"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Saint Ash, who comes from a family with a history of mental illnesses, isn't surprised when he grows up and quickly realizes that he lacks empathy and morals. After moving to America for a few months to act on these impulses he has felt his entire life, one night when he goes to commit his first murder, he can't bring himself to once he sees the girl with captivating beauty in front of him. So he decides, that if he can't kill her, He'll make her his.

|Heirs - Heirs of Chicago - Book Five| Lily Donnelly finds peace in remaining in the background of her own life. She's good at her job. She's good at being a sister. And that's enough for her. In her wildest dreams, she imagines the perfect Prince Charming for herself. Enter Hunter Dorsey - a somewhat unhinged hitman that works for her family. The world coins him as the deathly "Huntsman," but Lily just calls him her unlikely friend. Little does she know that Hunter's obsession and care for her runs deep as the ocean . TW: Graphic violence, explicit sexual content, alcohol, drug use/overdose (off page mentioned), self-harm (off page mentioned)

|Heirs - Heirs of Chicago x Boston - Book Three| Hazel Donnelly can't stand Noah Murphy, and he feels just as strongly about her. When the heirs of the Chicago and Boston mafia families are forced together on a mission for the good of their alliance, they find themselves giving in to their 'strong' feelings. What happens when one night turns into something more? TW: Graphic violence, explicit sexual content, alcohol, pregnancy, mention of death

|Heirs - Heirs of Boston - Book Two| Mila Carmichael is the heir to the Carmichael family. She's spent her life being the reliable daughter who never breaks the rules. Optimistic and musically brilliant, Mila longs to find her life's purpose. When her life is threatened, her father hires the legendary "beast," Theo Tomlin. Theo is known for his terrifying demeanor as one of the deadliest enforcers. Will Mila be able to warm his cold exterior? TW: Graphic violence, explicit sexual content, drug use, alcohol, mention of death

|Heirs - Heirs of Boston - Book One| Emery Murphy is the eldest daughter of the mafia king of Boston. She's ready to take her place in the family and work alongside her father. Her father hires Emery to work under one of his friends, the charismatic and notorious, Rhys Whelan. Just one problem - Emery has been head over heels for Rhys since the day she met him 5 years ago. With business booming and the tension of the underworld rising, will Emery be able to keep her desires held inside? Does she even want to? Content Warning: This is a dark-romance with heavy violence, sexually explicit material, drug and alcohol use, explicit language, and triggering material. This is for mature audiences only (18+). Please take care of yourselves first and foremost!

Anna's life has the perfect life. Supporting parents who only want the best for her, money and freedom. Anna abuses the freedom she is given and tips her parents over the edge forcing them to send her to King's Academy for the education of troubled teens. Will she be the true brat that she is labelled as or will she suprise her dominant? 🥇sadist 27/03/25🩶 🥇spankings 30/03/25🩶 🥇discipline 30/05/25🩶 🥇bdsm school 29/11/25🩶 *im not good at descriptions so read the book if you want <3*

Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?

Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

"Don't worry, we'll get to the point where you do as I say just because I said it. That's submission, and you're more than capable of it." "I know what submission is, and you are not going to get mine" I shot back, enraged. We stared at each other with hostility for a few seconds. Then he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't, and shifted in his seat. "You'll get a taste of who's in charge, and then we'll see what you have to say for yourself." He patted his lap. "Over my knee." Book TWO of the Westminster Academy series :) *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon*