Shakespeare With Skull

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

Dear Diary, The night before my wedding, I found my fiancé Silas having sex with my stepsister Bridget. On the bed we were supposed to share. Yeah. My bed. Humiliated. Shattered. Betrayed by blood and by vow. I should’ve walked away, but Bridget had other plans. One shove cracked my skull and sent me to an early death. Only, death wasn’t the end. I woke up eight months earlier. Same liars. Same snakes. But this time, I’m not the girl who walks away—I’m the storm that burns everything down. Silas? He can rot. I won’t be marrying him. No, I’ll be marrying Adrian Richardson—billionaire, ruthless playboy, and Bridget’s precious ex. He’s rich, lethal, and so intoxicating it’s dangerous. The kind of man who ruins you with silk sheets at night and a smirk in a three-piece suit by day. But here’s the twist: I’m not the sweet little fool they remember. I won't be his toy. Luckily for me i do know how to fake a smile, kiss like a queen yet when I choose a target I make sure I destroy them whole. What started as revenge has turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Because in this game of lust, power, and betrayal—everyone has something to lose. And me? I’ll burn the whole damn world before I lose again. This isn’t your average billionaire romance. It’s fast, filthy, and addictive. The kind of story that keeps you awake at 3 a.m., whispering, just one more chapter.

"Beg for it," Zane murmured, pressing his fingers into Asher's jaw painfully until the omega parted his lips with a whimper. "Please let me suck your cock.” Asher pleaded, eyes wet with tears as he eyed Zane’s fat, leaking rod like it was his most prized possession. ````` HE WAS BORN TO INHERIT AN EMPIRE... UNTIL ONE SINGLE MISTAKE COST HIM EVERYTHING! Heir to an empire with a last name that opens every door, Asher West was powerful. An Alpha bred to be dominant, Asher takes what he wants and never looks back. But for all his arrogance, Asher had two weaknesses. His taste for danger…and his blistering, malignant, and seething HATRED for his half-brother, Zane West. And that hatred was the key to his downfall. Now stripped of his status, his pride, and his biology, Asher finds himself trapped in an Omega’s body, in a world that only worships the strength of an Alpha. And worse, the man holding the leash is none other than the one he hated the most. His half-brother, now his master. Zane West. He was the bastard no one wanted. After a decade of being abused and bullied by Asher West, ignored by the West Clan, there was no mercy or humanity left in Zane’s gaze, only the promise of ownership. And the slow, patient destruction of the golden prince who once ruled him. Zane doesn’t want love. Or even forgiveness. He wants to own Asher, furrow deep into his skull until his entire existence revolves around pleasing him, Zane West. But there’s a problem…Asher won’t go down without a fight, and Zane…at his core was still an Alpha whose primal instinct is to protect his Omega. Who will end up taming whom?

"Silvia Ironwolf, for your crime of murder, you will be forever banished from the Packs," Omega Rovit intoned. Another humiliation. To have my fate read out to me by the lowliest member of the Ironwolf Pack while all the others turned their backs. Rovit was loving it. He had worshipped Jedan. He leaned forward, his face close to mine, his spit landing on my face, "And if you ever return to the Wildlands," he finished, "You will be torn limb from limb, your remains fed to the vultures." If my hands had not been bound by the leather mitts, shackled together with silver, I would have ripped his sneering face from his skull and fed that to the vultures. My nails scraped against the soft leather interior of the mitts. My iron nails. The pack guardsmen blunted many tools before giving up on removing the iron from my fingertips. The iron was part of me now. They said that Jedan was barely recognizable when they found him. They said that the iron was a curse that had been bred out of the pack centuries ago. They said that it was my curse that killed Jedan, future Alpha of Firewolf. It was Jedan's inability to understand 'No' that killed him. Now I will be punished. Banished forever from my pack, from the Wildlands. From my love, Vuko. The brother of the man I have slain. * Four years later and the Wildlands packs face a grave threat to their existence. Vuko, the reluctant Alpha of Firewolf, believes they need Silvia if they have any chance of survival. *He* needs Silvia. Will Vuko find Silvia? Will Silvia forgive the packs for the injustice done to her? Is she truly cursed? Are Vuko and Silvia destined for each other?

