Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ ""Show me that wet pussy," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl dripping with dominance and raw lust, every word dripping with hunger. The heat in his words wrapped around me like a vise, making my skin flush and my breath hitch. I spread my legs wider, every nerve ending screaming for him. He leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, the scent of him intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he whispered, "Such a good girl." I bit down hard on my trembling lips, my body aching, desperate for his touch...

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

He wants to love her loudly. She's scared to believe she deserves it. Some love isn't light. Some love is felt in the bones. This is The Weight of Love.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

"Fucking hell, Angel. Don't look at me like that." Anthony urges, holding the side of her neck with his hand. With tinted cheeks, Estella blushed before looking at him in confusion. "Huh?" She asks, not understanding what he meant. Sighing, Anthony sighed under his breath at her not understanding. That look in her blue and green eyes was driving him crazy. "Like you love me, angel. I won't be able to take it." -- The Alpha King lost his mate at a young age, his happiness and full sense of living being taken away. His angel was gone, dead. But what if she suddenly showed up after years? After 14 years of being imprisoned, Estella manages to escape the captivity she had been kept in for almost her entire life. But there was a problem, she hadn't been human in years, stuck in a wolfs body. In almost all aspects she was a rouge. What will Anthony do when discovering his mate was truly alive, but wasn't quite like how she was before? -- ⚠️WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS ⚠️ -mentions of self harm -violence -sexual scenes (Duh, its me lmao) -mentions of past abuse -death -mentions death of a child Keep yourself safe my dudes, whether it's reading or out. If any of these topics may trigger you, don't be afraid to say no to reading this or another book. Love you all my dudes! #1 slightaction 11/10/22 # darling 1/15/24

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

Victoria Petrov appears to lead a perfect life as the wife of billionaire artist Vladimir Petrov, celebrated on social media for their glamorous lifestyle. Vladimir is not only known for loving his wife, he is a celebrated philanthropist whose changed and saved multiple people's lives However, behind the facade, Victoria is trapped in Vladimir's obsessive control. Only she sees his dark side while the rest of the world experiences the best of him. As his troubling past unravels and family secrets emerge, Victoria discovers the true cost of being her husband's muse. ------- Disclaimer: This book is not for the fainthearted. It touches heavily on mental, emotional, physical, and physiological abuse. Please be cautioned.