𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise. Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir... But that wasn't the case for Serenity. On the other hand, she preferred to remain out of it. Therefore, Serenity's name was recognised throughout the world simply as only Serenity, the Mafia Princess who avoided the violent life of crime, instead, spent most of her time with Butterscotch, her ginger cat. Leading up to her second year of college, she sets goals to do nothing but study, try to party a little more, and not get attached to any boys. Because the last thing she wanted was to be heartbroken. Only when heartless and stunningly beautiful Silver Ceraso enters her life, she can't help but watch all of her morals crumble to her feet 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 When Mafia families unite, Serenity and Silver become closer - and so, will Serenity be able to keep her love intact and away from Silver? And will Silver Ceraso allow the beautiful Serenity to captivate and capture him with her ways, allowing all barriers and wars in his mind to be tamed and destroyed? But the real question is, even if this does end happily for all, who's to guarantee that a complicated secret lying above the surface can't ruin everything?

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

"You're never going to talk to him again," he growls, voice thick with dark hunger against my skin. My body tightens, caught between dread and a craving I can't control. "If I see you near him," his breath is hot, low, intoxicating, "I'll fucking kill him. And then I'll make you remember how much you belong to me." ༺❀༻ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝. Lily thought falling in love with Neel Khanna was the most dangerous thing she'd ever do, but then she met his best friend, Rehyan Malhotra. And now she's caught between the boy who shattered her and the one who's been putting her back together. But that's not it. There's something else. A shadow moving beneath the surface. A phantom steering through the system, untouchable, unseen, rewriting the rules of power. No one knows who they are. No one can stop them. But Lily feels them closing in. Like she was never meant to escape. She was meant to be found.

Julius Santo was a name that had every human's skin crawling. Most people know of him due to the lethal Mafia he leads, his silver eyes that have watched countless souls fade away, or the sinister scar that crosses his brow. But for Hazel Alexis, Julius Santo was a man of kindness. Someone who was willing to listen to her vent, converse with her, or simply be in her company. Julius was a saviour to Hazel. A hero who guarded, supported, and kept her safe. Hazel Alexis is an innocent, quite oblivious, nineteen-year-old woman. She works as a nurse in a small health clinic, aiming to earn enough money to leave her toxic household, and also spends her weekdays studying at her local college. As her new friendship with Julius evolves, she can't help but fight the overwhelming feelings that develop between them. Obtaining a crush on your best friend could never end well, could it? Every day, the simple things he does drive her deeper into the obsessional crush she has with him. But the hidden truth that remains between the two was the undeniable reality of how their end could possibly be. The mixture of his secret, her obliviousness, and the ultimate reality of it all was bound to cause chaos. What happens when Hazel discovers Julius Santo's true identity? ••• Best Ranks #4 Friendstolovers - March 2022 #1 GrumpyxSunshine - May 2022 #8 Chicklit - May 2022

Helena works in her mate's shadow for years, hiding her identity from the Alpha who frantically searches for her. When Alpha Octavius discovers that his timid maid is the mate he had been looking for, all hell breaks loose. This is a sample. Complete story is on Patreon.com/ancientt

Anybody who is a somebody knows that the blue-blooded heirs of Queens Erlington Academy keep secrets. Never fall in love with a blue blood, or you'll become another one of their secrets. "I'm into girls who I'd forget," he pointed out, eyebrow arching. "And you, you are not forgettable."

"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.

(SAMPLE) Available in Kindle Unlimited & Paperback. He's a blind mafia man, the heir who lost his eyesight. She's a kindhearted girl whose job is to take care of him. Will the two of them find their way to each other's hearts? ***** © Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved.

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."