When Athena Grey is working at her local bakery someone seems to accidentally leave their baby. She has no other option but to take care of the little bundle of joy left behind. She was with him for only a few hours, little did she know those few hours were going to change her entire life. ----------- "Where is he!" he yelled. The baby started to cry. When the man noticed I was holding the baby he ran up to me and tried to take the little boy. The little boy wouldn't let go. He was attached to my shirt. When the man tried to take him again. The little boy only started to cry again. "What did you do to him!" He asked rudely. I was taken aback, who does he think he is? He's the one who was irresponsible enough to leave a child here, with god knows who. He's lucky I was nice enough to take care of him for the time I did. ------------------------- Started February 11, 2021, finished February 20, 2021 Warning- strong language, smut, talk about mafias and gangs and MAJOR grammar mistakes. Word count: 36,265 Roughly around 2,014 words per chapter

They were everything to each other once - three kids tangled in summer storms, whispered spells, and secrets buried too deep. Then Belle Nott vanished. No warning. No trace. Just silence... and the lie that she was dead. Five years later, she returns to Hogwarts - changed, guarded, and carrying a power even she doesn't understand. But to Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle, she's still Belle. The same girl who used to race them through the manor halls, laugh at the thunder, and hex portraits for fun. Only now, her smile is colder. Her silence is louder. And whatever was done to her in the dark... left marks they can't see. They don't care. She's home. And they'll burn the world before they lose her again.

(verb.) to be afraid of : expect with alarm "she was a storm, sudden; powerful; violent; devastating; and utterly magnificent."

FIRST BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES ♟️❤️‍🔥! ------------------------ Isabella Romano left her parents with nothing but a dream. Years later, she is a famous fashion designer with her own luxury brand in New York. Power. Money. Success. She has it all. What she doesn't know... is that New York is owned by the mafia. And the man who controls it is Matteo Lorenzo Moretti. Their worlds should never collide. But when they do, there is no escape. Because Matteo never loses what belongs to him. And once he sets his eyes on Isabella... she becomes his obsession. ----------- "Dio, Isabella... guarda cosa fai a me." (God, Isabella... look what you're doing to me.) he murmured, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a confession at the same time. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly too tight. He lifted his hand, slow enough that I could've stepped back. I didn't. His fingers brushed my waist. Just barely. A ghost of a touch. But it lit every nerve in my body on fire. I exhaled shakily, my voice barely a whisper. "Matteo..." His jaw flexed. His eyes dropped to my lips. Heat rippled through the space between us. And then - completely undone - he whispered, "Fuck it." Before I even realized he'd moved, his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss hit me like a shock - fierce, hungry, weeks of tension igniting in one impossible explosion. His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me into him as if he'd been holding back a storm and finally let it break loose. ------------ #1 gunfights - 01/22/2026 - 01/25/2026 #1 fashiondesigner 01/25/2026 #1 badboy 01/25/2025

Some flames don't die. They come back hungrier. The night Aurora Bellini disappeared, everything burned. The Vitti family was left bleeding - betrayed by the girl they sheltered, fractured by a love that never should have existed. Trust turned to ash. Loyalty became a liability. And for Angelo Vitti, survival came at a cost far worse than death. He should hate her. And he does. But hatred doesn't erase the memory of her smile. Or the way she softened his world without trying. Or the quiet, devastating hope that the girl he loved wasn't a lie - just a casualty. Angelo buries it. Locks it away. Pretends he's finished. War demands focus, not ghosts. Yet even as blood spills and alliances rot from the inside out, her name still burns beneath his ribs - a weakness he despises and cannot fully extinguish. Back in Russia, Alexandria Serra-Barinov steps into the life that shaped her. A world of violence, loyalty, and fire - where power is claimed, not given, and love does not ask you to be smaller. She stands among those who know her darkness and do not flinch. Those who see her clearly. And she does not break. Whatever softness that once existed is buried deep beneath resolve and rage. Alexandria does not hesitate. She does not look back. She has more to burn. More to ruin. And she will finish what she started. As blood spills across borders and old alliances rot from within, everyone is forced to choose what they're willing to lose. Their power. Their family. Their heart. Because betrayal is never the end of a story. It is the moment everything else begins to bleed. Because betrayal never comes alone. It brings war. It brings ruin. And it always demands payment. Betrayal doesn't end a story. It rewrites it. And in a world built on fire and blood, no one escapes unscathed. And some flames aren't meant to be extinguished - they're meant to burn the world down. "When Everything Burns" is the second book in the "Burned" Series, and cannot be read as a standalone.

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

She was the enemy's daughter. He was the mafia king who swore to destroy him. Aria Moretti's life shatters the moment her father trades her hand in marriage to Raffaele Vitale-the ruthless Don who built an empire on blood, vengeance, and fear. She's meant to be a pawn, a silken offering meant to mend old wounds and forge uneasy alliances. But Rafe doesn't want peace. He wants revenge. And his new wife is a reminder of everything he's lost. Cold, commanding, and untouchable, Rafe makes it clear Aria will never hold his heart. Yet the longer she lives in his gilded cage, the more the lines between hate and hunger blur. Beneath his tattoos and brutal control, she glimpses the man who aches as deeply as he burns. Now she's caught between two worlds: loyalty to the family who betrayed her, and the dangerous man who has become both her torment and her salvation. Passion. Power. Betrayal. In a marriage born of sin, only one question remains- Will love be their ruin...or their redemption?

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰-𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘮𝘢𝘯 - 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 19 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦?

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.