WARNING❗️🩸Read the tags🩸❗️ Bellenria Zaye is a simple girl who's not trying to be seen; she prides herself on navigating the waves of her life with steady hands. However, she'll come to learn that not all rocks are avoidable. Meeting Zavrekian Abratino would be the moment she'd lost all sense of control. The tight string she had been gripping would snap, leaving her vulnerable to his piercing emerald gaze. The man didn't avert his eyes from her; as he stared, he seemed to be attaching pieces of her soul and reading her as if she were on display for all to see. Belle felt something awakening from deep within as she stared back into his gaze, something unnerving and alarming. It was an emotion she couldn't name, one that whispered of danger wrapped in allure. She couldn't see the shadow that stretched behind him, thick and inescapable, like a predator poised to strike. By the time she put together the void latched in his gaze, it was too late. The man would be her corrupter, the one who would paint his teeth with her blood to drill into her mind that there was no escaping once he'd gotten a hold of her.

The word mustang comes from the Spanish mestengo---wild, stray, or having no master. Ellis works for a wealthy and powerful man, Mr. Huxley. While training and caring for his horses she draws his eye. Like the mustang she tames, she is reluctant to bend to his will. Money and power enable him to enlist the services of The Facility. She will be tamed. And she will be his.

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

Selene has spent seven years becoming someone else. New name, new face, no past. No trace of the family that died screaming the night they were hunted. It almost worked. Then she sees him, smiling, like he never lost her. Christian doesn't chase. He waits. He watches. He lets her run just long enough to believe she's free. She's the last of a bloodline old enough to bind what he destroyed- to bring it back, to control it... or to bury it forever. And when he finally reaches her, he won't ask where she's been-he'll ask why she thinks she gets to escape.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

" Crawl to me. " " Kneel by my side. " He commands as I near him. " How many cocks have you sucked? " He inquires, his voice is low and rough, edged with something unfiltered. The question throws me off guard. " Can you suck? " He demands, the desire for something sinister is something he no longer tries to hide. " No. " I mutter, looking down. " Eyes on me, Bambi. " He is quick to correct. " You've never sucked a dick, Bambi? " " No one's used these pretty lips..." He mutters more to himself, with a look of satisfaction plastered all over his face. " All for me. " He whispers in a breathy voice. " You don't know how to suck? " He asks, yet again. " No. " I reply, hoping that he'd leave me after finding out how inexperienced I am. " Good, because I want you to choke on it instead! " With that said, he forces my mouth wide open on his hard dick. ___________________ He was made to kill. She was never meant to be seen. When Silas Rossy takes over the mafia empire, he's ready to hunt down the man who raised him like a weapon and then fled: Alejandro, the only father he ever knew... and the one who destroyed him. But vengeance comes with a twist. Arabella is the girl Silas watched from afar, Innocent. Untouchable. Until she turns out to be Alejandro's daughter. Now, she's the key to drawing the devil out of hiding and the very girl Silas vowed never to taint. But all of that is going to change very soon...because he's out for revenge! This Book Is A Dark Romance.

Love doesn't heal. It haunts. Aya thought the worst thing in her life was the man watching her from the shadows. Until he took her. Until she realised the cage he locked her in might feel safer than the world she tried to escape to. Aeon is a monster dressed in patience-a predator with obsession in his veins and Aya in his sights. He's been watching, waiting, needing. And when he finally has her, he's not prepared to let go. Not when the world outside is crueler than anything he could ever do. Not when she runs straight into something worse. Now Aya's bruised, broken, and bleeding in more ways than one. And the man she ran from is the only one who can put her back together-whether she wants him to or not. But love built on fear is still love. And sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a captor... is the girl who survives him.

•Highest Rank #1 in Disturbing; Highest Rank #1 in Catcher • For the longest time I did not see his face. He was an enigma. I think that was the most terrifying part; trying to guess what he would do next. Because of his veiled identity there were fleeting moments I forgot he was even human - a living, breathing, person. It really scares me to think about what people are capable of doing in the consuming mindset of misguided obsession. ______

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