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Mio Possession. "Owned by Obsession"

"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.
KIM_ANGEL · 21.3k Views

The Love of Imperatrix

***This is the BOOK 1 under the FAKE DATING SERIES!*** SECOND NAME OF THIS BOOK IS: Match Made In Vengeance. {COMPLETED} (Currently under editing) __________________ COPYRIGHT NOTICE: @ All Rights Reserved. No portion of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored, transmitted, adapted, translated, or distributed in any form or by any means, including but not limited to electronic, digital, or online media, without the prior written consent of the author. Unauthorized use, duplication, or dissemination of any part of this work will constitute a violation of copyright law and may result in legal action. ___________________ BLURB: ___________________ He’s the last man she’d ever fake date. She’s the chaos he didn’t know he’d crave. In a world ruled by ambition, and carefully curated reputations—love became the most dangerous clause of all. Danica Clarke doesn’t play by anyone’s rules—except her own. She is a storm in stilettos—flawless, ferocious, and utterly untouchable. The one who eats boardroom sharks for breakfast and signs multimillion-dollar deals before her morning espresso cools. She built her empire from blood, grit, and brilliance Love to her? It is for weak-hearted and daydreamers—not for women with empires to build. Alfred Brown is a walking contradiction to Danica: Infuriatingly charming, disarmingly kind and with a smile that could melt the ice in her veins, and a soul so golden that it's almost blinding. He’s everything she mocks—and everything she secretly aches for. A romantic in a world of cynics. A whisper of poetry to her hard-edged pragmatism. A devil in disguise—wrapped in calm, cloaked in confidence, and fitted in a billion-dollar suit that hides sins she can’t stop imagining. When a fake dating scheme throws them together, sparks aren't just flying—they’re catching fire. Every glance is a tease, every touch a dare, every lie they tell the world only deepens the truth brewing between them. The heat simmers. The tension snaps and suddenly, lines get crossed—in the boardroom, in the bedroom, and in the space between wanting and needing. Because sometimes, the last person you’d ever fall for…is the one who makes you fall the hardest ____________________________ Author's Note: Hey lovely readers! First of all, THANK YOU for choosing this story. I’m beyond excited to share Danica and Alfred’s wild, fiery, emotional journey with you. Yes, English isn't my first language, and some early chapters might be a little rough around the edges—but please hang in there! The heart of the story is what matters, and I promise you—it gets juicier, funnier, and deeper as you go. Follow me on Instagram for updates & behind-the-scenes fun: @quillfame_29 DISCLAIMER: THE IMAGES IN THE COVER AND THE IDEA IS TAKEN FROM THE PINTEREST, AND IT BELONGS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR. THE COVER PAGE WAS THEN MODIEFIED USING ONLINE TOOLS.
Devanshi_Rathod · 362.8k Views

The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback

The night that was supposed to be the peak of my life became the night I lost everything. My step-sister Rose stole my achievements. My fiancé chose her over me. My father handed over the company I built with my own hands… to her. And when I finally walked away, broken and exhausted, Karl followed me home—drunk, furious, and ready to destroy what little I had left. One blow to the head was all it took to end Jenna Harvour. At least, that’s what the world was meant to believe. I didn’t die. I woke up drugged, half-conscious, and listening to people decide how to “dispose” of me. I heard Rose’s voice ordering my death to be written off as suicide. I heard doctors bargaining over my body. And when I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I was greeted by a stranger’s face and a new name forced onto me: Jenna Lorance. They buried my old identity. They held a funeral with my name on it. And I was expected to disappear quietly into this new life they created. But the world doesn’t get rid of me that easily. My unexpected lifeline comes in the form of Damian Black—the heir to the largest mafia syndicate and the last person I ever thought would notice me. He shouldn’t care about a woman like me… yet he’s the only one who looks at me as if he can sense the truth beneath my new skin. Revenge is easy. Escaping him is not. Because once a man like Damian decides you’re his, he doesn’t let go—not even if the whole world believes you’re already dead. _________ Re-upload because I needed to fix first 6 chapters [Warning: Mature Context, R18+]
Holy_mackrel · 31.3k Views