"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

*Disclaimer: This book was originally written in 2018. I am currently in the midst of rewriting the book. The first four chapters are from the original book. Every chapter following suit is a new rendition.* Pskov, Russia - Winter 1942 The Germans came quickly. They stayed even longer. Eighteen year-old Katja is left alone when her brother leaves to fight for the Red Army. By the time winter settles over Pskov, her town is already occupied. Its streets patrolled by enemy soldiers, its people starving, its familiarity stripped away piece by piece. Survival becomes her only goal. Until she meets him. Wilhelm Winter, a young German officer stationed in occupied Pskov, never imagined the war would look like this. A lover of Russian literature and music, he finds himself trapped between orders and conscience, and the lines between right and wrong begin to blur. A single act of kindness, a pair of gloves offered in the snow, binds their lives together. What begins as fleeting glances and stolen moments grows into something far more dangerous. In a city ruled by fear and suspicion, Katja and Wilhelm navigate hunger, loss, desire, and the unbearable weight of loving the enemy. Every meeting risks exposure. Every choice carries consequences that neither of them can escape. As winter deepens and the war demands more blood, they must decide whether love can survive under occupation or whether it will destroy them both. * Wilhelm Winter and Friedhelm Winter are characters inspired from the German miniseries, Generation War. This story is a fictional reinterpretation and does not aim to portray the characters or events exactly as shown in the series. While the names and visuals inspiration remain the same, this version of Wilhelm and Friedhelm are written for this story alone. All other characters and events are original creations. *This story is intended for mature audiences and includes depictions of violence, sexual content, and strong language.

"𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗," 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎. "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗."

"TO LOVE HIM WAS TO BECOME IN HIS IMAGE, NOT A WORSHIPPER BUT A TWIN FLAME." Merope Eloween Potter is the eldest daughter of Lily and James Potter, and the older sister of Harry. Also known as the girl who survived, Merope holds this title for reasons far different ── and far darker ── than her brother's, reasons no one truly understands until the very end. What no one can deny is the unsettling resemblance between Merope and Tom Riddle ── not just in appearance, but in mind, in ambition, in the eerie stillness behind their eyes. That silent, inevitable connection shapes everything she becomes. And one day, fate, in all its cruel irony, brings Merope face-to-face with Tom Riddle ── the man who murdered her parents and the greatest enemy of her little brother. And from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

Rosalina Aldaine has worked nonstop for her entire life. Currently a student at University of Chicago, she hopes to earn her degree in business so that she can live out her passion for numbers and art. Things start looking up for Rosalina when a professor, noticing both her impressive talents and financial struggles, secures her an internship that could change her life. Working at Salvatore Corps seems like a dream come true. That is, until she meets Mr. Salvatore himself. A control freak at best, Mr. Salvatore is cold and cruel-unlike anything Rosalina has ever seen before. "In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight road was lost."-Dante Alighieri [Warning: Dark story. 17+]

He's dangerous, obsessed, and he has his gaze firmly planted on me. I just need to keep my distance and stay professional, but I think he's stalking me. The worst part of it all? I think I like it.

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

ONGOING /// She's an injured dancer trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered career. He's a broken man with an addictive personality. Like oil and water, they don't mix well. When watching isn't enough, he gets much more than he bargained for with the little ballerina he's been hunting. People call him crazy, ruthless, and unhinged; they're not entirely wrong. His world spins on a different axis than everyone else's, slightly twisted from reality. His Harley and his friends are the only things that have kept him out of jail this far, but watching her gives his life an entirely new purpose. So he decides he'd like the lonely little ballerina he's found, but thinks she'd look much better displayed in a music box, spinning only for him. ~ MATURE, 18+ ONLY unedited

A devil in disguise took a liking to an unimpeachable little girl. Blinded by the pureness, the angel without wings fell into the Devil's hands. The darkness is slowly consuming her. Tainted.