that. I binge, I break, and I hide behind my shame. Until he finds me - the man on every sports channel. The hockey god with a wicked smirk and a promise: Submit, and he'll show mercy. But he doesn't play fair - he destroys. My boundaries. My pride. My defenses. And worst of all... my heart. I should hate his games. But when he praises me, I burn for more. So, is this love... or a game I'll never escape?

"Take her away from me and see if the world survives what comes after" -𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 Power breeds monsters. And Ivan Arcane has become one. Eighteen years old amateur spy Winter Seven should have run when she had the chance. But the deeper she strayed into Ivan Arcane's world of ruthless empires and forbidden desire, the more she realized, there is no escape from him. Not from the man who sees her as both salvation and sin. He's brilliant, merciless, and utterly obsessed. Every glance, every breath she takes feeds his hunger. He'll burn his sanity to the ground just to keep her safe... or ruin her if she tries to leave. And in Ivan Arcane's world, she's the only sin he'll never repent for. • 4-Year Age Gap • Dual POV • Morally Grey Billionaire x sunshine Spy Reviews: Book so good made me question my past life and past choices of books -thesaphireeyez I am blown away. WTF just happend? -meladeeee I think i seriously need to go for a check up. Why does my heart race so fast reading every fucking chapter? -amara_sullivan IVAN FUCKING ARCANE I love you so much baby -googleydodley So hot for what? -kookieshopes

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"Uhm.. Sir? Can I help you?" I mumble while staring at him. He breaks out into a huge grin, the kind of grin you see on little kids when they get their favorite toy. He reaches out to me, and I start to fall backwards trying to move away. He latches onto my elbow, pulling me into his chest. He inhales deeply, mumbling something I can't hear. Before everything goes black. "This is turning into a good night after all.." ------------------------------------------------------- This is a dark horror romance about a young woman named Layla. Trying to escape her past, she flees to another city, hoping for a fresh start. Little does she know, that was her biggest mistake. That is where he sees her for the first time. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. His murderous obsession for her knows no bounds. What will she do when she finds herself trapped in his clutches?

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

Avalyn has always been good at running; it's what she does best. But when fate offers her a chance to break free from the shackles of her past, she doesn't just sprint away, she charges headlong into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges await. Fueled by an unwavering determination, Avalyn embarks on a relentless pursuit to find and hold those accountable for their misdeeds. Amidst the darkness, she discovers individuals worthy of being saved. With her enigmatic history both pushing her onward and haunting her every move, she remains resolute in her mission to purify the world of those deemed unworthy of existence. Yet, she doesn't tread this path alone; her past demons refuse to let her stray too far. And perhaps, that's just fine. After all, where's the thrill in running if there's no chance of being caught? "Dirt-clouded vision and earth-filled lungs. Every breath devoid of air. Every bone crushed by the weight of the world. My fingers fought to free me, and when I made it to the top, it wasn't relief I felt." !!This is the second book of the duet. Please read Patient A-3 first!! ⚠️ This is a reverse harem and a DARK romance ⚠️ 18+