She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: "P-please..." she begs, her voice trembling. I smirk. "You like this, don't you? The way my fingers own you... greedy little thing, I bet you wish it was my cock instead." She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

~𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 × 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯~ "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation and hopelessness. His response was a callous, almost flippant remark: "You know the answer." With a careless flick of his wrist, he discarded the cigarette, grinding it beneath his shoe with a ruthless efficiency that seemed to mirror his treatment of me. As our eyes met, I felt a jolt of fear run through me. His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Marry me, and I will spare every human life in this place," he growled, his words dripping with a sinister intent. He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with an unholy passion. "Or else, watch them die, and you will still be mine." The sheer ruthlessness of his words left me breathless, my eyes widening in horror and shock. I had never encountered a person as merciless and calculating as him. He had crossed every boundary, shattered every limit, and yet, he showed no remorse, no regret. In his own twisted worldview, he was willing to burn the entire world to ashes, just to make me his. The realization sent a chill coursing through my veins, leaving me frozen in terror, unsure of what lay ahead Ayesha~ "I love someone else" Ruslan~ "your love for some fucker can't be compared to my infinite obsession for you" 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬‼️ •𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 × 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 (𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 × 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧) •𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 •𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 •𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 •𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 •𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. "Do you have any idea what I'd do if you left me, Elara?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. I didn't answer. I knew better. He let out a dark chuckle, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. His gaze was wild-obsessed. Unhinged. "I'd hunt you. Drag you back. Chain you to my bed if I had to." His lips ghosted over mine, almost gentle. "And the worst part? You'd still be mine. Willingly or not." My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see fear. I am not weak or stupid. I won't run like the others. I will wait. Play the game. And when the time came-I will make him bleed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Elara Carter was never one to be afraid. Strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and independent, she had always fought her battles alone. But when she returned to her old school after years, she never expected to step right back into the grasp of the one person she should have stayed far away from. Luca Moretti. Once, he was the boy who made her smile-the boy with warmth in his eyes and mischief in his heart. Now, he is a man carved from ice and cruelty, a man whose name alone sends chills down spines. The heir to the most feared criminal empire. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously obsessive. And for some reason, he has set his sights on her. Trapped in a world of madness and power, Elara must decide-fight for her freedom or surrender to the monster who wants nothing more than to own her completely. Because in Luca's world, love isn't soft. It's dangerous, consuming, and utterly inescapable.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. In the heart of a chilling underworld, two powerful and ruthless brothers reign with an iron grip. Bound by a sinister bond, their obsession fixates on a single woman, a possession they'll stop at nothing to claim. As the lines between desire and danger blur, the depths of their twisted infatuation plunge into darkness, promising a tale of thrilling suspense and tumultuous passion. Will she succumb to their desires, or will she find a way to break free from the grip of their malevolent love? ... Not for persons under the age of 18!!! You have been double warned. Slow updates!!

By Kiki .L She met him before she even knew his name. It was supposed to be just another night-scrubbing tables, dodging sleazy comments, and surviving the greasy hellhole she worked at to pay for law school. But when she approached the table of seven silent men, cloaked in wealth and something far colder, she felt it-that shift in the air, like a predator had just gone still. "We're closing in 34 minutes," she snapped, exhausted and done pretending. One of them stared. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. Just watched her like he could tear her apart and piece her back together in ways she'd never recover from. Mikhail Volkov hadn't spoken since he was a child. He didn't need to. His silence was legendary. His cruelty, worse. He ruled from the shadows-Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva, a ghost draped in blood and billions, with an empire stretching from Moscow to New York and Boston bowing at his feet. No one dared cross him. No one walked away after seeing him for who he really was. But she did. She saw something she wasn't meant to. A gun. A body. And him-eyes dead, jaw clenched, waiting. She ran. He followed. And from that night on, her life was no longer her own. PG16 | Dark Romance | Bratva Mafia | Billionaire x Law Student | Obsession | Possession | Violence | Power | Mystery | South African Heroine | Psychological Tension | Silent Alpha | Trigger Warnings Apply First BOOK OF THE : HIS SERIES

Amina, fed up with her cheating boyfriend decides to move out and be independent for once in her lavish life, but there's one problem. She lives in a rundown apartment complex with thin walls and a criminal next door neighbor. If you're not into themes of stockholm syndrome, and overall extremely red flag men, DNR

"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth. Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. "I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-" Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead. I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times. "Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies? NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

"𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵" "No?" he questioned as her eyes flew open and she nodded. "It wasn't an option baby" he whispered as he placed a kiss on her thin neck, making her shiver and clutch onto his suit "When I say something you do it" "N-No" her answer wavered and his grip on her jaw tightened. He noticed a small adhesive bandage on her neck from when the knife dug at her skin yesterday. His thumb caressed the spot as her heartbeat quickened "See" his eyes met hers "I didn't even touch you yesterday, but you already have a bruise. What do you think will happen when I finally make you mine?" She gulped hard but refused to give up to a person who was practically a stranger to her "I'm not yours" she breathed out. "Again, not an option baby" ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ Abigor Hayes, the mafia feared by nations. He was known for committing every single crime that the world has known, but never getting caught for it. Being the current head of the powerful Hayes family, no one could even touch him. What happens when the Mafia King attends the annual ball and meets Aria Leighton, a woman with unearthly beauty and magic in her fingers? He now wanted what he shouldn't have, but are things really as simple as Aria makes them seem to be?