"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

The Bratva's Forbidden Flame is a dark, obsessive romance between fire and frost-between innocence and bloodlust. When Kaveri Sharma, a sharp-tongued but gentle-hearted Indian historian, arrives in St. Petersburg for a prestigious fellowship, she steps into a world far more sinister than academia. Behind ancient Gothic walls lies a cursed legacy and a man who rules it all. Vladislav Valeryan-the Blood King of Russia's underworld. A brutal, calculating mafia Pakhan known only by fear and violence. But even he wasn't prepared for the chaos that was Kaveri. Her eyes are his sin, her defiance his addiction. She doesn't know his name, only his power. And he doesn't care about her world, only how to make her his. But fate isn't kind to lovers born of war and blood. Secrets lurk in the shadows, vendettas burn deep, and the forbidden always costs the most. A tale of power, passion, and peril-where the forbidden becomes inevitable. And love? Love is the most dangerous game of all.

(COMPLETED) "Tell me your name," He breathed then, his voice a gruff, anguished whisper as his kohl-lined anthracite eyes bore into hers. "I need to know your name," He continued in desperation as he held her captive against the wall, an arm around her bare waist and another resting against the darkened wall at her back as he pressed her to it. "Tell me your name and I will have all of Arabia chant it alongside mine, etching it in every sand dune, so that they can understand who finally brought Burhan Abelhamid-with his blood drenched hands and his cruel heart-to his knees." ༄ 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙨. 1481. To attend her cousin Princess Jasmine of Agrabah's wedding to the infamous street rat and charmer Aladdin, Dilruba Badawi-the beautiful twenty five year old court dancer and poetess-travels from the city of Hegra to Agrabah to contribute her attendance as well as her talents to the celebration. But when the wedding ceremony is crashed by the notorious gangster and the most famous sword fighter in all of Ancient Arab, the thirty one year old and deadly Burhan Abelhamid, and his men, Dilruba realizes that a ploy is being weaved to stop her cousin's happiness, and Dilruba might just have to be the one to sacrifice for family. *[Disney's Aladdin AU, mature read; violence, eventual smut, slowburn romance, mental health. 18+ only please.] Highest Rankings; #1 in "arabia" #1 in "eloquence" #1 in "poetess" #1 in "magic carpet" #1 in "a whole new world"

(COMPLETED) "Who told you to love me?" He asked her, his voice angry as he dropped a hand from her waist to the surface of the desk, leaning in to roughly swipe away everything that was on the surface as everything clattered to the ground, before that same hand went to the back of Laurentine's knee as he suddenly picked her up and sat her on top of the desk. "Didn't we agree that there would be nothing-," He broke off, words coming out with effort as though he was fighting against something internally. "I told you that I can't-there's nothing in me that-," He broke off again. ༄ 𝘼 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘾𝙀𝙊. 1880. The luxurious life of Paris' most famous and beautiful opera singer, twenty four year old Laurentine Bonfamille-independent, generous, compassionate, intelligent and an empath-is suddenly thrown awry when she marries a power hungry and ruthless businessman trying to take over the entirety of 1880's Paris by storm. All to protect her younger sister and the girl's radical interests-both the only family Laur has got left. *[Disney's The Aristocats AU, mature read; violence, eventual smut, slowburn romance, mental health. 18+ only please.] Highest Rankings; #1 in "opera" #1 in "the aristocats" #1 in "opera singer" #1 in "postcard"

"What are you doing here?" I gulped at the hoarse voice. Instead of replying, I stared at Maria's corpse lying on the floor. "You smell so sweet." I hear him speak licking his lips. He did next what I was being afraid of, he closed the remaining distance by stepping ahead and held my waist with one of his muscular arm while the other swept the hair to the side exposing my bare neck. I was scared to death. ________________♧♧♧_______________ In a world where humans and the supernaturals lived together, Elina's parents were killed by a mysterious vampire. She never knew why her parents were killed or what the killer wanted but the incident surely changed her perspective on vampires. She never trusted them. Searching for a job leads her to an opportunity to work at the royal palace in the kingdom of Veneton. What she doesn't know is that the king of the kingdom is a vampire and she's the mate he has been searching for centuries. But he doesn't know that Elina is his mate neither does she.... [THIS STORY IN ANY FORM ISN'T A FANFICTION OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE MY OWN ALONE.] ▪︎Unedited. To undergo major editing soon▪︎ Highest rank : #2 in Vampire on 22-7-2019 STARTED: 26th MARCH 2018

