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MEET THE LATEST DARK ROMANCE YOU CAN’T PUT DOWN… OBSESSION, CONTROL, AND THE DANGER OF WANTING MORE THAN YOU SHOULD. CAN YOU HANDLE THE SHADOWS? "I want a man who knows no limits. Someone whose love is a cage, and my freedom a memory. I want him to haunt me, consume me, and make me beg for it." Lyra Vane’s life is about to change forever. The 24-year-old daughter of a reclusive tech billionaire, she’s always been a woman who thrives in the light. But when anonymous threats start to invade her peaceful world, her father hires the best protection money can buy. Silas Creed—an ex-...

THEY DON’T JUST WATCH. THEY WAIT FOR YOU TO STEP CLOSER. After one brutal leak destroys her reputation, Tessa Warren abandons the city for her late aunt’s remote, ivy-draped house in Maple Hollow. She’s come for obscurity. For quiet. For a life no one can touch. But quiet doesn’t mean safe. Something moves in the attic. A figure in a black mask stands at the tree line, patient and unshaken. And a locked trunk in the attic holds the truth: her aunt once belonged to a hidden order where anonymity is power, ritual is law, and every woman must make her choice. He never speaks. He never ...

THE DARK ROMANCE THAT WILL BREAK YOU IN ALL THE RIGHT WAYS... FORBIDDEN. OBSESSIVE. DANGEROUSLY PERSONAL. HOW DO YOU FIGHT A PULL THAT FEELS LIKE IT WAS WRITTEN IN YOUR BONES? “I want the kind of love that wrecks me. The kind that strips away the girl I’ve been trained to be—and leaves only the woman I am when he puts his hands on me. I want his jealousy. I want his fury. I want him to look at me like I’m his sin to guard—and his secret to burn.” Some scars don’t show on the skin. Some are etched into the soul—by the one person you were never supposed to crave. Ariane Vale ...

I woke up with a number on my chest and a death sentence humming in the walls. Kill or be killed. Only one walks free. It should have been my brother. He promised me that much—his voice steady, his grip bruising, swearing he’d die before he let anyone touch me. He lied. He sold me. In the concrete dorm under buzzing lights, in the fake town with plastic fruit, in the carnival of rusted rides and painted smiles, survival isn’t about morals—it’s about who owns you. And the most terrifying man in the Game has decided I’m his. They call him a monster in whispers. The one who never ...

They woke up behind mirrors. No door. No escape. No mercy. She was supposed to go home after the party. Instead, she woke in a cell—stripped of her clothes, her choices, her name. And he was there too. Dean. Her brother’s best friend. Her secret obsession. Now her only ally in hell. Their captor watches everything. Commands their obedience. Punishes defiance with agony. And rewards shame with silence. In this place, pain is structure. Fear is intimacy. And humiliation is the language of survival. Forced to strip. To kneel. To touch. Every refusal has a cost—every submission, a deeper ...

CONOCE EL ÚLTIMO ROMANCE OSCURO QUE NO PODRÁS SOLTAR… OBSESIÓN, CONTROL Y EL PELIGRO DE DESEAR MÁS DE LO QUE DEBERÍAS. ¿PUEDES ENFRENTAR LAS SOMBRAS? “Quiero un hombre sin límites. Alguien cuyo amor sea una jaula y mi libertad un recuerdo. Quiero que me persiga, me consuma y me haga suplicar por él.” La vida de Lyra Vane está a punto de cambiar para siempre. Hija de 24 años de un multimillonario tecnológico solitario, siempre ha sido una mujer que brilla en la luz. Pero cuando amenazas anónimas comienzan a invadir su mundo tranquilo, su padre contrata la mejor protección ...

SOME WOUNDS SCAR THE BODY. OTHERS REWRITE THE SOUL. When Isla Maren walks away from Boston, she isn’t chasing peace—she’s escaping a man who taught her to mistake control for care. The lake town of Silver Birch was supposed to be quiet. Anonymous. Safe. But the past doesn’t stay buried under snow. Not when the cabin waiting for her isn’t empty. Three men from her old life—Levi, Ronan, and Teo—are already there. The ones who once made her laugh until she couldn’t breathe. The ones she left without a word. The ones who remember who she used to be. Now they see the cracks Ethan...

