"Please don't, Rio," I pleaded. Rio didn't spare me a glance, bringing the hammer down once more against the hand of the man who had assaulted me. My horrified scream and Adrian's agonised one sounded in unison. This time Rio got his fingers, some of which were already sticking up unnaturally. I turned my head to the side. I didn't want to watch this. At my movement, Rio's attention shifted to me. He tutted. "Oh no, Mia. That won't do." He turned my head back to the center of the room with the same hammer he was using to destroy Adrian's hand. The cold metal was gentle against my cheek, but I was trembling from the knowledge of the agony it had caused. "You tried to run away, and he tried to rape you. Actions have consequences, for both of you." Rio walked back over to where a gagged and restrained Adrian was still offering muffled pleas. "Now you're going to watch the consequences," Rio promised darkly. *** One night while walking home, Mia is kidnapped by a group of men. She is thrown into a completely new and dangerous world. She has no say here, is constantly in danger, and must rely on her kidnapper's mercy. Will Mia survive being Kept? Note: This is the spin-off prequel to Kidnapped For Keeps, but can be read as a complete standalone.

One minute, Clara was walking home. The next, she was gone. Kidnapped off the street by three strangers-Ezra, Silas, and Lucian-she wakes up in a mansion too perfect to be real. Every room is tailored to her. Every meal, every hobby, every word-they knew everything. And now they expect her to play along in their twisted version of a family. They wanted her. To them, Clara is the missing piece. The daughter they've been waiting for. The one they've been preparing for. Every room is made for her. Every rule is meant to shape her. And every smile hides something sick. Ezra. Calm, calculating, always three steps ahead. No matter how careful Clara is, he sees through her. Every lie. Every escape attempt. Every flicker of rebellion. Silas is distant and cold, but dangerous in his silence. Silas keeps his distance-but when he looks at her, it's like he sees straight through. And Lucian... Lucian's the gentle one.The one who brings her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and brushes her hair. The one who says this is all for her own good. Lucian is soft-spoken and kind... almost like he wants her to believe this could be real. But it isn't. They don't want her freedom. They want her obedience. Her love. Her role. They call it family. She calls it a nightmare. But if Clara wants to survive, she might have to play along. Even if it means pretending to love her captors. _________________________________________ Author's Note: This is a story I've been wanting to post and now I've finally done it. I would really appreciate your support by voting on the chapters and by commenting, or just leaving suggestions you would like me to incorporate, I'm more than happy to read your suggestions. •Any pictures seen or used throughout this book is not mine, I used Pinterest to cultivate all my ideas. [All credit must go to the rightful owners] DISCLAIMER: This book is not a dark romance, mafia-related, intimate book, it doesn't contain themes associated with those genre

One stable woman, one handsome psychotic man, and a rich one at that. He only wants three things in life, and that is money, power, and a beautiful woman who has claimed his heart of coal without her even knowing it. He is sinfully obsessed with her; he uses his influence to erase her existence from the grid. She is physically strong, cleverly witted, and obedient yet petrified... and is his captive inside his opulent 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 101. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: ● 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ● 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ● 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ● 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 ● 𝑨𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 & 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅.

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.

"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 ‼️‼️

"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. ______