Fashion and violence. Two things that Julius Arhan enjoyed the most. But being a rising fashion designer wasn't easy, especially when he was living a double life. And if that wasn't enough, he was set for a brand collaboration. Which should have been simple. The issue? The other brand in question was owned by none other than the infamous, ruthless CEO and heiress, Raylene Onte. Intimidating and cutthroat. Two words that describe Raylene Onte precisely. A tyrannical business queen, heiress to the Onte business empire and newly instated CEO. Her footsteps inspired fear and her glare sent grown men to their knees. She was nothing if not persistent. And when she wanted something, it was going to be hers. One way or another. She may just be a she-wolf with a very keen appetite for a jumpy rabbit (who secretly thirsts for blood). Tyrant business queen Ceo x Cool-on-the-outside fashion designer with a secret identity (Alternating First Person Narrative) -WARNING- [This story will contain fairly graphic depictions of violence and grey moral ground. This does not include gore.] Note - The story has a specific flow, it will alternate between all aspects, the fashion, the business, the relationships and the mafia scenes. Everything is relevant. Plot progression: Arc 1 - When blue-eyed wolf meets black bunny - Complete Arc 2 - Aggressively pursuing the bunny - Complete Arc 3 - How to spring an engagement? - Complete Mini Arc - Who to tell? - Ongoing Updates: Once a week (or just whenever I'm free tbh 😅) P.S. If this gets enough reads and votes I'm adapting into into a full length novel along with another unique AU. Check out my hero verse AU 'The Villainess's Antihero Crush'. https://www.wattpad.com/story/400751167-the-villainess%27s-anti-hero-crush

In which a poor and struggling 19-year-old college student sends an application as an assistant to the most powerful businesswoman in the world. She is wicked. He is gentle. --------------------------------------- Asteria Viotto is a woman who doesn't take no for an answer and is used to getting what she wants. After building her company from the ground up, she won't let anyone get close enough to her to let her empire, that is New York City, burn to ashes. That is until she meets the prettiest ocean eyes she'd ever seen. Silas Gray is a soft-spoken and stuttering man; his delicate features are enough to make any woman fall to his feet, but he's completely oblivious to them. He's strikingly smart but often overlooked by everyone else. Except, when he's thrown into the world of business and power alongside a very pretty woman, does he fall trapped by her smoky silver eyes. . . . . . . "Her silver eyes are my heaven and hell, and I am the saint and the sinner. "

Love doesn't come with a recipe... but the heat is undeniable. Sophia Marchand's dream restaurant is one bad review away from closing. Enter Rowan Hale - the city's most feared food critic, whose words can make or break a career. His latest review? Brutal. Desperate to prove him wrong, Sophia challenges Rowan to spend a week in her kitchen. He accepts... but only to prove she's not as good as she thinks. In the chaos of clattering pans and late-night prep, tension simmers into something neither of them expected - a connection as intoxicating as the dishes she creates. But with pride, passion, and reputations on the line, will they burn everything... or find a recipe worth keeping? A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance for anyone who believes love is best served hot.

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.

Nikko never asked to be an Omega. Never wanted a pack or to be soul-bound to three dangerously possessive Alphas, but the universe doesn't care what she wants. When her best friend goes missing, she is forced in a brutal Motorcycle Club world. Where she meets three fiercely protective bikers; Nash, Beau, and Maddox. Who stop at nothing to get their way. But Nikki isn't just their Omega. She's the key to a much bigger game. One that involves rival clubs, blood-soaked arenas, and a darkness that's closing in fast. Love was never supposed to look like this. But neither was war.

Four alien soldiers. One human survivor. Nothing about this is gentle. 🔥 The world ended in fire... And I woke up surrounded by monsters who claim me as theirs. They call themselves Dravari- Towering, battle-scarred predators built for war. Lethal. Disciplined. Terrifyingly beautiful. And somehow... I've become their obsession. Thalen, their commander, watches me like I already belong to him. Lyren, the medic, touches like he's trying to memorize my soul. Ryn, the mechanic, hunts for me like I'm something worth bleeding for. And Kael, the youngest, looks at me like I hung his stars. They call me their Circle Female. Their only. Their forever. But I'm still human. Still broken. And surviving this world might mean surrendering to creatures who were never meant to love me- or finding out I was never meant for Earth at all. 💀🔥 Love in the ashes. Desire among monsters. The end of the world never felt so forbidden. #1 Post-apocalyptic #1 Alienromance #2 Slowburn #3 Fatedmates