He was exiled by the Church. She was worshipped as a saint. Now they may be the end of everything. Once a priest, Gabriel Bellamy now rules the shadows beneath a ruined cathedral—an underground fight club where the damned bleed to feel alive. Here, violence is penance. Blood is confession. Redemption comes one broken bone at a time. But salvation was never meant to be clean. Then Izzy Montgomery walks into his sanctum like a prophecy in human skin. She’s not just fleeing a cult—she was its holy weapon, chosen to ignite the end times. Haunted by visions and hunted by zealots, Izzy ...

THEY WEREN’T INVITED. THE STORM LET THEM IN. When a family ambush turns her favorite holiday into a battleground, attorney Samantha Thorne flees Seattle for a cedar-scented cabin on Lake Washington. She wants silence—until three masked strangers arrive with a letter from her best friend and a promise she doesn’t trust: We’re here so you don’t have to be alone. Roads flood. Power flickers. And Samantha is trapped by a storm—and an unexpected kind of mercy. Hunter. Forager. Reaper. No names, only archetypes and patience. No demands, only choices. In the firelight, over cedar-...

SOME OBSESSIONS DON’T HIDE IN THE SHADOWS. THEY STEP INTO THE LIGHT. DESIRE. SURVEILLANCE. DEVOTION. WELCOME TO THE VELVET HOUR. "I’m not afraid of the man who watches me. I’m afraid of the part of me that likes it." Ashley Rayne came to the city with one plan: dance at The Velvet Hour, save enough to open her own salon, and get out. She doesn’t do love. She doesn’t do danger she can’t control. Then she meets him. The man in the mask. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t touch. Only watches. And tips in amounts that could change her life. One night, he offers her a fortune to take off ...

SOME SECRETS STAY BURIED. OTHERS KICK DOWN YOUR DOOR. LOVE. OBSESSION. SURVEILLANCE. WELCOME TO THE GLASS HOUSE. "I don’t want a man who keeps me safe. I want the one who knows exactly how to break me—and still chooses not to." Julie Avery doesn’t make friends. She doesn’t go on dates. She keeps her routines tight, her cameras hidden, and her secrets locked behind encrypted files and steel-reinforced doors. Until someone leaves a message outside her apartment. He’s out. Victor—her past, her nightmare, the monster no court could cage. Suddenly, the Glass House—her fortress of ...

SOME VOICES ARE MEANT TO EXPOSE MONSTERS. OTHERS ARE MEANT TO LURE THEM IN. Lillian Marlowe has built her empire on whispers in the dark. As a true-crime podcaster with a cult following, her voice unearths cold cases and drags predators into the light. But when distorted recordings land in her inbox—heartbeats, chains, a voice too close to hers—Lillian realizes she’s no longer the hunter. She’s the prey. And he’s already listening. George Holt is a ghost with blood on his hands and monsters in his past. He’s been in the static all along—trailing her steps, studying her voice, ...

I was a professor who taught women to name their shadows—right up until someone weaponized mine. One lecture. One hacked feed. My private research poured through the speakers along with the sound of my own undoing. They fired me, filmed me, made me a punch line with a doctorate. Then a will, a key, a cliffside house: Whisper House. Veiled mirrors. Hidden corridors. Cameras that blink like eyes. And three men who wear masks like sacraments. They don’t ask what I want. They make me confront the answers I’ve buried: Control isn’t safety. Shame is a cage I built myself. Fear can be a ...

Mi sono svegliata con un numero sul petto e una condanna a morte che vibrava tra le pareti. Uccidere o essere uccisa. Solo uno uscirà libero. Avrebbe dovuto essere mio fratello. Me lo aveva promesso – la voce ferma, la stretta che lasciava lividi, giurando che sarebbe morto prima di lasciare che qualcuno mi toccasse. Ha mentito. Mi ha venduta. Nel dormitorio di cemento sotto le luci ronzanti, nella città finta con la frutta di plastica, nel luna park di giostre arrugginite e sorrisi dipinti, sopravvivere non ha niente a che fare con la morale: conta solo chi ti possiede. E l'uomo più ...

