FBI forensic profiler Agent Alexandra Darling is known for her unsettling affinity for murderers and their victims. As she joins a task force assigned to capture a notorious duo of killers, her forbidden fascination with the twisted motivations behind their crimes takes a dangerous turn. Delving deep into the darkness, she finds herself entangled in a dangerous game that blurs the lines between hunter and hunted, love and obsession. One that would forever redefine her understanding of desire and the depths of her own soul.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.

A new darkness is seeping into Sterling Falls, and I’ve drawn its ire. When a masked stranger declares he wants our ruin—mine, my brother’s, the whole town’s—I hope he’s bluffing.

Vlad Kuznetsov is a psychopath—a killing machine. Experimented on from a young age by a mad scientist, he cannot feel anything. No pain. No remorse. No regret. His violent episodes make him a danger to society, so he’s learned to live in the shadows. Alone is safer. Alone means control. Until her. Assisi Lastra. The little nun with fire in her eyes. She should fear him—everyone else does. But instead, she stands toe-to-toe with the devil and dares him to feel.

She betrayed him, and now he wants revenge against the sister who became his forbidden obsession the second he laid eyes on her. After she sends him to prison for years, he’s free and ready to haunt her.

Med student Blake Hyland's got it all figured out—or so she thinks. Enter Damon Axton: masked vigilante by night, obsessive stalker by day. He's dangerous, damaged, and can't stay away from Blake. Despite her best efforts, Blake is drawn to Damon's intensity and dark charm. Between his cheesy horror movie quips and her snarky comebacks, she discovers there's more to her "creepy stalker" than meets the eye.

Jax Carter believed in very little, especially God, the suspicious deaths of his parents & the years under the harsh scrutiny of the local church saw to that. Channeling his past traumas, Jax seeks vengeance on any man in town with a tally of sins against his name. Jax is exactly what everyone suspects……an unhinged psycho with a twisted Robin Hood complex. But maybe for her….he could be different.

Welcome to Latibulum Noctis… At the Whitmore estate, the infamous party is more than just an invitation—it’s a test of fate. The guests gather to play a game of hide and seek, where luck and misfortune intertwine in every shadow. When the clock strikes midnight, the true nature of Latibulum Noctis reveals itself. Consumed with a need for answers, Valeria’s mission is clear: uncover the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of her beloved, who vanished many years ago, leaving behind nothing but haunting memories of their past.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

I ran as fast as I could, escaping the monster, escaping my personal hell. I wanted freedom, a ray of precious sunlight, yet all I found was darkness. Pitch black consuming darkness. That's until an opportunity arrived, maybe the most dangerous of them all, but the only one that could save me—The Pleasure Room. Heaven and hell dancing in mesmerizing circles.

I’m in trouble. Deep, deep trouble. I never meant for it to happen, but my ex is dead—and I’m the one who pulled the trigger. Whether he deserved it or not, whether anyone will even miss that jerk, it doesn’t matter. Joey is dead, and I have to figure out what to do before I get caught with a corpse on my hand.

I abided by one rule, and one rule only... Show no mercy. Not to anyone. Not even my closest friends. So, when I was tasked with hunting Emma down and taking her life, it was just another day on the job. I couldn't have been more wrong. She's not like the others. She tangles with me without fear of the devil she might discover. Now, I find myself willing to challenge my darkest demons, or worse, unleash them—all for her. There's just one problem...I don't know if either of us will make it out alive.

From the moment I walked away from my old life and started a new one in the small town of Shadowvale, I learned there were three rules I should follow if I wanted to survive—One: don’t go outside at night alone. Two: don’t ask questions about the obviously haunted house at the far side of town. And three: don’t catch Hunter Reed’s attention. Me? I broke all three almost immediately. The Reeds own Shadowvale. They live in the haunted house, and everyone seems afraid of them

FBI forensic profiler Agent Alexandra Darling is known for her unsettling affinity for murderers and their victims. As she joins a task force assigned to capture a notorious duo of killers, her forbidden fascination with the twisted motivations behind their crimes takes a dangerous turn. Delving deep into the darkness, she finds herself entangled in a dangerous game that blurs the lines between hunter and hunted, love and obsession. One that would forever redefine her understanding of desire and the depths of her own soul.

I'm wanted. On the lam, running from the law and my mistakes. The house tucked into the trees seems safe—an excellent place to hide out. Once inside, I find something unexpected. A nurse that can do more than heal my wounds. But the longer I'm awake, the more reality starts to blur, and I can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. Plagued by ill fantasies and temptation, I try to keep her safe from me. It works until the lines between us also begin to blur.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

I don't fall for women. Women fall for me. I'm Lake Decker, best running back in the league. Former. After a debilitating injury forced me to step back from my budding career, the last thing I thought I'd be doing was drooling at the feet of my stale-looking therapist. But her saucy attitude, strict professionalism, and the occasional shiner have my curiosities piqued.

When you're a teenager, life is usually simple and carefree. You could never imagine the evil that lurks in the shadows, waiting for a chance to steal your innocence. However, for Willow, that evil becomes a stark reality when she's abducted while walking home one night after spending the day with her best friends. For fifteen long years, Willow finds herself in the clutches of a sinister cult, her life dictated by the whims of those who seek to control and manipulate her. At the same moment that she tries to break free, she is finally saved.

Her father promised me life on the legal side if I saved his only daughter. I was her last hope. Something about this rich, spoiled princess captured me from the moment I laid my eyes on her. This green-eyed beauty made me want things I never had. She was untouchable. If I were decent, I’d keep my distance. But God knew I was the worst kind of sinner. She shouldn’t have wanted my touch. Now she was mine.

Ezra Knight is the biggest rockstar to ever walk the planet, but before he belonged to the world, he belonged to me. He was my brother's best friend, my soulmate and protector, and when their band—Demon's Curse—took off, so did he. He was like a roaring tornado, crashing through my world and sweeping me off my feet, and just when I had it all, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself at the hands of a monster. For eight long years, I blamed him for everything that was out of his control. But one phone call changed it all.

Orphaned at birth and living in a small, broken town, one that believes I'm a cursed child. The bringer of bad luck. I tried to escape the stigma, to create something better for myself. It all came crashing down one night and my world shattered. While dealing with the aftermath, an unbelievable opportunity landed in my lap. A scholarship to attend an exclusive university far away. This was my chance to start fresh.

After the stunt my ex pulled, no one would blame me if I swore off men forever, especially one like Mr Jay Anderson, Hollywood’s sexiest heartthrob. Maybe undressing me with his striking blue eyes as I perform the safety demonstration on a flight to LA is normal behaviour for him. Maybe not. But I know one thing for sure, he should come with a warning label. Because once you meet a man like Jay Anderson, there is no going back.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

The rabbit's foot sways in the car, a bad omen that I choose to ignore. Her innocent face and offer for a ride are too tempting. Little does she know that I'm a dangerous man on the run, a sociopath with a thirst for the thrill of the hunt. Selena is my rabbit, and I'm about to ensnare her in my trap. As we speed toward the border, emotions I thought I was incapable of stir within me. What will happen when we reach our destination? Will I let her go, or will I keep her by my side forever? The game has just begun, rabbit.