After going through a hard break up, Elise tries to get herself together. Meeting them in a rather weird encounter at a club, Elise catches the eyes of no other than the cold trio Vincent, Caden and Aaron. Maybe those three can give her exactly what she needs, realize her deepest desires and give her what she needs the most, love. Or maybe they're the worst thing that could've ever happened to her, maybe they are a curse and she needs to stay away. But temptation is a bitch. READ THE TAGS! Mature story, there will not be TW, read carefully.

▪️MAFIA ROMANCE▪️ "Be grateful I didn't call you Daddy Dom instead. Although, I have been thinking about Dom the Dom, kind of has a nice ring to it no?" I teased, irritating him on purpose. "I should put you across my knee and teach you a lesson," Dominic growled against my lips. **** Aelbank City is run by Dominic Calvetti, an Italian with a unique skin condition. He's a ruthless criminal mastermind with a love for fire. As a result of a dark and troubled past, he does not do relationships, or any sort of intimacy for that matter. So what happens when Jade, a young woman whom he had rescued years ago, expresses a sudden interest in him? It is obvious that the mafia boss cares for her in his own way. Can she use that small spark to her advantage? Dominic is damaged. In fact, they both are. However, Jade believes that they owe it to themselves to explore these strange new feelings. Will things work out or will the dangers of the criminal world surrounding them get in the way? 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, drugs, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ✴️ Featured On ✴️ ▪️Wattpad DangerousLove ------------------------------------------------- Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image from artist Inna Mikitas © All rights reserved 2020 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.

Happiness isn't meant for people like us. Not after what we've done. Not after what's been done to us. Happiness is a cruel joke, reserved for the "normal" people who pretend they're fine, who still believe in clean slates and second chances. Esme stopped believing in all of that a long time ago. Love, hope, joy... those are luxuries she was never built for. She's seen too much heartbreak, lost too much, and carries enough guilt to drown a stronger woman. So she keeps her world simple: Get through the day. Survive the night. Repeat. But everything changes the night her roommate drags her out for "a little fun." Fun, as fate would have it, comes with a price. Because on her knees in a dark room, Esme meets her new reality-two men who treat happiness like the world's darkest joke. Two men shaped by violence, betrayal, and the kind of pasts that steal whole futures. Men who have spent years playing twisted games with life, with death, and with each other. They're jaded. They're dangerous. They've mastered the art of not caring. Until Esme. The moment she stumbles into their world, something shifts. The jokes stop landing. The games stop feeling like games. And fate-cruel, messy, unforgiving fate-ties their paths together in ways none of them ever saw coming. Now there's no turning back. One broken woman who never wanted to be seen. One soulless man with a gun in his hand. One empty-eyed man who thought he could control everything. And the beginning of the one thing none of them are ready for: Fate's most brutal game yet.

((Complete at 110,000 words)) Twenty-five-year-old Maggie Douglas is a beta on a mission. Determined to work at the infamous GAIM Industries, she's willing to put up with a grumpy boss. And a silent stalker. And an adorably blunt hacker. Maybe even a set of twins who couldn't be more opposite. As long as her secrets stay hidden, everything will work out just fine... Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man. No mm in this one!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

You weren't supposed to end up in their world. Just a girl living in a cottage with her Auntie. One ambush, one choice, and suddenly you're caught between TF141 - lethal, possessive, and far too protective. You could appreciate that, really, if they hadn't focused in on you to feel better about the things they'd done. """Johnny's mouth was hot against your ear, his accent roughened into a growl. "Ye're tremblin', lass. D'ye want me tae stop?" You shook your head, breath catching when his hand slid lower, claiming every inch he touched with reverent care. Ghost's shadow loomed close, his gloved fingers brushing your wrist as if to remind you he was there too, silent but steady. Price's voice cut low through the haze-steady, commanding, and far too calm for the way your pulse skittered. "Easy, love. You're not going anywhere tonight." And when König's gaze caught yours from across the room, sharp hunger softened into something dangerously tender, you realized the truth: you didn't want to leave. Not one of them.""" |CWs: Fanfiction. Non-canon. Contains SMUT. Poly relationship. Includes MxM.|

1 woman, 4 men. They all have thick skin, never letting anyone get too close to cause pain.... Until Riley. This is essentially a Reverse Harem Mafia Dark Romance book. ***18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, blood, mentions of self harm,

(Y/n) would be deemed lucky by most, having lived her life comfortably in the riches of her father's influence as the leader of an important mafia group. However her comfort comes at a price, the heavy perspective of a loveless marriage. And she had been ready for this, she had made peace with it, until everything came tumbling down when after the death of her mother, her father decided that he would be her husband. With no choice but to comply or run away from everything she's always known, (Y/n) decides on the latter, not suspecting that this would lead her into the cobwebs of her father's enemy and another lot of troubles marked by blood, rivalry and obsession. trigger warning: mentions of child abuse, suic!dal thoughts, !ncest, sa and more #1 in yanderesxreader #1 in infatuation #1 in possessive

Nearly twenty years in the fighting pits taught me three things: trust no one, keep your blades sharp, and never let them see you bleed. Then House Ravilon bought me. Now I'm surrounded by five fae males who think they can crack me open. Axlan with his easy charm and protective streak. Silas and his silence, keeping secrets that set my teeth on edge. Reyker, whose training sessions feel like actual combat. Lysander, whose questions cut deeper than blades. And...Finley, the house heir who gives orders like breathing. They say I'm being trained for elite tournaments. They're lying. There's something else going on. Something in the way they move around me, like I'm worth protecting. When my body betrays me with desires I didn't know I could feel, the real game becomes clear. They don't just want my skill in the arena. They want everything. I've spent decades building walls that could stop armies. But these five aren't attacking from the outside. They're making me want to tear the walls down myself. "Their Warrior" is the first book in The Thirteenth House Series. It is a "why choose"/ reverse harem romantic fantasy where the deadliest opponent might be your own heart. **Please see the author's note for trigger warnings and posting details**