Morallyblack Histoires

Inside the walls of Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital, one patient refuses to play by the rules. Her name is Serenity Mae Winslet. She's brilliant, at least, that's what she tells herself. But no matter how sharp her mind is, no one listens. No one believes her. And worst of all, someone is always watching. Her new therapist isn't like the others. He doesn't flinch at her games, doesn't rise to her provocations. He's cold, calculating, and far too perceptive. No matter how hard she pushes, he never loses control. But control is something she can't afford to lose. With every session, the walls seem to close in, and the line between patient and predator begins to blur. If she wants to escape, she'll have to outthink the man who already knows all her secrets. The question is.... can she?

Two best friends who were reading a fantàsy book at night ends becoming a part of it, now they have to survive the changes, while Danica is the childish girl takes over the body of evil and arrogant princess, her best friend Aria ends up being saved by the Villain's beast bond and ends up marrying him.

Rafael stepped even closer, his presence almost suffocating now. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I froze. The gesture was so out of place, so unnervingly intimate, that it sent a shiver down my spine. "You don't get it, do you?" he said softly, his tone almost mocking. "This isn't about your job. This is about you. About keeping you safe. About making sure no one...oversteps." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as his words settled in the air between us. "Safe?" I managed to say, my voice shaky despite my efforts to keep it steady. "From what? From whom?" Torren pushed off the desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he came to stand beside Rafael. The two of them were a wall of intensity, their dark suits blending into the shadows of the room. "From people who don't know their place," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "From people who don't realize what's off-limits." I felt my blood boil at the implication, at the sheer arrogance of their words. "Off-limits?" I snapped, stepping back to put some distance between us. "I'm not some object you can claim. I can talk to whoever I want. Dance with whoever I want. None of this-" I gestured around the room, my frustration bubbling over. "-gives you the right to control me." Rafael tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "You're right," he said again, his tone unnervingly calm. "We don't have the right to control you. But that doesn't mean we won't protect what's ours." My breath hitched at the weight of his words, at the way his gaze bore into me as if he could see every corner of my soul. I hated how my heart raced, how part of me felt trapped and another part wanted to fight back. #3 - morally grey #8 - forbidden romance

22 year old Karla Paris spent years longing to know the identity of her biological father. A secret her mother kept hidden from her, for reasons she would never divulge. But the truth will out. Karla discovers her father is non other than infamously perverse murderer 'The Guildford Wolf' - Craig Nelson Now adjusting to life on parole, she hunts him down. Eager to meet him. But with Craig unaware of his relation to her, how does he respond to the curvaceous young short stack?

"She was mine before the world taught her how to bleed." There are loves that ruin you- slow, sweet poison that sinks into your bones and makes a home in your ribs. And then there is Aghor Vyomdev Rathore. His love is not gentle. It is not kind. It is a claim written in blood, a vow carved into flesh. Once, he let her slip through his fingers- Eshaira Vyanika Sen, the girl with midnight skin and wildfire defiance, the only soul who ever looked at him and did not flinch. But fate is cruel, and the world is brutal, and those who dared to take her from him learned one truth too late: Aghor does not lose. Not twice. Now, she is back in his grasp- broken, furious, and still so devastatingly his. His family wants her gone. Her family wants her dead. And the world? The world has already made the mistake of touching what belongs to him. Let them try it again. --- Dark. Possessive. Unapologetically twisted. This is not a love story. This is an obsession.