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.

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

Romero, struggling to push through the day to day life of his world: court bills, money, family, money, the past, money, his own mind, and more money. Carmen has been pushing to become a lawyer her whole life; wanting to be taken seriously in a field dominated by men is not easy though, and if putting up a front to be taken seriously is what it takes, then so be it. A certain struggle comes with feeling as though you have to act a certain way versus who you really are. Except a sensitive heart of gold can't be hidden behind a brick wall forever. Two people, walking across the same tight trope on opposite ends, trying not to fall. One going against the law and one trying to be the law. One born with a silver spoon and one suffering from the abrasions of life. Both trying to survive in worlds not made for them. Except everything in this world overlaps; bridges connecting different lives and stories. It's just a matter of realizing you're not too different from the person on the other side of that bridge. Highest ranks: #1 in poorboy #1 in latino #1 in feminism #1 in rich girl #1 in law #1 in fictional characters #2 in girlxboy #3 in teen romance #1 in first love #10 in cute #10 in academia #7 in Top 10 in U.S. ('24)

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

♛COMPLETE Dark Billionaire Romance♛ "He bathes in blood and diamonds. If only I knew it was my blood he was hunting for." Souline Arden is an intellectual, always calculating the precise decisions that will benefit her future. After graduating university at the top of her class, she applies for the personal assistant position at Lodge Industries, eager to develop some business insight. But at first glance, she realizes that her cold and calculating boss is anything but merciful. Daniel Lodge has a plan, one he is determined to execute regardless of its sacrifices. That is how he was, ruthless, cunning, emotionless. A monster, one that doesn't hide in the dark. She wasn't supposed to enter his life, she was supposed to stay away. But he's found her, and he has no plans to let her go. When you have as much money as Daniel Lodge, you don't play by the rules, you make them. And from the moment Souline saw him, she knew there was no escape. He made her his, and set out to break her. After all, Daniel Lodge always gets what he wants, even if that meant blackmailing Souline into marriage. And revenge is a twisted game, one he will forever regret. But their marriage was doomed from the start. Why? Because it was all a lie. ••• Deep In His Soul is a twist of Beauty and The Beast. It is a dark, forced marriage story intended for mature, adult audiences as it contains dark and explicit content.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

[BOOK ONE] [Completed] [Voted #1 Best Action Story in the 2019 Fiction Awards] Liam Luciano is one of the most feared men in all the world. At the young age of 18, he inherited the family name. 10 years later, the Luciano name is well known for its roll in the Mafia; along with two other families: The Costello's and The Corinelli's. But when a 21 year old is put on all three of the families radar, Luciano steps in the way, doing something he had never done before. Protect her. Through their own series of trials and tribulations, they learn how to love and how to trust. But most importantly, they learn that blood does not define family. - © 2015 taintedkissesxo * cover by thelucianoseries on instagram *

!!! SECOND BOOK OF THE CROW AND THE CROWN SERIES !!! !!! WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS !!! • • • • • • • Fallon Crow -now Fallon Aeden Ravia- will have to adjust to her new life. Her life in Aeden as queen and wife to Raze Aeden. Their traumatizing past keeps haunting them, their biggest enemies yet- themselves - are making things even harder. Will they forget about the past? Or will they be buried underneath it? Because love can't concur all... Or can it? Expect the unexpected. As villains from the past and new ones will try to crawl their way into the minds of our little Ravian group of royals. ( forever rebels at heart) #85 sun #71 warriors #95 rebel • Multiple POV's • Word count: ongoing • Book 2 out of 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I need you to promise me something." "Anything." I instantly say, glancing down at her. Fallon looks up at me, a doubtful expression on her face. "If somehow, someway he manages to find me. Raze, if he gets me, I want you to promise me you'll-" "Don't. Don't finish that sentence." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I spy with my little eye something beginning with B." B? What the fuck is he saying? "You need to follow the rules, sugar lips. You need to guess. Out loud." "You fucking motherfucker!" I curse at the screen as if he can hear me. "Such a dirty mouth for a pretty girl." I try to focus on what he's filming but it's too dark. All I see is the ground, it seems wet and even a little red. Like dried blood. Blood.... The B is for fucking blood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fallon Crow, a strong-headed powerful assassin, who wants revenge. Also known as the bastard child of a lord. Raze Aeden, the king of a country he never wanted, a general, a fighter. Also known as a selfish son of a bitch. What happens when these two are forced into a marriage? Well you'll have to read to know but I can spoil one thing; knives will be drawn and blood will be shed. Not to mention, all the demons from their past coming back to haunt them... #4 steamy #6 dark #9 enemies #10 rebel #10 warriors #25 fantasy-romance #28 royalty #103 young adult #298 romance #575 teen fiction • Multiple POV's • Word count: 314 552 - w/o bonus chapters • Book 1 out of 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We are fighting for way longer than ten minutes and my guards are nowhere to be found. I peek around, even double-checking to maybe see them but I can't see anyone. "Waiting for someone?" She smiles. Of course. "You. You sly arrogant-" "Shh. Don't be rude to your fiancée." "You won't be my fiancée for much longer." The smirk on her face is infuriating. I press the dagger against her throat until I draw blood. She does the same and at this rate, we'll both die instead of just one of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Touch her again and I'll cut your fingers off one by one." The guards laugh but I can see the fear in their eyes. They know once I'm out of this, I'm coming for all of them. I'm going to kill them. One by one. Rip them apart, piece by fucking piece No one can touch her and live long enough to tell the tale. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~