Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Iori utahime ,a sensible and respected teacher at kyoto Tech. School teaches literature and music.She is loved by her students and honored by her colleagues.Keeping her darkest past within herself,she is trying to live happily with her four years old baby boy who has brought the light to her dark depressed life.The torments she has endured once gets concealed by her warm smile just like she hides the scars of her body beneath the thick layers of clothes. She thought she had succeeded to break free from the shackles of his obsession,his madness.But did she really? The monster she was attempting to hide from was just trailing her behind and when he captures her this time,she knew she had no ways to escape.

"Miss Davis, stay here. I want to discuss your grades," he said, looking into my glaring eyes. "Sorry, my friend James is waiting for me. I need to go," I said, looking straight into his eyes with a sweet smile on my face, stressing more on the word "friend," and I saw how his jaw clenched. Miss. Hans smiled as I said that to him. I could see she wanted to spend time with him, and it increased my jealousy even more. Without sparing him a glance, I walked out of his office in fast steps as I felt his heated gaze on me. I started running once I was out of the class, with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Before I could reach the exit, my hand was grabbed and I was pushed against the wall of an empty corridor, making me gasp in fear. "Let me go; someone will see us," I said as he pressed his hard body against mine. I tried to push him with my hands, but he pinned them on either side of my head with a firm grip on my wrist. "I don't care," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, making my protesting movements stop with a gasp as he buried his face in my neck possessively. "Leave me and go spend your time with Miss. Hans," I said in anger and pure jealousy while looking into his amber eyes as he moved his face to look at me. He smirked while listening to my words. He knows I'm burning from the inside. "You will go nowhere with that James," he said, burning in anger, ignoring my words, making me look at him with a scowl. "Professor, leave me. It's inappropriate of you to ask me not to see my friend. You have no right on me," I said in the same mocking voice, and his jaw clenched even more. "The professor doesn't, but I have every fucking right to you as your husband, my little bride," he said with a smirk on his face. Yes, you heard it right. I'm married to my maths professor.

#8 in Romance (September 13 2016) COMPLETED Expectations are something which truly mock you in the face. When you expect more you get less. Tiffany Devon was an orphaned girl who by a fate of chance happened to be adopted by the great influential family of Devon. An independent graduate who was looking forward to live freely. However there was something else planned. A favor asked by her rich foster father put her into a spot. An arranged marriage. Bounded by the conditions that could ruin the Devon family if not followed. She had to sell her heart to repay the kindness bestowed by the Devons. Could she? And who was her heart sold too? Zylen Marc. The notorious talented business man heir to the Marcs Company who known to have methods to reduce people to ashes. A tall devishly handsome man whose looks could hypnotize and scare both men and women. Feelings were not known to him and pride was his language. A battle would thoroughly engage with many parties participating. Who would win? Read on to find out.

Higest rank #1 in romance on 27.07.2016 His both hands were on the wall on either side of me, pinning me to the wall... ''you will not talk to any other men except me......'' he was fuming with anger. ''James...listen to me...'' I started but cut off by his punch on the wall. ''DO YOU GET IT'' he shouted angrily. I put my hand softly on his bruised hand with tears in my eyes and said ''o...okay.... stop hurting yourself please...'' ****** James Ashton is a billionaire who has everything in life, a loving father, a caring mother and awesome friends. He always get what he wants and as an only son to the Ashton family he got the attention of everyone associated with the family or business. But he is most famous for his looks and sexy body. But then he was physically attracted to this assistant of his 'Liza Miller' who was simple,intelligent and 'i don't give fu*k to boys, type of girl. She was waiting for true love but what will she do when her boss wants her ....

Warning:- Mature content. Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead. "Do it again and I will break your legs..." He warned. Her eyes filled with tears. "Chief, I am sorry... I didn't want to, but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..." She sobbed. Dominick grabbed her chin harshly. "Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..." He gritted, and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with a jerk. "Please don't punish me... I am sorry" She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears. "I don't want to do it, chief, please... I am scared of this... Please, please..." She cried. "Strip..." He ordered while walking towards the wall. Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear, she ran towards the door, but the poor girl didn't know that she couldn't open it. ***** Grace is a nice and intelligent girl, but her kindness is her enemy. She was living a happy and peaceful life until a Mob boss knocked on her door. Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes. But does this devil have a heart? How will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? How long can she do it for her father? After all, it's not easy to have sex with a mob boss. (It's a sample)

"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED

The Krestochian city or the night city of Krestochia, regarded for its beauty and enchanted serenity is ruled by an emperor named Henry Nicolov. Who is known for his charisma, wit and the fearsome aura that he holds. He is considered cruel and ruthless in a strange way because he is not just the ruler but a vampire as well, something away from the visual of local folk. The Kingdom of Krestochia doesn't only comprise humans but also the mythical creatures of night - Vampires. Besides this mystique city, there is another city of Vamparia comprising of Vampires, witches and demons which is a complete different and unknown place to the humans. When King Henry meets his beautiful mate - Rose Collins, an ordinary human girl wanting to live the life to the fullest. He instantly falls for her beauty but, will he be able to actually love her and fight his inner battle of lust, possessiveness and outer battle of dominance? [The Fiction Awards 2017 Winner] ***************** Highest Rank #1 in fantasy (With previous version) #1 in vampire (With latest version)

"Say it." he whispered in a threatening voice. "No!" I answered back. "Elle.." he warned. "please.." I begged. "tsk. tsk. consequences my love" The next thing I heard was the sound of a gun shooting and my best friend screaming in agony. Elle never really had any choice about what happened in her life. And her marriage to a cruel and heartless mafia leader was no exception.

A mere peasant in our kingdom, that's who I am. I never once imagined a higher prestige of living, despite being poverty-stricken but not near beggarly. Above and beyond, I held contentment with my life and valued what it offers. Because I, Elizabeth, an unwavering carrier of hope, a believer in the inherent worth of living, and a person with no more than less, have no more than much as well. I lived a provincial life with my sweet uncle to take care of me, but the moving world I was once taking turned upside down when I surrendered myself in the arms of an obsessive, royal-blooded maniac; the King. .................. "I beg of you, spare the life of my uncle and I'll come with you. As you ordered!" I pleaded, disregarding the ground of snow where I knelt becoming stained by the stream of my tears. "Elizabeth, no! Please, I beg you, Hide!" "I'm sorry, uncle," I uttered, trying to look at the poor man, brutally restricted, hopelessly struggling to get his ties out. But surrendering is all I could offer to save him. My gaze shifted and landed on the monster in front of me. "Take me wherever you want, my king. Just please, leave my uncle be." He knelt in front of me and wiped my tears using his hands. "At last, you showed. I'll take you home, to our home. Hush." I felt the dark presence of the King as he emitted those words that became my prison. It numbed my heart from the vast and all too powerful realization that he wasn't going to take me home, he was forcing me to leave it.