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

“Open your legs… open it wide!” He whispered seductively into my burning ears, at the same time using his other hand to hold me tightly to the bed. “Never … you beast… let me gooooo please Craig… please…” I switched from snarling at him to begging at once, he parted my frail naked leg and without warning plunged deep into me,I hated myself for being so weak. His thrust into my inner thigh was fast and merciless, “you belong to me Kim… get that into your skull!” He kept repeating to me, I couldn't say anything other than cry and wail, I was shattered and broken. Always thought I would have my first intimate moment with the person I love but here I am, under the sexy, handsome and most influential wealthy businessman in the whole of France, but I didn’t want it like this, he’s as well a cruel and cold man “You are my legal wife, now Kim! You can’t escape from me, If you won’t agree to come to me willingly then I will take you forcefully … i’m the fucking CRAIG LIONEL! He barked into my ear, even as he kept thrusting into me. My elder brother sold me to him and forced me to stay with him due to my little sister health condition, but still he broke his promise of taking her to hospital and abandoned our little sister to die, took the very large money and ran away, leaving me in the mercy of the formidable Craig Lionel, my new master and owner. How will Craig and Kimberly's love story end? Is there a happy ending for them? What about the secret, lies and various enemies who would do anything to keep them apart?.

Knox advanced slowly toward her as she pressed herself against the wall. He seized her hair, and yánked it forcefully which caused her head to snap back. At the same time, he snaked his hand underneath her skirt, and palmed her mound possessively through her panties. “This is mine…ours,” he said, staring at Killian, his twin brother who gave a curt nod. Zena glared at him and her eyes welled up with angry tèars. However, she remained silent. "I can practically see the anger burning inside you," Knox smirked, unfazed. His grip tightened páinfully, causing her to whîmper…as tears streamed down her cheeks. "That's it, Zena, let your tears flow. Let the ráge consume you, knowing that the man you despîse is about to take control of your body, and there's nothing you can do to stop it," he táunted. Zena felt a powerful urge to spit at the ruthléss Alpha who had taken everything from her. But, it took every ounce of her self-control she had to resist. “I hate you so much," she hissed, her words drippîng with vènom. Knox leaned closer, his cheeks touching hers, “I know,” he whispered, "Don’t ever stop." . . . The Skull Rogues have never relented when it came to attacking The Blue Moon Kingdom—and they were not going to stop until they had successful killed alpha Knox and alpha Kylian, the twin alpha princes. However, things take a drastic shift when Zena, the leader of the Rogues, is captured and delivered into the hands of her enemies. And the twin alpha princes were hell–bent on exacting their revenge upon her in a hundred–fold. But fate had other plans in store for them.

Warning: Contains matured scenes. "Get your filthy hands off my mate" A voice thundered dragging a girl to himself. "I'm not your mate"she shrieked hitting off his hands. "You are mine alone and no one else would have you" Jayden the school's well known bully and an unrepentant playboy shrieked at her and she frowned, anger seething through her. "Point of correction, I would never be yours so get that into your thick stupid skull". "Get away from me for I have a boyfriend who awaits me" Rhoda yelled at him pushing him off and walking away from his sight. * * * Jayden, The Darkmoon pack soon to be Alpha. "Handsome, Rich,Powerful and An unrepentant playboy who sleeps with whoever he wants without been rejected suddenly got rejected by Rhoda the only daughter of the Moonstone pack's beta. Furious of been rejected, Jayden resulted in bullying Rhoda thinking she would succumb and run to him but he got it all wrong as Rhoda was strong headed and refused to be affected by his bullies. She ignored him and bare whatever thing he does to her as long as he never saw her panties. Rhoda's world crumbled the day she finally turned 18 and discovered that her boyfriend Luca who had been with her ever since she was 8 wasn't her mate, rather it was Jayden whom she dreaded. Jayden was grateful as the strong headed girl would finally melt in his hands. But was Luca who rejected his mate a year ago for his girlfriend ever going to allow Jayden have what was his? Would Rhoda ever accept Jayden as her mate? Would Jayden be letting her go just because she refused? Read on to find out in this fantastic novel.