❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

~ A World Painted Grey: Book 1 ~ Already incapacitated, I drag his limp body toward the smoking car. Fastening him back into his seat, seatbelt back in place. Then I grip his skull with my glove-clad hands and ram his head into the steering wheel. Over and over and over again. Eventually the breathing stops, and his weakened pulse slows to a halt. Dead in my hands I throw his head against the wheel once more. Reaching past his limp body, I grab the manila folder. For a moment I watch his corpse. Supposing I should feel even a twinge of guilt. But I never do. Not anymore. Instead, with no feeling in my cold heart, I turn my back to him and walk away. The car bursting into flames behind me. ~~~ Raised a trained killer, Amelia finds herself sneaking through the shadows, thriving in the darkness, living in a world of grey. Having spent her life conditioned to kill and torture, she had never considered the possibility of escape. Never thought a life existed beyond the sight of blood. Until an innocent boy, who's world was held in ink and paper begins to scatter the darkness and find the broken girl beneath. But with a traumatic past and an equally daunting road ahead, can Amelia escape the shadows that haunt her? HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 dualpov

> He saw her once-and that was enough. Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn't belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn't know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale-billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive-noticed her. He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched. And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen. Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her-he needs her. He's patient. He's powerful. And he's been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

Dark. Twisted. Obsessive.(Too Dark) Arina was meant to disappear after the night at the pub. Instead, she became the possession of a man the world has never seen-Raian Vyner. Cold. Wealthy. Deadly. And now, hers. Trapped in his mansion, bound by silent threats and suffocating control, Arina must survive a love that feels more like captivity. "You don't escape a Vyner. You surrender." - Raian In a world where love is a weapon and obedience is survival, how long can a heart endure when it beats beneath his shadow? ⚠️ Reader Disclaimer: This story contains mature, dark themes including psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, emotional control, and morally grey characters. It is intended for a mature audience who enjoys intense, twisted romance. Read with caution. ----------- 🏆2 in #forcerelationship 🏆 1 in #cage 🏆 4 in #crime 🏆1 in #maturethemes 🏆 1 in #manipulation 🏆 3 in #dark 🏆 1 in #shadowlove 🏆2 in #possessive 🏆1 in #obssesse 🏆2 in # manipulation 🏆 1 in # billionaireromance

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

She was the price of a debt. He was the devil collecting it. Sofia Murphy lives in a world of color and quiet-a life spent painting soft dreams and hiding from sharp truths. But when her father signs her away to settle a blood debt, she's thrust into the arms of a monster wrapped in a tailored suit. Alessandro Lombardi is a king among criminals. Feared. Worshipped. Deadlier than the sins that built his empire. He doesn't ask for a wife. He takes one. In his world, vows are shackles. Kisses are claims. And love? Love is just another weapon. Sofia is everything he's not-sweet, untouched, innocent, a light he was never meant to hold. But now that he has her, he won't let go. Not when she trembles under his touch. Not when she flinches at his darkness. Not even if she wants to run. Because Alessandro doesn't chase. He hunts. He craves her obedience. Worships her purity. And if she ever thinks of running? He'll track her down with a smile, chain her to his bed, and remind her-slowly, ruthlessly-who owns her body. And who owns her soul. He didn't just marry her. He branded her. And in this house? There's no escape. Only surrender. And if the world dares come between them? He'll burn it to the ground-just to watch her smile in the ashes.

He was the serpent. Coiled in shadows. Poison in his veins. A name whispered in fear - Marco Costa, heir to a dead empire, and leader of something far more terrifying: The Vipers. She was the spark. Wild. Loud. Unapologetically reckless. Alana Salvatore - the mafia princess with oversized hoodies, candy-stained fingers, and a laugh that didn't belong in a world made of blood. Everyone expected her to choose the prince. The protector. The blade forged to shield her - Matteo Rivera. But she didn't. She chose the villain. The man with venomous promises and hands that both worship and destroy. He took her heart, her body, and gave her a crown of thorns in return. Now, she carries his heir - and her bloodline has been rewritten. This is not the story of rescue. This is the story of surrender. Of obsession. Of rebellion. Of a girl who fell for the devil and smiled while burning. In a world of kings and killers... She became the queen of the serpent. BOOK THREE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

Grace Ivers isn't the type to seek out frat parties, but when her outgoing roommate drags her to one, she finds herself thrust into the chaos of loud music, red solo cups, and a sea of confident athletes. Navigating the scene as a college freshman is overwhelming enough-until she catches the eye of John Logan. Logan is everything Grace has been warned about-charming, confident, and completely out of her league. But when an unexpected flip cup challenge turns into an undeniable connection, Grace starts to wonder if there's more to him than his reputation suggests. As the night unfolds, friendships are forged, bets are made, and sparks fly between Grace and Logan in a way neither of them expected. She's just a freshman trying to find her place, and he's a hockey star who shouldn't be paying her this much attention. But some moments change everything, and this might just be one of them. A flirty, fast-paced college romance about taking chances, unexpected chemistry, and the beginning of something neither of them saw coming. ***I do not own the rights to the characters or the previous story line. *** Completed.

"please, I'm sorry, I won't do it aga-" She screamed "I know you won't doll" Lucian smiled "but bad girls needs punishment" August cried. Alexandar and Elijah smirked. ...................... The only thing that 17 year old August desired all her life was to turn 18 and leave the hellhole she has been surviving in. She had it all all planned out but everything got ruined when they entered and then she realized that it was worse than everything that she had previously gone through. They. Alexander, Lucian and Elijah. The three devils who were worshipped by women and envied by men but feared by everyone. They had it all planned out, get married for their business, conquer all big giants but everything crashed when they saw her in their own weddings. Who she was?? Their brides's sister

💔 Where It Hurts the Most - Part One: The Hurt Series He's her brother's best friend. A cop. Too old. Too off-limits. Rowan Hayes stopped caring the day her brother died. At seventeen, she's reckless, wild, and halfway to self-destruction-drinking too much, feeling too little, doing everything she can to forget. And Nate Delaney? He's the one picking up the pieces. Writing her up. Dragging her out. Dropping her off. The cop who's supposed to follow the rules- But breaks every single one when it comes to her. He promised he'd take care of her. But every time he sees her like this- Drunk. High. With the wrong guy. Something inside him cracks. She's the girl who doesn't want to be saved. He's the man who's breaking himself trying. He touches when he shouldn't. Stays when he should walk away. And looks at her like she's already his. The more he protects her, the harder it is to pretend he doesn't want her. And the closer they get, the more impossible it becomes to walk away. She's too young. He's sworn to stay away. But some lines don't just get crossed. They get shattered. A slow-burn, forbidden, age-gap new adult romance about grief, guilt, and the one person you should never want-but can't walk away from. ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ This story contains mature and sensitive content that may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with care. Topics include: ✨ Explicit sexual content ✨ Substance use (alcohol, weed)Infidelity themes✨ Emotional trauma, grief, and self-destruction ✨ Strong language & adult themes ✨ Age-gap romance (all characters are 17+ and the story abides by the legal age of consent in Colorado) 💔 This is a New Adult / Mature Romance 🔞 Reader discretion is strongly advised.