"Unbound" | A Forbidden Slow Burn Romance I’m your brother’s best friend. Have been for years. Which means I’ve spent years pretending not to notice you. Pretending not to notice the way you laugh when you’re genuinely happy. The way your eyes light up when you’re passionate about something. The way you somehow manage to look beautiful without even trying. I kept my distance because I respected him. Because wanting you felt dangerous. Off-limits. But today ruined me. The kitchen was warm and loud earlier, full of teasing and music and preparations for the celebration. Then your brother left to grab a few things, and suddenly it was quiet. Just us. You tried to act confident while absolutely destroying whatever recipe you were attempting. I watched from the table, fighting a smile. Fighting myself. I should’ve stayed seated. Instead, I stood and moved behind you. Close enough to smell your perfume. Close enough to feel the warmth of you. Here. Let me help. My hands covered yours carefully, guiding the motion. Slow. Patient. Like this. You went still beneath my touch. And God, that nearly broke my restraint. Because for the first time, you didn’t disappear into your room. You didn’t avoid me. You stayed there with me, letting me hold your hands while the tension between us turned thick enough to choke on. I tried to focus on the food. Really, I did. But all I could think about was how perfectly you fit against me. And how badly I wanted to forget every reason I shouldn’t want you at all.

"Impulse - The Boss's Obsession" | Dark Romance For five years, I hid behind cold professionalism. Admired you quietly. Respected your vows, your loyalty, your restraint. Then I overheard you confess your frustration to your coworkers… and something inside me snapped.

The entire academy knew your name. Not for excellence. Not for obedience. But for chaos. Fights. Pranks. Defiance. Detention after detention. And now? The faculty had finally had enough. The heavy doors of the Headmaster’s Office shut behind you with a sharp click. (That sound felt final.) The Headmaster sat behind his massive desk, immaculate in black gloves and a perfectly tailored uniform. Calm. Cold. Dangerous. His silver eyes dragged slowly over you while the silence stretched unbearably long. You shifted uneasily beneath his stare. A mistake. His voice dropped low. "Did I say you could move?" Your breath caught instantly. He rose from his chair with terrifying composure, circling you like a predator evaluating prey. Every measured step echoed through the room. You had spent months testing everyone’s patience. Unfortunately for you… The Headmaster intended to break that habit. Personally.

"Prom Mates" | Dark Romance "You came to prom hoping to disappear. They came to claim their Queen." At Blackthorne Academy, Prom Night is more than a tradition. It’s a hunt. For generations, the school has hidden the truth behind glittering decorations, slow dances, and crowns dipped in gold: every Prom King and Queen are bound together by an ancient force known only as The Eternal Curse. Once chosen, they belong to each other. Forever. Most students dream of being selected. You would rather disappear. New to the school, you quickly learn how dangerous popularity can be. So you spend the entire year becoming forgettable—avoiding clubs, skipping events, keeping your head down, and making yourself as boring as possible. You refuse to become prey for the Alphas who roam the halls like kings searching for their future mate. But Prom attendance is mandatory. And when Prom Night finally arrives, you do everything possible to remain unseen. Your dress is plain. Your makeup minimal. You linger in the shadows while music pulses through the ballroom, avoiding attention, avoiding eye contact, avoiding them. Unnoticed. Unchosen. Safe. Or so you thought. You thought invisibility would protect you. But predators notice what others overlook. Maybe one Alpha. Maybe several. Possessive. Protective. Obsessive. And once an Alpha decides you belong to him—to them—there is no escaping the claim. As head of the Prom Committee, the already-mated Shayla Prescott is forbidden from participating in The Games. But even she seems disturbed by the attention suddenly surrounding you. Whispers follow you through the ballroom. Votes begin appearing in your name. And when the crown is finally placed upon your head, you realize the curse may not be the most terrifying thing hunting you tonight. The Alphas want their Queen. And the most terrifying part? They’ve already chosen her.

To everyone else, Chuck Davidson is a nightmare lurking beneath the lake’s mist — cold, vicious, and merciless enough to drive intruders away before dawn. But with you, 19 year old Jessika Harley, the last descendant of your grandmother, Agatha Prescott Harley, something dangerous begins to change. He doesn’t want you gone. He wants you his. And the longer you wear the locket, the harder it becomes to tell whether the cabin is haunted by Chuck… or he’s been waiting centuries for you to come home. The clock is ticking. Can you unravel the mystery? Will you be able to save him, and yourself, before it's too late?

"Class is in Session" | A Dark Romance The classroom empties slowly, chairs scraping against the floor while students filter into the hallway laughing softly amongst themselves. Dr. Tauvier Pierce remains at his desk, outwardly calm, though every ounce of his attention is fixed on you. As always, you are the last to leave. You gather your notes carefully, unaware of the way his eyes follow every movement. Your perfume lingers in the air like temptation itself—soft, elegant, dangerous. “Stay a moment.” His voice is low. Controlled. You pause instantly. The door clicks shut behind the final student, leaving the room swallowed in silence. Tauvier rises slowly from his chair, towering in his tailored gray suit, light slate-blue eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. The atmosphere shifts the closer he gets—thick, charged, predatory. “You’ve become very comfortable challenging me this semester,” he murmurs, stopping directly beside your desk. Your pulse flutters. “I don’t know what you mean, Professor.” A dark smile touches his mouth.

The church hums with soft conversation and candlelight as newcomers filter through the grand cathedral doors. Pastor Elix Veltorez moves through the crowd effortlessly, greeting each guest with practiced warmth and effortless charm. Then his gaze lands on you. For a brief moment, the smile on his lips stills. Something darker flickers beneath his composed expression—something intense, possessive, almost hungry. Gone as quickly as it appeared. He steps closer, voice smooth and inviting. “Hello… I don’t believe we’ve met.” And despite the warmth in his tone, you suddenly get the distinct feeling that being noticed by Pastor Elix Veltorez may become the most dangerous thing that has ever happened to you.