They both smile like they want nothing more than to see me break. Ryze, with that devilish grin like he knows he'll enjoy every second of it, and Jace, my stepbrother. He's not supposed to want me, and I'm not supposed to want them. But the way he looks at me- with that teasing cruel smirk of his.... It makes me forget every rule I swore I'd keep. And when he speaks-low, cruel, filthy- my body answers before I can say no. ................................................................................ trigger warnings: please read ! dubious nonconsent/coercion!! power imbalance sexual content (explicit) emotional manipulation bullying/verbal degradation death of a parent (referenced) secret society violence and initiation themes knife play (not blood) blackmail stepsibling relationship psychological trauma (referenced) mask kink gore

They crowned her, dressed her in gold, and taught her how to kneel but they never taught her how to survive him. That, she learned alone. In the silence before his footsteps. In the fear that never left. There was no love in his hands, no kindness in his voice. Only control. Only cruelty. She was not a wife. She was something given... and things that are given can always be taken away. Some say tyrants can learn to love. Hers never did. And still... she survived him. But survival has a cost. Once, she had been soft. Gentle. The kind of woman who believed in kindness, who would have chosen love if it had ever been offered to her. That girl is gone now. In her place stands something colder something shaped by war, by pain, by years of learning that mercy is a weakness no one survives twice. She walked away from her throne and chose the battlefield instead, trading silk for steel, a crown for blood. And somewhere along the way, she stopped feeling until the only thing that made her feel alive again... was the sound of someone else's pain. Men whisper her name now. Not with admiration but with fear. Because she is no longer something to be pitied. She is something to be feared. And then he finds her. A man who does not look at her like she is broken. A man who does not flinch from what she has become. A man who does not try to control her, or cage her, or tame her. He simply stays. He is not a king... but he treats her like a queen. And that is what terrifies her the most. Because she does not know how to be that woman anymore. She does not know how to be gentle. Does not know how to trust. Does not know how to love.

He was never the villain they feared. He was the punishment their kingdom earned. For years, the people of Elysium whispered that their terrifying emperor had finally been leashed by a gentle queen. Ophelia softened the monster beneath the crown with warm hands, soft smiles, and a love powerful enough to make a tyrant kneel willingly at her feet. She became the mercy in a kingdom built on bloodshed. The shield standing between the empire and the beast wearing the throne. And then someone poisoned her. Now the queen lies unconscious. Their unborn child hangs between life and death. And the empire is beginning to understand a horrifying truth: Achille was never protecting Ophelia from them. Ophelia was protecting them from Achille. Because the moment blood spilled from the empress's lips, something ancient and merciless woke inside the emperor. The leash snapped. The restraint vanished. And the man who conquered kingdoms with fire and brutality remembers exactly why the world once feared him. The court is no longer a place of politics. It is a hunting ground. Every smile hides betrayal. Every ally looks guilty. Every servant, noble, and friend becomes a suspect beneath the emperor's cold gaze. Heads begin to roll. Bodies pile beneath the throne. And somewhere inside the castle, a traitor realizes too late that they did not poison a queen- They wounded the only thing keeping the empire alive. Now the kingdom prays for Ophelia to wake before another river of blood floods the palace halls. Because if she dies... The emperor will not stop until every nation burns with her.

She lost half of herself before she ever met him. He never intended to fall for anyone. One summer night in Sicily was supposed to be nothing more than a beautiful mistake. Weeks later... Faith proves to have a cruel sense of humor. Because forgetting each other was never part of the plan. After You is a slow-burn dark romance about grief, healing, and discovering that sometimes the person you least expect becomes the reason you learn to live again.

Four years after a devastating accident, Emily Carter is finally ready to start over. In a quiet new town by the water, she's determined to live life on her own terms-free from the whispers, the pity, and the fragments of memory that never quite fit. But when she receives a friend request from Cole Andrews, the man she once loved and lost, her fragile peace begins to crack. Cole seems different now-gentler, steadier, almost like the version of him she always wished existed. As their connection rekindles, so do her nightmares: the sound of rushing water, the glint of headlights, the feeling of being pulled under. Someone-or something-is urging her to remember what really happened that night. And the closer Emily gets to the truth, the more she begins to wonder if the past ever truly lets go.