Si sono svegliati dietro gli specchi. Nessuna porta. Nessun scampo. Nessuna pietà. Avrebbe dovuto tornare a casa dopo la festa. Invece si è risvegliata in una cella: nuda, privata di scelte, del suo stesso nome. E c’era anche lui. Dean. Il migliore amico di suo fratello. La sua ossessione segreta. Ora il suo unico alleato all’inferno. Il loro carceriere osserva tutto. Impone obbedienza. Punisce la ribellione con il dolore. Premia la vergogna con il silenzio. Qui il dolore è struttura. La paura è intimità. L’umiliazione è la lingua della sopravvivenza. Costretti a spogliarsi. A ...

Ils se sont réveillés derrière des miroirs. Aucune porte. Aucune issue. Aucune pitié. Elle aurait dû rentrer chez elle après la fête. À la place, elle s’est réveillée dans une cellule — nue, dépouillée de ses choix, de son nom. Et il était là, lui aussi. Dean. Le meilleur ami de son frère. Son obsession secrète. Désormais son seul allié en enfer. Leur geôlier voit tout. Exige l’obéissance. Punit la moindre révolte par la souffrance. Récompense la honte par le silence. Ici, la douleur est l’ordre. La peur est l’intimité. L’humiliation est la langue de la ...

SCOPRI IL NUOVO DARK ROMANCE CHE NON RIUSCIRAI A SMETTERE DI LEGGERE…OSSESSIONE, CONTROLLO E IL PERICOLO DI DESIDERARE QUALCOSA PIÙ DI QUANTO DOVRESTI. PUOI SOPPORTARE LE OMBRE? "Voglio un uomo che non conosca limiti. Qualcuno il cui amore sia una gabbia, e la mia libertà solo un ricordo. Voglio che mi perseguiti, mi consumi e mi faccia implorare per questo." La vita di Lyra Vane sta per cambiare per sempre. Figlia ventiquattrenne di un miliardario della tecnologia schivo e solitario, è sempre stata una donna che fiorisce nella luce. Ma quando minacce anonime iniziano a invadere il suo...

SOME OBSESSIONS ARE BORN IN THE DARK. OTHERS ARE FORGED THERE. Sienna Crowe only wanted control. A new promotion. A better body. A place to rebuild herself one rep at a time. Iron Haven was supposed to be just a gym—discipline, not danger. Then she met him. Kael Ward. Trainer. Enigma. Predator disguised as salvation. His touch corrects. His voice commands. And his eyes promise that once he’s finished shaping her body, he’ll reshape the rest of her too. But Kael doesn’t believe in coincidence. He believes in patterns—how she moves, where she lives, who she smiles at. Every step ...

Todo lo que se hace por amor, se hace más allá del bien y del mal. Friedrich Nietzsche En la época victoriana, la competencia científica era brutal. Todos ansiaban alcanzar la gloria, el descubrimiento que cambiase la humanidad. Pero algunos llevaban sus ambiciones demasiado lejos... El proyecto Prometheus era prueba de ello. Franz Cooper, forjado bajo el fuego de Prometheus, era considerado un demonio por la sociedad. No se sometía a las reglas morales, él comandaba su vida bajo sus propios principios y se coronaba rey de las sombras. Sus heridas físicas y psicológicas lo hacían ...

Je me suis réveillée avec un numéro sur la poitrine et une condamnation à mort qui vibrait dans les murs. Tuer ou être tuée. Une seule sortira d’ici libre. Ça aurait dû être mon frère. Il me l’avait promis – sa voix calme, sa poigne qui laissait des marques, jurant qu’il mourrait avant de laisser quelqu’un me toucher. Il a menti. Il m’a vendue. Dans le dortoir de béton sous les néons qui grésillent, dans la fausse ville aux fruits en plastique, dans le carnaval de manèges rouillés et de sourires peints, survivre n’a rien à voir avec la morale : tout dépend de ...