WARNING: This book contains strong language, sexual scenes and other mature contents. Read at your own risk. Lovely had been through so much pain and a broken heart. (I cant-I cant hold it, I cant handle this). Brave who she'd never expected to be with, believed that he'd helped her through her heartbreak, but is her pain really over?. When intense jealously comes because of a jealous person past encounter with Brave, bad things happened. She wants him and will stop at nothing to get him. If she cannot have him, neither can Lovely. "You took everything, you have everything!". Lovely friend made a very big decision that contributes to her pain. "I'm her best friend. I'm gonna give her a visit". Will Lovely ever find out what she did?. "I thought you were my friend". Lovely meets a friend who'd partially been a victim of Lovely enemies. She knows something that Lovely doesn't. "Timesha Hemings... You can call me Tia". Will she tell her? or she's gonna let the past stay in the past. Lovely doesn't know that there's much more to this than what she already know. Brave had to travel but Lovely doesn't know because her mother confined him from seeing her by the police for some unknown reason. Lovely doesn't know that her mom confined him either. "Leave! Get out!". Lovely got pregnant. Is Brave the father? or someone else?. Had she been with someone else? (I was careful. I don't understand). What's gonna happen when he comes back and realize that she's pregnant. See what happens when all of this reveals. Add my book to your library and begin reading.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠" He saw her one day helping out an old woman, he thought nothing of it. He saw her again giving food to the helpless and the needy person on the street that everyone ignored, something inside him moved, he could hear the ice surrounding his cold heart crack. He kept seeing her and each and every time she was either helping someone out or laughing her innocent laugh and the ice surrounding his cold heart finally shattered. He could hear his heart beating now and also he could feel it. The Devil fell in love with a beauty because of her simple acts of kindness. He knew he needed her, he knew he wanted her and he knew that he would get her no matter what, even if it meant taking her away from her happy and a life full of light to his darkness. But what if she didn't want him? What if she refused the crown that he was forcing her to wear? What if it was just an Unwanted Crown to her? ____________________________________ This Dark Romance! Readers' discretion is required!

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

"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?

✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ I scream loudly, frustrated. I throw everything across the room. The TV smashes. Glass decor shatters. The room becomes a mess. Tears sting my eyes. I scream again. Then I feel his arms around me. Caging me into a hug as I let out a sob of frustration. I'm stuck here. Again. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Aurora has been stalked for the past 3 months by a man who she drunkingly spent a night with. She has no memory of his face making it harder to find out who he is. Aurora has no clue that her stalker could be someone far or someone so close to her. ♡♡♡ Noah has been fascinated and obsessed with Aurora ever since that night and decides to stalk her after realising she has no memory of him, making it a game for Aurora to find out his actual identity. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"The bride who ran from her husband and into the arms of his brother."

Shadow Claimed Asha Malik was a soul buried deep beneath the weight of her own silence - forgotten, broken, and lost to the shadows of her past. Then came Damien Volkov - the darkest soul alive, a ruthless mafia king whose cold, ruthless touch could either shatter her completely or awaken a fire she never knew she had. In a world where pain and passion collide, their fates entwine in a dangerous dance of control, obsession, and a love born from the darkest depths. Can a soul once buried rise again through the coldest shadow? Or will their love consume them both in endless night? ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains mature, intense themes including psychological manipulation, trauma, and violence. Recommended for mature readers 18+.

In a world where alliances are currency and secrets weigh more than blood, Honoria Kane becomes both pawn and player in a centuries-old feud between rival houses. What begins as a calculated engagement meant to preserve peace turns dangerous the moment she enters the Vitali estate, where power hums beneath every glance and attraction is as perilous as betrayal. Bound to the ruthless Vitali brothers-Kiro, the mind behind every glance and Silas, the quiet shadowed blade in the dark -become her protectors, her tempters, and her undoing. Between their possessive watch and her awakening defiance, every touch becomes strategy, every word a test of loyalty. When the engagement is sealed, she's no longer the naive daughter playing peacekeeper, but a strategist cloaked in innocence. In the game of Crowns and Bartered bloodlines, Honoria learns too late: you're never given power in the Vitali world. You take it-or you're devoured by those who already have. And when playing the Vitali Brothers' Game-you don't win. You simply learn which part of yourself you're willing to surrender first..

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.