Book 3 of New York series (Does not need to be read as a series) His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder. "Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one else. Only mine. Meaning no other man or woman will ever touch you like I do. Never. Only me. Do you understand?" I brought my eyes up to his and nodded my head. He squeezed my upper thigh and I let my lip go to gasp. "Use your words my sweet girl. Do you understand?" My breaths came out hard and heavy. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. "I understand Axel. I understand." His smirk deepened. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I arched my back off the bed at the feeling of his warm hand suddenly cupping my flower. "Good girl. My good girl." He huskily whispered in my ear. ****** A shy, harmless girl with a deep past meets a man she doesn't recognise. The pull she feels towards him is indescribable. A well-known, ruthless CEO that has had a life of gold casts his eyes on a girl that instantly enraptures his attention. #32 business #13 soft #46 cute #443 love #1 quiet #3 kinky #1 soulmates #2 shy #3 beautiful Cover made by @AnonymousssN

⚠️ MATURE STORY⚠️ "Now, why is a little girl getting involved in the devil's playing field. Didn't daddy ever tell you not to play with the big boys. But now that I'm here, you have nothing to fear. Except for when you disobey me. Got it?" I whispered into her ear as I forced her down on my lap. Her small lips parted open as she let out an audible gasp as my hands ran over her slim waist. Abandoned by a selfish society, Arabella shuts the world out to focus on bettering her future only to capture the eyes of some of most dangerous men. Her paths are about to become entwined by 2 powerful men both from different walks of life, but both with a deadly obsession with the naive little girl lost in a man's world of business. And little did she know that she became theirs the moment their eyes found hers. Warning ⚠️ this story contains bad language, sexual content, violence and drug use.

**16+ ONLY** This story contains dark romance, heavy possessiveness, violence, obsession, and explicit content. *"Try speaking to her again-and I'll bury your tongue with my bullets. > Touch her, and I'll make sure your mother can't recognize your corpse."* --- He is a walking nightmare wrapped in silk suits and bloodstained hands. The name **Luca** is enough to silence a room. King of the Underworld. Ruler of shadows. A ghost even the law refuses to chase. His empire is built on violence, betrayal, and bodies no one dares to count. He does not speak twice. He does not leave witnesses. Mercy died the day he first picked up a gun. He is cruel to the world. He is lethal to anyone who looks at her too long. And for her... he becomes something almost gentle. Almost human. Almost soft. Almost. --- She is softness in a world that never deserved her. **Lily** is light-pure, untouched, and blissfully unaware of the darkness waiting just beyond her little bubble. She believes in morning coffee, quiet laughter, and happy endings. She still thinks love is supposed to be kind. Until he decides she belongs to him. And the moment someone dares to lay a finger on her, Luca does not simply arrive. He brings war. She becomes his obsession. His addiction. His only reason to keep breathing-and the only reason he is willing to burn the entire world to ash. There is no escape from his grip. No hiding from his gaze. No running from the twisted fate that has already claimed her. But what happens when the angel starts falling for the demon? What happens when she begins to see the fractured, dangerous good buried beneath all that blood? She was never supposed to love him. He was never supposed to let her live long enough to try. Now neither of them has a choice. --- **#1 in Kidnapped** **#56 in Bad Boy × Good Girl** **#58 in Possessive** **#104 in Loveable**

Delaney Linwood was the sweetest thing to show up at Sugar Coated, the Sinclair pack's bougie ice cream and pastry parlor. With pack 'dynamics' semantics looming over her head, Delaney shoved ideas of pack life out of her mind since betas were rarely easy additions. The Sinclair pack omega had different ideas though, what with a very tempting heat on the horizon --one that only Delaney could solve. And what an omega wants -- an omega gets. Whether it was the brains, the booty, or the beta, the Sinclair pack was dead set on Delaney being on the menu, whether she believed it or not. *** This is my take on omegaverse content since I cannot for the life of me get it out of my head. I do intend this to be a RH, poly story with MM content, so do go into it with that in mind. Also just for clarity this is not a shifter story. There are no werewolves in the Sweet Petersverse.