"If she wants me to destroy her, then I fucking will." ━━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━━ Two unlikely souls collide in a dark romance. Isabella: a weary dancer, long past the point of dreaming, struggling to keep the people she loves alive. Jeremiah: a former thief with nothing left but a name and a vendetta, chasing ghosts across state lines and bleeding for a memory he can't let go. Bound by loss and driven by pain, they form a fragile alliance. She, yearning for a way out; he, determined to see his revenge through to the bitter end. Together, they drift through states on a journey, chasing different tomorrows in a world that rarely offers second chances. Started: 17-Jan-2026 Completed: - - -

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

Recovering from a tragic accident, Aspen Preston is barely floating over the surface. The remains of her father's death haunt her while she tries to avoid the end of her mother's wrath. She tries to uphold the flawless image for the sake of her family, but she's only sinking. River Madden has one goal in life; to go professional. His mind is clouded with determination. He thinks it's the only way to get where he needs, pushing himself as if he's invincible, leaving no space for anything or anyone. Except her. He always finds himself watching the girl he'd never even heard speak. Despite his dedication, he can't help but feel curious about the mask she holds in her eyes. Enthralled enough already, when he speaks to her, River finds his attention drifting from the one thing he could he could truly love.

After going from one crappy fosterhome to the next, Rielle finally sees a light at the end of the tunnel. Turns out she has a long lost Uncle John who wants her to come live with him! Isn't that great!? Wrong! Uncle John isn't her Uncle at all. He's her God Uncle. So much for family. Not only are they not related, but he lives in a town where almost everyone is a little racist and super fatphobic. To make matters worse the town's favorite playboy takes a dark interest in her. She becomes his newest target. He's determined to break her. Only to find she's already broken. Her brokenness calls to his own. When hate turns to love, can they be honest with themselves and eachother? Or are some lovestories meant to be unfinished?

"Let me be clear, piccola - you've unlocked a side of me I didn't know I had. And if you think you can keep me up all night, pushing boundaries, I'm going to show you exactly how ruthless I can be." My pulse quickened. "What do you mean?" I whispered, trying to steady my voice. His fingers slid down my side, tracing a slow, deliberate path. "The same way I close deals without mercy, I don't hold back in here." His eyes darkened, locking onto mine with fierce intensity. "You're not fragile. So I'm betting you can take more than a little roughness." I swallowed hard, words catching in my throat. "Good." His touch grew firmer, pressing into my skin with purpose. "But don't mistake that for lack of care." He softened just enough to make my breath hitch. "I want to break you down... but I'll cherish every part of you, even when you're trembling." His thumb brushed over a sensitive spot, sending heat flooding through me. "Now tell me, amore... what do you crave? What do you want me to push you into?" My voice came out shaky but honest. "Bondage. Control. Dirty words. Pain... edging..." A slow, satisfied smile spread over his lips. "You have no idea what you just invited."

A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir? What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment? They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other. ••• "So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it. "Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride. "Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine." "Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once. She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want." I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want." She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you." ••• "You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss." ••• SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!

Nevaeh gets hit by a meteor shower that transports her back in time. When she wakes up, she quickly realizes she must adapt to survive in this unfamiliar era. Nevaeh's modern attire and speech immediately draws the attention of the kingdom's people, including King Alaric. King is suspicious of her and wants to know what this strange girl is doing in his kingdom? Could she be a spy or a threat? But, Alaric isn't the only one who has his eye out for Nevaeh. So does King Otis....Alaric's enemy. Note: this needs to be edited REALL bad, I'm cringing bad.😭

Ongoing My stepfamily treated me like trash for years - until the day they sold me to pay off their debts. At 22, with college almost over and dreams of freedom slipping away, I never expected to be handed over in an arranged marriage to Alexander "Lex" Voss, the most powerful and dangerous mafia Don in Italy. Cold. Ruthless. Devastatingly handsome. He says the marriage is purely business - a alliance between families. But the way his eyes burn when he looks at me, the way his hands claim me in the dark... tells a different story. Trapped in his luxurious but deadly world of secrets, power, and blood, I'm forced to become his wife. The question is: will I survive the man they call the Devil of Italy... or will I fall for him? Dark Italian Mafia Romance. Arranged Marriage. Spicy. Mysterious. First-person. (#MafiaRomance #ArrangedMarriage #BWWM #Steamy #DarkRomance #Wattpad)

"She wore innocence like perfume - sweet, intoxicating, and deadly."

Blood dripped down the cobblestones, glistening beneath the gaslight. Her name was written in crimson - a message, a challenge. He wanted her to see it. He wanted her to come. Detective Eliza Hartwell has fought for every ounce of respect in a world that refuses to see beyond her skin. Brilliant, relentless, and unafraid, she's solved the cases others feared to touch. But this one is different. The murders are savage, intimate... and meant for her. Each clue draws her deeper into the mind of a killer who is as cunning as he is obsessed. He studies her, anticipates her every move, and craves her attention as much as her downfall. In the shadowed streets of Victorian London, desire and danger intertwine - and the hunter may soon become the hunted. Can she outwit the man who knows her better than anyone? Or will she become the masterpiece he's been waiting to claim