Scented Doll

[ Warning: It has violence, killings and 18+ erotica theme] Getting into an intimate relationship was not my choice, but when I saw him, I lost myself. Bella Diór was a carefree, young, beautiful, impatient, and playgirl who couldn't open her heart to any man. As the only daughter of Choelob Chairman, her greatest fear was that men pursue her because of her father's wealth. Her insatiable desire was fueled by a string of disappointments in her personal life. Desires included being tied up and used as a rag doll by a dominant man. Bella Diór's wildest fantasies came true in the form of a handsome man, thanks to an unexpected turn of events. Caspar Mcadam, 28 years old, the richest man in the world, met Bella in a nightclub . Young, brilliant, powerful, and with billions in his pockets, he is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, concealing a dark personality reserved solely for bedroom exhortation. This man became Bella Diór's obsession, and she falls head over heels in love with this most dangerous man. Fascinated and tempted by each other's desires, their relationship grew into an obsession. There was also a brutal truth about Bella's relationship with Caspar. To learn more about their enticing temptation, read further.

"I'm not your mate! I reject you! Evil!" He stepped closer like Aeryl was some dangerous animal. One moment, he was across the room. The next, his hand was around her neck, lightly but very threatening, resting her back into the far stone wall. Aeryl gasped, her breath scattering at the sudden, inhuman move. "Careful. You don't know what you're walking into, hybrid," Aramisius hissed, his lips grazing her ear. "You should know your enemies. I am one of them." "What... what do you want from me?" His eyes burned red-silver, unnatural light cutting into her. "All. Of. You." Warning: This book is 18+. There was no escape from him. Aeryl has always known her blood was dangerous. Born a hybrid, she was never fully human, never fully safe. When her father bargains her away to the powerful Lycan Lord, she chooses the only path left. Run and fight. But the night is not merciful. Aramisius rises at midnight: cruel, exquisite, and ancient. And now he has scented her. His mate. His curse-breaker. His obsession. Aeryl may think she can flee, but he does not chase. He hunts. Dragged into his rose-scented castle, Aeryl discovers that the greatest danger is not his cruelty but the way her body responds to him. Her wolf calms in his presence. As rival kings, witches, and shadows close in, Aeryl learns the truth too late: Every kingdom either wants her or fears her and the danger was never Aramisius. It was what would happen if she is taken from him. Can Aeryl find herself and stand against the armies and powers as the world begins to shift? This is not just another werewolf romance. It is dark erotica where bodies are claimed, love is sacrifice, and surrender is the most dangerous ecstasy of all.

“MATE!” “NO!” “I didn’t ask!” “Still No, my mate killed me long ago.” Silence… “You killed your mate?” “No!” “Aw! I got a broken doll! “ The smug bastard grinned. -- Mallory´s life didn’t go as planned, even after she believed her true fairytale had started. Betrayed, beaten, and broken beyond repair, she welcomed death when it finally came. The moon goddess granted her a new life, a choice. She chose to remember. Haunted by her past and trauma, she devoted her life to *unalive* the worse criminals, humans, and shifters. Working for the council, she managed to keep running from her nightmares. Suffocating the pain and panic attacks by escaping into subspace, guided by Mr. Bear’s firm hand. Love is not in Mallory´s world; she doesn’t want it. Don’t deserve it, and the mere thought scare her to the core. Why would two mated males have such care for her? Why would another claim her as his? She doesn’t recognize them as mates—any of them. But that doesn’t seem to scare them away. Reverse harem, BDSM, revenge, trauma, triggers! Torture, human trafficking +++ Not a beautiful romance but a dark romance with lingering trauma.

I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid

Book Two In De Niro Series but can be read as stand-alone. "You're mine, Principessa and soon you'll be my queen."He said in a deep hushed voice while his hands roamed on her back like he owned her as his invaded terrotery. "In your dreams, Alessandro. I am no men's doll."She gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep her surging anger at bay. Despite of putting up a brave front,she knew what could cost her if she went against the infamous De Niros. "Yes, you're no men's doll but mine, you're my wife, Aitana and soon you'll love me with every single cell of your body."He kissed on the corner of her lips and pulled away with a smirk as her body yearned for his touch. Aitana Grayson was no stranger to violence and bloodshed as she was the heiress of powerful American Mafia King, Liam Grayson. She was a forbidden fruit ,out of any man's reach. No one expected that she'd be fallen in the arms of Alessandro De Niro who almost gave up on his quest for true love. He despised the marriage which his brother arranged on the name of Truce but eventually found him falling hard for her .

"You're a little rag doll, aren't you? You want to be tossed around, you want me to use you anyway I see fit. Because you know. . . you fucking know. . . " He thrusts so hard, pain stabs my stomach. "You're my favorite toy." **************************************************************************************** They say bad boys don't fall in love. It's even worse when said bad boy is the head of the LA mafia group. Ash Thunder is a debonair stud with multi billion dollars in his coffers from his many businesses. He's got his sights set on Alicia, a demure Latino with the face of an angel and the body of a stripper. At first, she's just someone to pass time with but he later finds he can't let go off her that easily. He's in pleasure land until someone's death drags him into the murky land of his past. He can't figure out what to do - if moving forward with Alicia will jeopardize hire safety. He tries, he really does try to protect her, but it comes at a steep cost. When someone takes up his identity and leaves a slew of dead bodies, he decides to fess up and find out, once and for all, who stands behind the mask. What he find isn't pretty. It could lead to Alicia’s death, or his. Probably both!

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

Angel Hale has spent her whole life worshipping one man. Vincent Hale. He was the man who adopted her after her parents died in a mysterious cold blooded murder by their enemies. To Angel, Vincent is perfection. His deep voice dampens her panties, his presence makes her knees go weak. She calls him Daddy, not by blood, but by obsession, desire, and the twisted bond she built around him since childhood. But Vincent has a dark secret, one that will turn Angel’s world upside down. Now she is stuck between two daddies. Uncle Daniel who wants to ruin her and Daddy who tells her she is his. Only his. But Angel cannot resist the desire of both men who want to claim her. Can she defy the Daddy she loved so blindly? Or will Daniel pull drag her back into his darkness forever? And even more terrifying… What will Daniel do when someone tries to take his doll away? Even if it’s his best friend. The war between Daddy and Uncle is coming—and Angel is the prize both are willing to spill blood to claim. PLEASE NOTE: This book is an extremely DARK EROTIC romance with HEAVY EXPLICIT scenes, torture, human trafficking. The main characters are the villains you don’t want to cross paths with. Be warned!!!

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

I fell asleep in my fated mate Alpha Zane’s office. When I woke up, a magical seal was branded on my face. “Blackmoon Pack’s Slut.” And there was Dahlia, Zane’s new omega assistant. She held an Alpha’s seal, a taunting smirk on her face. “Why is a porcelain doll like you meddling in pack business?” she sneered. “You should just stay in your castle and be the pretty little trophy you are.” My wolf snarled, ready to crush her with my aura. But just as a vase flew at her head, Zane was suddenly there. He shielded her with his own body, his own Alpha power flaring to meet mine. He scowled at me, his voice tight with fury. “Dahlia was just playing a prank. Don’t be so dramatic.” But my eyes locked on the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck, where she was nestled in his arms. There it was. A fresh bite mark. And it reeked of him. Dahlia let out a contented purr, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “My Alpha knows I never attended the academy, and I was getting so bored. So to entertain me, he let me play with his Alpha’s sigil to practice creating magical marks.” She giggled. “I was just playing a little game with the princess. You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”