Sinister Monster Name Novels & Stories

“Greedy little thing,” His fingers tugged and I moaned shamelessly. “Your pleasure and pain are mine to give.” … Sold at a supernatural auction with no memories and a battered body, Ember is claimed by the most feared monster alive, Azai Rankai, the Blood Alpha. He believes Ember betrayed him once and he intends to make her pay. Trapped in his home, humiliated before his pack, and bound by a mate bond that burns hotter than hatred, Ember fights him at every turn… even as her body betrays her, pulling her toward the very monster who owns her. But when Ember is condemned to die, forbidden magic awakens within her, granting her visions of a future soaked in blood. To survive, they must trust each other. To stop the future, Ember must remember the past. And when the truth finally emerges, the line between vengeance and devotion shatters. …. TW: Contains dark themes. This is not vanilla romance. You have been warned. If dark romance is your guilty pleasure, by all means… Dive in.

I thought he was my soulmate. I was wrong. On our one-year anniversary, Matthew didn't give me a ring. He gave me to a monster. To pay off a debt he couldn't afford, he sold me to the king of the underworld: Romeo Rossi. In one night, I lost everything. My boyfriend was a liar, my home was burned to the ground, and I became a prisoner in a cold, golden mansion. Romeo is a man who takes what he wants. He is ruthless, dangerous, and now... he owns me. But as Matthew’s lies start to fall apart, I realize that being "stolen" might be the only way to survive. Romeo isn't just my captor, he is the only one who can help me get my revenge. The innocent girl Matthew sold is gone. In her place is a woman who is ready to fight. Matthew sold me to a monster to save his own life, but he made a huge mistake. Because now, the monster is on my side.

In a world where death and destruction rule , In a world full of lies and broken promises A child was born . She had a smile as bright as the sun And a heart as pure as the light . But hard times came upon her And they have transformed her , Into the monster everyone believes her to be . Since she's pure no more Everyone just calls her The Queen of the Half-breeds .

Snow fell deeply in love with Angel, and later found out that he might be the monster who murdered her parents in cold blood. However, a vow she made to him stopped her from killing him the first time. However, after a years had passed, they met again, and she's determined to kill him once and for all.

“It is done,” he said softly. “You carry my mark now. The Devil’s mark. You are bound to me….by the moon, by the curse, by choice. Your body belongs to me. You will have no say in what I do to you whether you want it or not. I will use you for as long as I want, in any way I want. You have given me the right to own you completely, to take you, to make or break you and make you mine until you can't even remember what it feels like to be free.” ****** They took everything from Elara Veyra. Her father. Her dignity. Branded wolf-less, betrayed by the man she loved, and cast out by the pack that once called her their own, she ran into the one place even death fears to enter…..the cursed lands of the Devil Alpha. Draven Nightbane. A name whispered like a prayer and a curse. The monster who slaughtered kings, the beast born of darkness and fury. He should have killed her the moment she crossed his borders. Instead, he looked at her as if he’d been waiting. Now Elara lives in his fortress of shadows, bound to the most feared Alpha in existence. But beneath his cruelty lies a hunger even the Moon Goddess can’t explain…and when his touch awakens something ancient inside her, she begins to realize the truth. She's not wolf-less. She's sealed. And he is the key to unleashing what the Moon goddess herself tried to hide. He thinks she offered herself to him to survive. But when the truth of her bloodline surfaces, he’ll learn that she was never the prey…. She was the prophecy that could destroy him.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it to get even. He wants to make her cry the way he did. He wants her to pay for abandoning their child. But Killian didn't expect to see her like this. He expected a cold, gold-digging queen. Instead, he finds a woman who is bruised, broken, and scared for her life. The hate is still there, but seeing another man lay a hand on her makes his blood boil. Now, a war is starting in the Thorne mansion. Maximilian is a monster who won't let his "property" go. He starts to notice the way Killian looks at his wife, and it makes him even more obsessed and dangerous. Killian came for revenge, but now he has a new rule: If anyone is going to punish Seraphina, it’s going to be him. And he will kill any man who tries to touch what belongs to him.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

"I wonder how long it would take to make her scream," he whispered. But I was certain everyone had heard. The comment snapped something inside me. The fear and the trauma of my parents, the years of being just a companion erupted into a sudden, blinding rage. I whipped around, shoving his hand away and glaring up at him. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I snapped, my voice cracking but loud. Kael’s eyes widened, then darkened with a predatory delight. "Oh," he purred. "The Princess has a backbone after all." "I'd rather die in this dirt than go with a monster like you!" Even i couldn't believe my boldness. Tommy hissed my name, his face pale with horror. Behind Kael, I saw his guards shifting, ready to tear me apart for the insult to their Enforcer. "You aren't going to die today, little one," Kael said, his smile disappearing into something hard and cold. He grabbed my arm in a grip that made me cry out. "But you are coming." ~ In a world where the moon reigns supreme and the night is ruled by Lycans and werewolves, humanity lies shattered beneath their claws. Annabeth is one of the last remnants of a once-vibrant human existence, forced into servitude after the brutal murder of her mother. As she grows up in a pack that sees her as nothing more than a plaything for the alpha’s son, Tommy, she learns to hide her pain behind a mask of fragility. But when the High Lycan enforcer, Kael, arrives for inspection and to impose his will on the pack, Something that could change Annabeth's fate forever happens, which would turn the life she knew around. This is the story of Annabeth, the human admidst beasts and monsters. ~~~~

Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

“ Keep your eyes open for me, princess. I want you to see how this pussy of yours is dripping with just my eyes on you. I want you to watch as I suck on this juicy pussy and I want you to look and never forget the way I am going to fuck you so hard and rough that you’ll no longer feel anything but me inside you. “ This book contains high sexual content and is not for the readers below the age of 18. I had always thought that I had a problem. Not that I could not feel aroused but because I was always horny, my pussy always dripping for the very man I should never think of moaning to, my father’s Cousin, Tristan Desmond. I had many plans for the day, going out and getting drunk in a club since my parents were out of town but none included getting caught touching myself moaning Tristan’s name by the man I should call my uncle. I have always had this crush on him that made me wet and I ended up touching myself to his name. No one had ever gotten me this aroused, this wild the way he did without even knowing. Soon …., I had realized that this was more than just lust. It was Love. I was determined to be with him and I could be as selfish in love as I could get but what I did not know that ……. Tristan Desmond was not just a normal person who was my uncle. He had a dark past, many secrets buried alive. He was a monster who ripped souls out of peoples bodies. He was not a good man but …. I craved him more, and was determined to own his body and … his soul.