Pumpkin Pounder

To celebrate Halloween, our company booked an immersive “rural horror” escape room. My boss said whoever could make it to the end without screaming would get a ten-thousand-dollar reward. As a seasoned horror movie fan, I was instantly tempted. The core character in the escape room was a scarecrow wearing an oversized pumpkin head. I admired how well the props were made, but the chainsaw noise was too loud, so I slipped into a hidden compartment, put on my headphones, and scrolled through reels. The next day, I woke up to a strong metallic stench mixed with the sickly-sweet smell of rotting pumpkin. The police told me our boss had canceled the booking at the last minute, and the actor originally assigned to play the character had gotten food poisoning. That pumpkin-headed figure wasn’t one of their staff.

I was the fat girl, the nerd who everyone bullied just for the fun of it. They even nicknamed me 'the ugly duckling.' They threw things at me, hurled insults at me and laughed at me. My parents choose my sister over me every time. My crush, Ashton Hill even humiliated me in front of the whole school. But I rose above it. I turned the pain into purpose—the humiliation into power. Now, the ball is in my court and I am about to make the game as hard as it can get for every single person who ever tainted me. Especially Ashton Hill! Everyone was about to know what regret meant because I would make sure to teach them a lesson they never forget!

He’s the NHL’s most violent beast. And to save his multi-million dollar career, I have to let him lock the cage. I used to manage billionaires, tech tycoons, and corporate sociopaths. But after a toxic ex destroyed my life and left me in crippling debt, I traded my high-powered PR career for the quiet sanctuary of a piano teacher. I thought I was safe.Then came the Tigers. And then came Logan McAllister.He’s six-foot-five of raw, unhinged athletic dominance. A superstar goalie with a violent temper that just left a hotel elevator in ruins. He’s one strike away from a lifetime ban, and the team is offering to wipe my entire debt portfolio if I can rehabilitate his monstrous public image for six months.I thought I could handle him. I was wrong.From the second I step into his world, Logan doesn't want a publicist. He wants total submission. To him, I’m just a fragile little mouse trapped in his territory.Behind closed doors, the boundaries blur.I want to run. I want to escape the terrifying, breathless rush that spikes in my veins whenever he crowds me against the wall. There is no way out. Logan doesn't care about the league's rules. He only cares about his crease. And he’s already decided that my body, my breath, and my future belong to him. Warning: This is an extreme, high-spice, dark sports romance featuring an unhinged, ultra-possessive alpha hero and heavy bully themes. It contains dubcon/non-con elements, public humiliation, birth control tampering, and breeding themes. There is minimal grovel—the beast stays a beast. Read at your own discretion.

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?

A particularly dark tale. Not for the faint of heart. He was the all-powerful Magistrate Mathis. The man that accused the witches and then found them guilty in the dungeons of WitchFall Fortress. I had feared ever being one of them, but not enough to be dissuaded from figuring out why he didn't seem to be what he was. So I followed him into the woods one day and discovered the one secret he was willing to wreak havoc to keep. The secret he'd make me pay for ever knowing. And if he couldn't have me on my terms, well he was certainly powerful enough to find a way, wasn't he? The most horrible kind of way... Barely understanding what was happening, I soon found myself in the worst place I could possibly be. Under his complete control...

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I’d been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I’d ‘borrowed’? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He’d help me out. No one could be safer to ask…