Kitap oldu. Dört kitabı basıldı. ❝El bebek, gül bebek değil; el bebek, öl bebek.❞ Karanlık örgütün kurduğu düzen için doğmuş bir kız çocuğuyken ona verilen en büyük ceza sevgisizlikti. Kaderini kabullendi ve kartını oynadı. O kim miydi? Hisar Alatav. Hayır, sil. His Alatav. Karanlık düzenin kıyameti olmak üzere. O ise Bronz. Karanlık örgüte başkaldırıp kartları yeniden dağıtan adam. Ona Bronz derler. Onların tohumları el bebek gül bebek değildi; el bebek öl bebekti.

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

"Gözlerime bak Ezgi..." Artık yaşlarım akıyor muydu bilmiyorum. Sadece tek gördüğüm; karanlık. Islak ve sıcak bir karanlık... İnsana yapışan ve daraltan bir karanlık. Ucu bucağı olmayan... "Hayır, Yavuz. Yüzleştiğim gerçekler bir kâbus ve benim yüzleşecek gücüm kalmadı." Sol tarafıma düşen saç, sıcak parmakları tarafından kulağımın arkasına yerleşirken bu sefer sesini daha da yakında hissettim. "Ben senin kâbusun kadar gerçeğim Ezgi." ## Ablasının öldürülmesiyle sarsılan Tıp öğrencisi bir kadın...Ardından gelen ölümlerle bilmeden şüphelerinin esiri olur. Bir yandan gizli aşkını sürdürürken, bir yandan çıkmaza sürüklenen cinayetleri Özel Dedektif Yavuz'la çözebilecek mi? Yoksa içindeki şüphelere esir mi olacak? Kan ve vahşet içerir.(+18) 🏷 Şair #1(12.09.22) Yetişkin #1 (24.07.22)

Yaşıyorduk, işkence çekiyorduk, idam ediliyorduk, köle gibi çalıştırılıyorduk, susuyorduk, çığlık atıyorduk ama hepsinin sonunda sesli ya da sessiz bir savaş veriyorduk çünkü seviyorduk. Şaşırtıcıydı, sevgi bazen bir savaş meydanının ortasında size uğruyordu. O an iki yolum vardı. Ya sevecektim, ya ölecektim. Sevmeyi seçtim. Onu sevmek de ölümü daima nefes gibi ensende hissetmekti. "En büyük savaşların ortasında kurak topraklardan bile bazen çiçek açar, bombalar etki etmez, kökleri sımsıkı tutunur. Bir bakarsın renkler canlanır, güzel kokar her yer. Sen bu çiçeksin diyemem, biz bu çiçeği temsil ediyoruz diyebilirim. Özgürlüğümüze." Bu kitapta geçen kişiler ve kurumlar tamamen hayal ürünü olup her ayrıntısıyla kurgudan ibarettir.

"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

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

"It's funny that you are saying this because if one of us is jealous, then it's you. Or did you forget that you just pushed the man I was dancing with away from me and dragged me out of the club? Where is he anyway and where the hell are Vivian and Felicia?" I say, raising my voice. "Don't worry about them. They are up there, waiting for you and what Valentino concerns, he is taken good care of." He says with a grin on his face and a clenched jaw. ~~~~~ "You know what? I have never realized it before, but you have such perfect lips. I bet they would look even better wrapped around my cock... but then I remember the shit that always comes out of your mouth, and I just want to throw up." He says, looking at me with disgust. ~~~~~ "You little piece of shit won't call me "dude" because I am not one of your trashy friends and she is not a girl you can just fuck one time and throw away then. She is my fucking wife." "And she is way out of your league, dude," I add. ~~~~~ "What the hell happened and whose family do I have to rot out?" #1 badboyinlove March 2022 #1 luxury March 2022 #1 hot April 2022

Sasuke was just looking for a meal when he happened to come across you. He decided he wouldn't devour you; he would find other ways to satiate his hunger... starting with you.  Cover Credit: Puma-chan <3