She thought he was perfect, but perfect doesn't exist. Alex had never been in love. Never been kissed. Never even held a boy's hand. So when Ben (the charming, confident, older man) swept into her life, it felt like fate. He said all the right things. Made her feel special. Claimed he was keeping her safe. At first, she believed him. When he checked her phone, it was because he cared. When he told her what to wear, it was because he loved her. When he got really angry, it was her fault, wasn't it? She should've known better. Shouldn't have talked to that guy. Should've texted back faster. Should've listened to him. Then the first slap came. Then the apologies, and promises it wouldn't happen again. But it did. It kept happening. Ben doesn't love Alex. He owns her. And she's learning, slowly and painfully, that love doesn't leave bruises. Love doesn't monitor your every move. Love doesn't isolate you from your friends and family, punish you for breathing the wrong way, or force you to beg for kindness that never lasts. But by the time she sees it for what it is, she's already trapped. And Ben doesn't plan to let her go. Not without a fight. ⚠️TW⚠️Domestic Violence ⚠️TW⚠️ Sexual Assault ⚠️TW⚠️ Emotional and Mental Abuse I don't own the cover or any of the pictures I use. This is copyright so if you see anyone taking my book please help a girl out and let me know. I've worked so hard on this. I recommend not reading until your 18 but I know y'all won't listen. Just be aware this book contains sensitive topics

Trixie has never been anyone's first choice. Abandoned by her father, neglected by her mother, she's used to being discarded. Until Jasper Knight enters her life - powerful, dangerous, and obsessed. For the first time, she feels like someone sees her, like she matters. Jasper isn't perfect. As the son of a powerful gang leader, his world is violent, his temper ruthless. But when he focuses on her, Trixie becomes his priority - his object of desire, the one thing he can't let go. At first, it feels like love. But obsession has a dark edge. Rules are broken, boundaries crossed, and Trixie is forced to confront cruelty she's never imagined. What seemed like protection begins to feel like control. Is this love, or is it glorified slavery? Can she trust him - or is he the irredeemable monster everyone says he is? In a world where power and desire collide, Trixie must decide: obey the rules, or fight to reclaim herself. ⚠️⚠️ Trigger warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This story contains intense and mature themes, including physical and emotional abuse, sexual content, trauma, non-consensual situations, violence, and death. It explores difficult relationships and the lasting effects of past trauma. Readers who may be sensitive to these topics are advised to proceed with caution.

He stepped inside, closing the door slowly, his gaze fixed on her as she crawled backward, her back finally hitting the wall. "P-please... let me go," she stammered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." He chuckled quietly, adjusting his blood-streaked glasses with a calm precision. he sank to his knees beside her, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring every second. With his bloodied hand, he reached for her face, his fingers grazing her cheek. She flinched, feeling the warmth of the blood he smeared across her skin. "There's no need to panic, Iris," he whispered softly, his voice a chilling lull that only made her shake harder. "just relax." His fingers lingered as he wiped a tear from her cheek, leaving a smear of red. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes from his, trapped under the weight of his calm, twisted gaze. Iris, a 20-year-old art student, is known for her beauty, cheerful nature, and boundless creativity. Independent and kind-hearted, she easily makes friends and brings warmth to any room. With a knack for seeing beauty in the everyday, she's both a dreamer and an optimist. Living alone for the first time, she's embracing her new independence with resilience and a touch of naivety, eager to grow as an artist and a person. Alaric, a 25-year-old senior art student, is the quiet enigma of the college. With his striking looks-handsome yet softened by his glasses-he's the subject of countless admirers, though he keeps mostly to himself. Known for his unmatched talent in painting and drawing, Alaric's art speaks louder than he ever does, and his reserved, polite manner only adds to his charm. Beneath his calm exterior, however, lies a hidden identity and a mind as complex as his name suggests-one that no one truly understands. Triggers:Toxic , violence , murder, manipulation Author note:This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only.

Warning❗️Mental, Physcal and sexual abuse❗️ A story to tell you not every relationship is like flying on a pink cloud trough life. And some people out there can't and Will never be free.

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

He watched her from the shadows, his breath steady as her every move played out like a scene crafted just for him. She had no idea that every step she took, every smile, every laugh, was under his gaze. Tonight, he'd come closer-just close enough for her to feel him without knowing. Soon, she would understand the truth: she wasn't alone, she had never been. She belonged to him. And once she realized it, there would be no escape. I will hunt you down - Chris Scott Triggers:violence, rape , Force-marriage, stalking, manipulation, toxic , anger issues, age gap Author note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution

A dark romance between a young spiteful, curious girl, ready to take on the world with the help of her sexy devil. Join them in ups and downs of their relation. ********************************************* I trembled, my voice barely a whisper as I pleaded, "Can I please wear something underneath it? The slit is too high to cover anything." He turned me around, his eyes glinting with mischief. As he knelt down, he spread my legs wide, pushing the lower part of the gown aside. His tongue darted out, laving at my clit, still damp from our earlier encounter. I arched my back, my body convulsing as he devoured me. I clutched the chair, my moans echoing through the room. He intensified his assault, sucking me dry. "Adam... I'm close," I gasped, my voice thick with desire. He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "The slit is for my convenience," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "So I can play with you whenever I want. No, you can't wear anything that will come between us." ***************************************** Contains mature scenes, abusive language, abuse and dominance of the male lead and his obsession over his love. Please do not go ahead if you do not like reading R rated. You have been warned.

"I'll leave you alone." His words filled the tormenting silence, "After tonight you won't have to see me again, only in class and that's it." My heart ached at his words, why? This should be a good thing, I wouldn't have to deal with Alejandro Rodriguez ever again. So why... Why does the thought of him not being around hurt. I stopped playing with my food and slowly lifted my head to look at him. He stared straight into my watery eyes. His face filled with regret and concern. He stood up from his seat and walked over to me, squatting down to my level. "Hey, hey." He softly whispered his hands holding both of my mines, softly caressing them with his thumb. "Please don't cry, por favor." He reached a hand to my face and gently wiped the tears. "I-I don't want you to leave me alone." My voice breaking and my vision filling with tears. Layla Cruise, is the most popular girl in high school with a perfect life, people call her the Golden girl. Perfect curly hair, perfect boyfriend. However, thats what they see when she's at school. Remove the glam and glitter, wipe off the makeup and you'll find a trickle of bruises her boyfriend leaves her. TW: this story contains strong themes (SA, Language, and sexual content)

Forget everything they tell you about mates. Forget those girls who fall in love with the bad man in the end. Forget those bad men who change for those girls. Because we all know that that doesn't happen in real life anyways. *** Skylar Griffin isn't like other she-wolves who have faced her situation. She doesn't forget what is done to her - and she sure as hell doesn't forgive. How could she? Even though bruises heal, that memory lingers forever.