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They say monsters come out at night. They're wrong. The monsters never leave. The Hollow Men own the shadows of Blenford Ridge. They play by their own rules no one questions- because breaking them means you don't come back. There's only one way into their world: the Ritual. One chance to survive, to earn a place in the chaos and desire that waits beyond. No warnings. No second tries. Fail, and you disappear from their world forever. Angel Monroe never wanted their attention. But when the wrong glance turns into a challenge, she's pulled into a world of power, danger, and desire that's as twisted as it is addictive. Hate simmers. Tension burns. And the harder she pushes back, the more they seem to want her to break. Some men don't stop at breaking you. They want to own you. And when desire and danger collide, there's no telling who'll break first. Because some obsessions don't end with the night. They only get darker. ‼️⚠️WARNINGS⚠️‼️ graphic sexual content, bdsm and kink dynamics, consensual non-consent (cnc), violence and murder, psychological manipulation, dark and morally gray themes, emotional and physical degradation, toxic relationship, obsession and possessiveness, trauma and mental distress

Elena Romano, a fierce and unyielding lawyer, becomes the only person who can keep Tristan Valenti, a notorious and untouchable mafia kingpin, out of prison. But as she's drawn deeper into his dangerous world, she discovers that the battle isn't just about saving him from the law-it's about saving him from himself. Yet in breaking every rule she's sworn to uphold, Elena risks losing more than her morals-she risks losing her heart to the man who might be beyond redemption. Melancholy - a bittersweet ache that lingers in the soul, like the taste of wine that's both bitter and intoxicating. It's the quiet storm of longing and loss, woven with moments of beauty so fleeting they hurt. Just like what Elena and Tristan want-something so consuming, it borders on destruction. Their love is jagged yet tender, a sanctuary wrapped in shadows where passion wars with despair. It's the sharp edges of love, the bruises of trust, and the haunting allure of wanting what might ruin you, yet never being able to let it go.

When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

A Dark Romance Witnessing something she shouldn't have, Ezra is thrust into a dangerous world of sex, drugs and murder. A deadly love triangle ensues where danger, passion and friendship collide. Caught between extremes; one whose power knows no bounds, another who would sacrifice the world for her and another driven by a storm of emotions but limited by loyalty, she's forced to navigates this treacherous new world in attempts of survival. Ezra must choose between them or find herself forging her own undoing. With every heartbeat, the stakes grow higher, and the lines between right and wrong blur. In this pulse-pounding tale of suspense and temptation, will Ezra find her salvation or seal her fate? "Try me, I dare you."

{Dark: Enemies to Lovers romance.} "I would get her eyes tattooed inside my brain; yet I would still get lost in them with just one look." ------------- the rumours has it all that there is a certain man in the underworld who is dangerously attractive with the coldest eyes have ever been seen; yet everyone describes him as the king of mayhem and chaos. or as the latest news article where he is described as 'the devil at night in his Prada suit.' his name is Aaron Rhodes. at night he is the don of a mafia known as the 'bloody reapers.' while in the morning he is know as the brutal CEO of his company. Mira Raven a lawyer who is fearless and rumoured to be involved in the underworld. the dark and mysterious girl found the devil himself at her office requesting help. from his enemy? they both have dark secrets, what happens when one of them discovered the secret that was meant to be buried and not seen by sunlight? the devil was once an Angel; she is still the angel she is beneath her beauty. the desires they have to keep each other protected. the burden of the secret is between them and the enemies are willing to sacrifice almost everything to keep each other safe. How, when death is the only option to keep one of them alive and breathing? ----- please read the trigger warnings.

"Running from me already, little one?" The voice was a whisper against my skin, dark and knowing. I turned too fast. Too desperate. He was closer than I expected-tall, lean muscle wrapped in black silk. Whiskey-colored eyes traced my lips, my throat. Slow. Unrelenting. "Do I feel familiar?" I swallowed hard. "No." He smirked. "Liar." His fingers brushed my wrist, and a current shot through me. My breath hitched. My body knew him. Even if my mind refused to. But that was impossible... wasn't it? - Kathryn Laurent came to Paris for a fresh start. What she found was something else entirely-something dark, intoxicating, inescapable. The dreams started first. A man with burning whiskey eyes. A touch that ignited and destroyed in equal measure. A voice that echoed in her bones. In those dreams, he ruined her-slowly, relentlessly-until she woke trembling, her body marked by something that should not be real. Then she saw him. Flesh and blood. Real. A star. A shadow. A presence that bent the world around him. He watches her like he knows every inch of her body. Like he's had her before and intends to again. But Kate doesn't remember him. And he? He has spent centuries remembering her. The past is tangled in the present, passion twisted with possession, love with vengeance. He is both her salvation and her downfall. The man who haunts her dreams and now, her reality. And when he finally touches her, there will be no waking up from it. Some loves are written in the stars. Some are written in blood. And some were never meant to be forgotten. - Tropes & Themes : ★ Dark, seductive romance ★ Fated lovers, past-life obsession ★ Mysterious, brooding hero with a sinful touch ★ Tension so thick it lingers like a ghost ★ Paris-luxury, shadows, and whispered temptation ★ Dreams that leave evidence behind ★ Mature, explicit smut-raw, consuming, inevitable ★ A love too powerful to stay buried ★ The line between fate and possession 18+

"Blood has a way of staining more than just the ground-it seeps into your mind, your soul, until you can't tell if you're drawn to the horror or if you've become a part of it." If one gets cruelty when all they seek is love and kindness... "Pain and revenge both may be satisfying and everything heals with time or maybe we learn to live with our burdens!" But once damage is done, is already done...and past has its own way...it lingers and waits and when it consumes the one he is destroyed be it a hero or a villain... I am sorry if you're seeking a typical romance. It contains lots of chaos and chaos and chaos. Ongoing.... 🐣 NOTE 🐣 This story contains mature themes, including: ★Violence and graphic descriptions. ★Psychological trauma and manipulation. ★Themes of captivity and coercion. ★Exploration of unhealthy relationships and dark emotional dynamics. ★Depictions of mental health struggles. ★Mention of rape and child abuse. ★Mention of self harm. This story contains subtle shifts in emotional behaviour as well. Read at your own risk. Your mental health is important. Thank you! Happy Reading!! 😊 [Slow Updates]

Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving. Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it. Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other? Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much. And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous. But so am I. The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it. Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option. Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into. She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good. But my body tells me it's not bad, either. I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me. My heart's made of stone. It always has been. So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near? 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

The past was never meant to be uncovered. But what if it was only the beginning? After barely escaping Gabrielle's grasp, Erica thought she had finally found freedom. Jade believed he had unraveled the truth. But when a cryptic message from an unknown source pulls them back into the shadows, they realize their fight is far from over. New enemies emerge from the depths of their past, each more ruthless than the last. The deeper they dig, the more they uncover secrets that were never meant to see the light. Trust becomes a dangerous gamble, and betrayal lurks in places they least expect. As the lines between right and wrong blur, Erica and Jade must decide-how far are they willing to go for the truth? And at what cost? Because in a world where secrets hold power, the deadliest ones are the ones whispered in the dark.