A rejected mates, second chance, secret baby romance novel with a twist. "I, Caden Knight, Alpha of the Mystic Falls Pack, reject you Lily Rose of Silver Moon Pack! From this day forth I release you from our mate bond". Lily clutches her chest and falls to her knees trembling. The pain is excruciating, like her heart is being torn in half and all the air was getting squeezed from her lungs. She feels like she's dying. It's as though the mate bond is being violently ripped from her, leaving her winded and gasping for breath. How had Caden gone from taking her virginity and professing his undying love only days ago, to rejecting her completely now? "Nobody knows you are my mate, and nobody ever will! Everyone believes that Ava is my true mate, and that is what they will continue to believe. You will not breathe a word about us - do you understand?! Goddess-damn-it Lily this is important, say you understand!" Was it only because of her heat that he had succumbed to her? Did he truly not want her? He never mentioned loving her best friend Ava during their mating, in fact he never mentioned her at all. Then Lily suddenly remembers the story Ava had told her, about her secret lover back at Mystic Falls pack, the one she admitted being with for eight years now. The penny finally drops, Caden must be that lover! "You're the one aren't you? You and Ava lost your virginity together when you were both 18. You're not fated mates, so you took a blood oath bonding you together for life. You've been together all this time, she talked about you, but never mentioned your name". Caden Knight is a blue blood Alpha, he has liquid gold running through his veins. His blood can cure numerous human diseases and is priceless, which means he carries a target on his back. What happens when he finds his mate, and what about the other female in his life, Ava? How can he protect the ones he loves from what he is?

Jackson and Jasmine sitting in a tree K I S S I N G, not likely. Jasmine - No No No, not on your life, I was moving on from that man, just one last night, one last time so I could forget him. Jackson - If she thought I was going to let her go after one last night, she was wrong. Even if I had to tie her to the bed to keep her there.

This story starts with a pretty graphic assault scene. Please, check your triggers or message me if you are unsure and we can chat about if this is appropriate for you. A woman accidently summons a demon who is bound to her by her blood. This is a Dark paranormal romance, heavy on the triggers and the smut. 18+ Only! I'm posting this story as I write it, so please bare with me. Some chapters may take longer than others 🖤 #2 in Parnormal Romance #2 in Dark Fantasy #2 in Demon Romance #1 in Demon

I felt his fingers move within me once more, slipping out only to be replaced by two, then three. His wedding ring gleamed in the dim light, slick with my heat-a silver shackle marked by my pleasure. "Do you like seeing that?" his voice was rough against my neck. "Do you like knowing my wife is waiting at home while you mark me?" "I want her to see it on you," I whispered. "I want her to taste me on your skin." _______ The night before her wedding, Esmeralda Bertillon lost everything. Her fiancé. Her best friend. And something she never got the chance to tell anyone about. Dani didn't apologize. She moved on, married well, and built a life on the wreckage she left behind. So Esmeralda did what any woman with nothing left to lose would do. She went after the husband. Sebastian Vayne was never supposed to be a man. He was supposed to be a weapon-the perfect instrument of a revenge three years in the making. But Sebastian is not what she expected. And that is the most dangerous thing about him. What grows between them in hotel rooms and careful silences is a beautiful, terrifying mistake. With the traps closing in from all sides, Esme must decide what she actually wants - the revenge she came for, or the man who was never part of the plan. Highest Rankings: - #1 in Affair - #1 in Possessive - #5 in Billionaire

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, explicit sexual content, territorial behavior, possessive male lead, rough sexual themes, dirty talk, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! Roman Creed spends his nights drenched in blood, sweat, and violence on the ice as Blackcrest University's golden hockey captain - feared by opponents, worshipped by everyone else. Loriana Waters spends hers cleaning up injuries for the team as the new sports rehab assistant, trying to ignore the arrogant players who treat the world like it belongs to them. Especially Roman. But hatred turns dangerous fast when every fight between them feels charged with something darker. The kind of tension that lingers in crowded locker rooms, heated stares across campus bars, and rough hands that stay a second too long. Roman wants control. Loriana refuses to give it to him. And somewhere between obsession and desire, they start destroying each other in the most intoxicating way possible. Roman Creed I've spent my whole life taking what I want. Wins. Respect. Control. Then Loriana Waters walks into my arena looking at me like I'm something to survive instead of worship. She fights me at every turn - and it only makes me want her more. Loriana Waters Roman Creed is brutal in every sense of the word. On the ice, in my head, every time he gets too close. He's possessive, infuriating, impossible to ignore... and I'm starting to realize the worst thing I could do is want him back.