Fragile
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"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?"
He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.
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Prescription of Possession
"Victor?" she gasped, startled by the sudden force. "Release her!" her father barked, stepping forward. Victor's lips curled into a dark, chilling smile. "Don't come any closer," he said, his voice dripping with menace. His free hand slid to his waist, revealing a knife he pressed against Elena's side. "Unless you want to see her bleed." "Victor!" Elena's voice trembled, a mix of confusion and fear. His grip on her arm was painfully tight. "How easy it is to manipulate you," Victor sneered, pulling her even closer. "Do you know why I chose you, Elena? Because you're so easy to control. So easy to make dance on my fingertips." Her heart shattered at his words, her disbelief etched onto her face. "Victor... you're hurting me." "And I'll hurt you again if I have to," he hissed, his voice cold and void of the warmth it once held. "Did you really believe I changed? That I was capable of being anything more than what I am? I'm the mastermind, Elena. Manipulation is my art. And you? You're my perfect little puppet." Starting: Jan 4 , 2025 End : 1 Feb , 2025Complete
Dark devoted obsession
She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.
𝓑𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝓓𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴
He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.
Taunting the Stalker
He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"Complete
K R Y S A N O V
+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating.
Falling and Breaking
DRAMA. MYSTERY. ROMANCE She became his desires. His need. His only possession. And his lethal obsession. And his obsession become a biggest curse in her life. **** Her denial infuriated him more, his blood boiled in anger. Grabbing her chin up, he made her look at him. Her terrified orbs clashed with his deadly charcoal eyes. ''Please.'' She said clasping her hands around his which was holding her chin. She pleaded him with her teary eyes while his blazing gaze never shifted from her. "You think, your sorry can make everything better like before? Your sorry can't save you from me. Trust me, you can't even imagine what I can do to you. So you should keep your mouth shut and come with me home quietly." He warned and threatened her. And she shakes in fear and helplessness. She just wanted to run away from here and hide somewhere. She doesn't know the man who was standing in front of her right now. He was hurting her, scaring her and behaving like a monster. The man she knows he was different. Hell different from him, his hold was perfect for her fragile body, his voice which was heaven peace for her and his touch which was gentle unlike this. "No... no. I don't want to go anywhere with you... I don't want to be with you anymore." She move her head hysterically and tried to free herself but instead, she get more pain when he tightened his hold on her and dig his fingers on her waist. "You are scaring me," she confessed meekly crying and her breath get uneven. "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't do anything yet and you are already scared of me? Then what will you do when I'll punish you for your betrayal?" The threat hidden in his words causes a shiver down her spine and she feels intimidated. "Just come with me or you will see the worst side of me. " He stated simply. The rage and fury in his eyes made her body start trembling ferociously. *** GENRE : DARK ROMANCE Cover by : @authorzysha ***
The Puppeteer's Hold
His fingers trailed up her arm, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. "You look even more beautiful when you're afraid," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. Nastya gasped, the sensation both terrifying and electrifying. Nikolai's lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her chest, just above her aching nipples. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, each inhalation sending a shiver down her spine. "Tell me," he whispered, his mouth inches from her breast, "do you want me to stop?"Complete
Her mafia Professor
"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.
"Victor?" she gasped, startled by the sudden force. "Release her!" her father barked, stepping forward. Victor's lips curled into a dark, chilling smile. "Don't come any closer," he said, his voice dripping with menace. His free hand slid to his waist, revealing a knife he pressed against Elena's side. "Unless you want to see her bleed." "Victor!" Elena's voice trembled, a mix of confusion and fear. His grip on her arm was painfully tight. "How easy it is to manipulate you," Victor sneered, pulling her even closer. "Do you know why I chose you, Elena? Because you're so easy to control. So easy to make dance on my fingertips." Her heart shattered at his words, her disbelief etched onto her face. "Victor... you're hurting me." "And I'll hurt you again if I have to," he hissed, his voice cold and void of the warmth it once held. "Did you really believe I changed? That I was capable of being anything more than what I am? I'm the mastermind, Elena. Manipulation is my art. And you? You're my perfect little puppet." Starting: Jan 4 , 2025 End : 1 Feb , 2025
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