Monster Relationships

Condemned to a labyrinth of nightmares, I was meant to die. But he had other plans. And now? Now, I don’t know if I want to escape... or be ruined forever. Erynn I hit the ground hard. Chains bite into my wrists, the damp stink of the labyrinth thick in my lungs. They say no one leaves this place alive. But death isn’t what stalks me in the dark. It’s him. Korrath. A monster carved from rage and ruin, with claws that could tear me apart and eyes that burn like molten gold. He doesn’t want me dead. No, that would be too easy. He wants me on my knees. Helpless. His. But I am not weak....

Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. Maybe I can make my own movie. The film will be the story of my life. No, not my life, but of this experience. I'll call it what the lady who is the prosecutor called me: Monster.

Deckhand by trade. Multiverse linchpin by fate. Nathan Davidson thought the toughest part of his new deckhand job would be sunburned tourists and endless towels. He was wrong. A shimmering door, a staffer with cat-eyes, and whispered tales of hidden realms show him the Oceanic Majesty isn’t just a cruise ship but a gateway to other worlds—and his mysterious past may be the key to it all. This series contains unconventional relationships with multiple women.

She survived shipwreck and pirates, but can she survive the monster who claims her? Selena I wake up drowning, saltwater choking me, my world crashing down in flames and waves. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end—captured by a savage orc pirate, Gothrak, whose tusks promise pain and dark pleasure. Every defiance I throw at him ignites his hunger. I despise him, yet my traitorous body aches for the brutal way he claims me. I must escape, but something deep and twisted inside me doesn’t want to leave him. Gothrak She fights like a beast, curses like a sailor, and fucks like a dream. ...

He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

A haunted manor. A deadly secret. A vampire who should be her enemy. Charlotte Marlowe has spent her career fighting the guilty. She’s not afraid of the darkness—until she inherits Blackthorn Manor. Hidden within its walls are more than just ghosts. A seductive yet cursed vampire with centuries of secrets. A power in her blood she never knew existed. And horrifying entities contained beneath the manor that are… waiting and wanting. Now, Charlotte must navigate a dangerous new world where witches, vampires, ghosts and ancient magic collide. But the greatest danger of all? The ...

Highly topical, morally wise, honest to the core, Monsters is certain to incite a conversation about whether and how we can separate artists from their art.

She went looking for forbidden power. Now she’s leaking for the god she accidentally bound to her soul. Lina I’m the Voss heiress, primped and programmed for control. But all of that shattered the second I stepped into The Abyss. The moment I saw him. Varnok. Horned, towering, ancient and dark as sin. I didn’t mean to summon him. I just wanted to feel something real. But he saw me. Claimed me. Marked me with a sigil that burns through my chest and throbs between my legs. I hate how much I ache. How fast I leak. And how badly I want him to keep pushing. Varnok They thought they could ...

She stepped into their world as a choice, but now she belongs to the darkness they awaken. Nova Entering Velvet Horns as their sugarbaby was thrilling, seductive, and reckless. Now, I’m caught between two powerful minotaurs—Kieron, dominating and intense, and Thorne, dangerously playful. They control my pleasure, ignite forbidden desires, and push my boundaries to breaking. Yet beneath the decadence lies danger, secrets, and a growing darkness that threatens to claim us all. I'm theirs, bound by lust and power, but can I trust them with my heart—or my life? Kieron Nova Quinn is ...

I hacked the wrong network. Now they say I belong to them. Elise Kane is a desperate hacker with one last shot at survival. When she breaks into the Minos Syndicate’s private servers, she thinks it’s just data. A way to pay off her debts and disappear. But within minutes, her system collapses. Her name is flagged. Her door is kicked in. They don’t just catch her. They claim her. Rorik is the leader. Talon is the fire. Varkis is the game. Together, they offer her protection, resources, survival. But the price isn’t freedom. It’s obedience. 🖤 Minotaur Mafia Captivity Romance 💥...

Conflict is a natural part of any intimate relationship. Yet most couples either avoid it or try to smooth over their differences. This often results in at least one partner compromising their integrity—and stunting their own growth. Monsters in Love challenges the idea that conflict between partners is unhealthy or something to avoid. Instead, it encourages both people to stand by what they need and who they are—but to do so with compassion rather than competitiveness or vengefulness.

