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The 10 Steps To Tame The Nerd

Maya Sinclair ruled Crestwood High—rich, beautiful, untouchable. Until the night they ruined her. Her best friend. Her boyfriend. Her father. New Year’s Eve: Vic cheats. Jackie betrays. Her father replaces her. Humiliation burns through her veins, but Maya doesn’t cry. She retaliates. She will not be the girl they destroyed. She will be the girl they fear. She changes everything—clothes, attitude, rules. Boys are games. Hearts are meant to be broken. Then comes Eddie Thompson. The quiet, infuriating, unshakable nerd. The only one who doesn’t fall at her feet. So she makes him her next challenge. 10 Steps to Tame the Nerd. Step 1: Find his weakness. Step 2: Get under his skin. Step 3: Force proximity. Step 4: Make him jealous. Step 5: Push him too far. Step 6: Make him fall. Step 7: Make him beg. Step 8: Make him hers. Step 9: Break him. Step 10: Walk away. But Eddie doesn’t break. He flips the game. The more she plays, the more she loses control. He sees past the act—past the reckless, flirty, untouchable Maya—straight into the shattered girl underneath. And for the first time, she wants to stop pretending. Then Victor Carter snaps. Her ex won’t be forgotten. Won’t be replaced. If he can’t have Maya, no one can. And he will burn her life to the ground to prove it. When Vic raises the gun, Maya finally realizes—this was never about taming Eddie. This was about surviving Vic. A game of obsession, manipulation, and broken hearts. A twisted dance between love, hate, and control. The line between desire and destruction blurs, and everything Maya thought she knew about herself, about Eddie, becomes nothing but a lie. Can love survive the poison of obsession? Can they survive each other?
djimmy_djou · 63.7k Views

Thrown Away by My Husband, Desired by the Devil

Sophia de Santos gave up everything for love. She had thought marrying Alexander Reins would be the start of her forever. Instead, it became her ruin. Because not only was her dreams, her freedom, her future all gone with the wind. Also, on the day she was meant to share the joy of their unborn child, Alexander handed her divorce papers, and with them, the truth that she was nothing more than a placeholder, a shadow of the woman he truly loved. And when fate struck her down, leaving her broken and bleeding, he ran to that woman. Not once did he look back. But death did not take her. Instead, something else found her. In the darkest hour of her life, a stranger appeared, a man with eyes like obsidian fire and a smile that whispered temptation. Xander Nightshade offered her a contract marriage. No strings, no questions. Just salvation in the shape of a deal. Desperate and hollowed by betrayal, Sophia agreed. But Xander Nightshade was no ordinary man. His presence made her skin prickle. His words felt like spells. And his touch? A brand she couldn’t forget. She thought she was running from heartbreak… But she was falling into the arms of something far more dangerous. Because the man who saved her isn’t just powerful. He isn’t just mysterious. He is the devil himself. And he just made her his. Excerpt “You’re trembling,” he said, his hand just hovering next to my cheek, almost close enough to touch. “Are you afraid of me, Sophia?” I wanted to lie. I wanted to say yes, to give him the answer he probably wanted. But when I opened my mouth, the words that came out were softer than I expected, breathless. “No. I’m afraid of how much I’m not.” His eyes locked onto mine, dark and endless, like something dangerous but also... Strangely inviting like moth to flames. There was a twist to his lips, not quite a smile, but something that sent a shiver down my spine. Amusement? No, it was hunger. “You should be,” he said. But then, in that moment, I kissed the devil. And in the morning, I didn’t care anymore if I’d already sold my soul because if this man is fire, I've already been consumed. Burned.
H_Hannie · 22 Views

Her kiss, His curse.

R18+ | Suspense | Thriller | Dark Romance In a world veiled by shadows and secrets, two dangerously powerful souls find themselves bound by more than just fate,they're tangled in a deadly game of seduction, deception, and destruction. Shante Jarret, a seductress forged in fire and vengeance, is no stranger to pain,or power. After surviving the brutal murder of her parents and a childhood tragedy that left scars far deeper than flesh, she rose from the ashes to become the enigmatic leader of a deadly underground society. Her club is no ordinary pleasure house,it’s a lethal fraternity of seductresses and male recruiters trained in the art of manipulation, designed to hunt and take down targets with ruthless precision. Their mission is clear: Hunt. Seduce. Manipulate. Play. Take Down. Targets must fall within three days, or the agent is executed. And one rule is absolute:Never Fall In Love With Your Prey. Shante never failed a mission,she lectures, leads, punishes, and plans with deadly grace. But when the high table gives her a mission she must handle personally,with a full 31 day deadline,everything changes. Her target; Madden Banks;a sadistic, emotionally detached billionaire with eyes like ice and a reputation darker than the stock markets he controls. No one knows what drives him, no one dares to dig too deep. A man of few words, many secrets, and a weakness,Shante entered the picture. *** Excerpt "Hello, I'm Te," Shante purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she extended a manicured hand. Madden's gaze narrowed, his eyes lingering on her face before responding, "Te, as in Tea?" Shante's smile faltered for a moment, her anger simmering just below the surface. But she quickly regained her composure, her voice taking on a husky tone. "No, as in Teeeeee... Short for Shante." Madden's expression remained impassive, his voice curt. "Madden." He turned his attention back to Tyra, dismissing Shante altogether. "I'll be on my way now sissy." He smiled softly. Tyra was about to whine but Shante did the whining instead. "C'mon, it's not so gentlemanly to go without at least taking us on a date." Madden's gaze was fixed on Tyra like she was the only one there and no one said a word. "Later,sis." He winked at Tyra. "What the f..." She scoffed,her eyes flashed with anger, her face burning with indignation,she had never been ignored all her life. That bloody bastard, it's not his fault,not his fau... === "Madd..." Shante hollered as she stormed into his glistening study,her eyes blazing with fury. Madden looked up from his desk, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes and a sarcastic smile on his lips. "...are you fucking running mad,how dare you change my project to baby shark dudu,you have any idea how many nights that took me?" She spat angrily. "Leave my fucking space,get the hell outta my house and I won't be able to irritate you again." He spoke nonchalantly. Shante's anger boiled over, her palms slapping against his desk. "You can ask well bring it on, cause I'm not leaving even if it's burning to ashes..." *** Their dance begins: predator and prey, cat and mouse, master and mistress. But who’s hunting who? As days turn to nights and secrets unravel like bloodied silk, Shante finds herself questioning everything. Madden isn’t just cold...he’s layered,dangerous, seductive in his own controlled way. He awakens a hunger she’s never known. A curiosity. A longing. A weakness. And worst of all...a spark of love. The stakes rise. The rules blur. And the punishment for falling in love… is death. Did she overestimate herself or underestimate him? Will she destroy Madden Banks or will he consume her from the inside out? Will she end up being the prey, rather than the predator? One thing is certain: In this twisted game, the most dangerous threat isn’t the secret they keep...it’s the love they can’t deny.
Fortune_Oke · 24.8k Views

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!
Dy_zamite · 150k Views