"What do you want from me?" I asked the masculine figure in front of me. I couldn't see him through the shadow that seemed to enveloped him, the only things I could only make out were his shining, blood red eyes. Venomous, terrifying, blood red eyes. "You don't know what I want?" He breathes softly against my ear, sending electric shivers through my body. "N-no," I stammered. My voice shaky, my hands sweaty. My brain screamed at me, warning me of the stranger in front of me. Telling me to run, to fight, to scream. Something. He chuckled softly, his horrifying eyes twinkling with amusement of something unknown. "I want you, and what I want, I get." And with that, he bit me. --- Book 1 of the Scarlet Dreams Triology Cover by: @deviation In editing process: by RoyallyImagining

Almost a century ago, the fae discovered they could no longer bear children-and humanity paid the price. A treaty was forged: The Offering. Once every couple of decades, young fertile women are taken from their homes and delivered to the fae realm, destined to become wives for fae lords. Treasured. Trapped. Chosen. Daella always knew it could happen to her. But when the fae come, she isn't ready. And she sure as hell isn't willing. Now forced to live inside a gilded palace among the other chosen, Daella must learn the ways of the fae world-obedience, grace, and silence. She refuses. Her defiance draws the attention of the three fae princes, each bound by duty... and each dangerously intrigued by the human girl who dares to fight back. As desire grows and loyalties are tested, Daella begins to unravel the lies behind the treaty that stole her freedom. And in a realm built on secrets and power, she might be the spark that sets everything ablaze. Completed 27/12/2023 #1 in Fantasy-Romance 8/12/2023 #1 in brothers 17/12/2023 #2 in First Person 30/12/2023 #2 in Fae 01/03/2024 Copyright © 2023 Megan Stubberfield

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

"What good is that beautiful face if you can't even please your man?" 𝑭𝒐𝒓 18+ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. (𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻) #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ━━❅━━ Warning: This story might contain explicit content unsuitable for younger readers. Proceed at your own risk, as this author's work is notoriously addictive, and you might develop an intense obsession with her vividly crafted characters. ... "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a silken caress as his hands continued to knead her dainty feet. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" Her eyes fluttered down in shyness, and she shook her head. She detested it when he ignored her. "I won't, husband." "Good. Now, it's time for another punishment." Her eyes widened. "W-What punishment, husband?" He said nothing, merely pulling her down and pinning her to the desk. Half her body leaned on the flat surface, her bottom provocatively arched. "This is your original punishment, darling." He would no longer restrain himself.

Note: It's highly recommended to read Book 1, "Ruined by Royalty," before diving into this story because this is the second book and continuation. Title: Ruined by Royalty: Obsession Reborn Five years. Five long, torturous years of madness, of searching, of shattered sanity. Two princes-twisted by grief, consumed by obsession-have hunted shadows, whispered her name into the wind, lost themselves entirely in the memory of a queen they thought they'd lost forever. But Liyana... she's alive. And when destiny drags them back to her, nothing will ever be the same. A skip of time. A river. An old orange saree clinging to her figure, the sunlight glinting off the rippling water as she bends to wash clothes. A soft noise-an interruption-and she turns. Five years freeze in a heartbeat. Their eyes burn. Their breaths catch. "Liyana..." they whisper, barely audible, broken, haunted. She tilts her head, her gaze sharp yet innocent. And with a single, piercing question, she shatters the air between them: "Do I know you, sir?" Desire. Madness. Obsession. Revenge. Love. Everything they've ever wanted... and feared.