He is not a man. She is not prepared. And what begins as survival becomes something much darker. In the forgotten places of the world—deep within cursed labyrinths, ancient ruins, or alien prisons—monsters wait. They are not myths. Not legends. They are real, powerful, and bound by instincts older than time. When women fall into their domains, it is not rescue they find. It is possession. Control. Obsession. Each story follows a captive heroine and the beast who claims her—violent, primal creatures who protect what is theirs and destroy anything that threatens it. Survival is not ...

He bought me, chained me, but nothing prepared me for the beast who now claims me. Zivra They sold me as a prize to the highest bidder—Korvax, a minotaur warlord with a savage reputation. He’s monstrous, relentless, and intent on breaking me. Yet each brutal touch ignites desires I never knew existed. My mind screams for freedom, but my traitorous heart yearns to surrender completely to the beast whose darkness matches my own. Korvax She’s mine by right of purchase, a beautiful, defiant treasure I intend to tame. Zivra fights me at every turn, her fiery resistance fueling my obsession...

I was sold to a warlord. But I won’t break. And I won’t kneel. Zara My father sold me like cattle. His price? Safe passage and a temporary alliance with Ragnar the Sandreaver—a warlord as brutal as he is merciless. They expect me to bow, to accept my fate. But they don’t know me. I don’t kneel. I don’t submit. And I sure as hell won’t belong to him. But Ragnar doesn’t take disobedience lightly. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He takes. And every time I defy him, he seems to enjoy it more. I should fear him. I should hate him. And yet, when he looks at me with those ...

He was supposed to be her enemy—but fate bound her to the beast she vowed to hate. Zaravia I thought I was prepared for anything when they chained me inside the labyrinth as tribute. Then I saw Kryon, massive and terrifying, his eyes burning with primal hunger. Every instinct screams for me to run, to escape his monstrous strength, yet I'm drawn to him, helpless against the brutal dominance in his gaze. He claims I'm his mate, but I'll never surrender—even if my traitorous body begs otherwise. Kryon She’s fierce, defiant, and utterly mine from the first moment I scent her. Zaravia ...

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting - he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth.

Caleb Carr has had special relationships with cats since he was a young boy in a turbulent household, famously peopled by the founding members of the Beat Generation, where his steadiest companions were the adopted cats that lived with him both in the city and the country. As an adult, he has had many close feline companions, with relationships that have outlasted most of his human ones. But only after building a three-story home in rural, upstate New York did he enter into the most extraordinary of all of his cat pairings: Masha, a Siberian Forest cat who had been abandoned as a kitten.

She sold out her rebellion—and got claimed by the monsters who were never supposed to want her. Sera I betrayed everything I once believed in to buy my freedom. I thought delivering secrets to the shadow-lord of Obsidian Reach would make me powerful. Instead, I got marked—body and soul—by two monstrous minotaurs. Varek is brutal, dominant, and made of fire and fury. Miloch is cursed, quiet, and sees deeper than anyone ever has. They don’t just want control. They want me. And the more I resist, the tighter they pull. I thought I was a spy playing a game. Now I’m the prize—and I ...

She was sold into captivity on a prison planet. He was the monster waiting in the dark—and her only protection from everything worse. Nia trusted the wrong people and paid the price—betrayed, drugged, and dropped into Vakaris, a brutal prison planet where “protective custody” means being handed over to something inhuman. Caged with a towering hybrid warden named Thane, she expects violence. What she doesn’t expect is the hunger in his eyes… or the way her body answers it. Every touch from him is a challenge, a warning, and a temptation. She tells herself she’ll escape, even as...

She was hunted, exiled, and broken—until the forest marked her for two monsters who refuse to let her go. Wren I ran to survive, not to be claimed. But the Hollow had other plans. Now I’m branded with a mark I don’t understand and trapped between two minotaurs—Garron, the scarred war-leader with a voice like thunder, and Rhevik, the wild-eyed predator who circles me like prey. They say I belong to the Hollow. They say I belong to them. But I’ve never bowed before anyone—and I’m not starting now. Even if their touch ruins me. Even if part of me craves the chaos. Garron She’s ...