Sorted into Slytherin despite her Muggle-born blood, Y/N Moreau has always walked the castle's shadows alone until Tom Riddle begins to watch her. Haunted by nightmares tied to a past she can't remember, Y/N seeks answers. But the closer she gets to the truth, the closer she comes to him the boy with eyes like secrets and a heart wrapped in darkness. He's obsessed. She's unraveling. And love, in the end, may be the most dangerous curse of all. Slow-Burn Obsession Fate & Destiny Started: 03.05.2025 Ended:04.08.2025

Octavia transfers to Dauntless and immediately draws the attention of the last man she should ever want: Eric Coulter. He looks at her-and sees a ghost. Someone he lost. Someone he failed. What begins as hostility sharpens into obsession, then into something far more dangerous as initiation brutalizes them both and the city edges toward war. The longer he watches her, the clearer it becomes- She isn't the ghost. And he is not the man he was before it. She came to Dauntless to find where she belongs. Instead, she finds him-and a love built in the space between violence, grief, and everything neither of them knows how to name. It is not safe. It is not easy. It is tested-by fear, by secrets, by choices neither of them can take back. By the truth that loving each other may be the most dangerous thing either of them does. When the city fractures, they are pulled apart-by duty, by survival, by the decisions meant to protect each other. Octavia rises. Eric breaks. And as the world collapses, they are left standing in the wreckage- still choosing each other anyway.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, A 17 year old Spanish girl starting her senior year after her mom passed a few years ago. 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍 , A rude troublemaker 18 year old Norwegian Mafia Boss who returned back to his old high school for senior year after transferring his freshmen year due to personal issues. Read to find out what happens when Reid meets Sage. ★★★★★ - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 - #𝖡𝖺𝖽𝖡𝗈𝗒 #𝖳𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 #𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 #𝖳𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 #𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 #𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖾𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇 #𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 #𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒 #𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺 #𝖡𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

Desire, lust, love... You're not supposed to feel those things for a woman, and you're definitely not allowed to act on them when you're a Catholic priest. I had taken vows; vows that I've upheld for eight celibate years, and had made a promise to God that I swore I would never break. But then I met Eva, my stepmother's estranged twenty-eight-year-old daughter, and she made me forget who I was. What I was. I prayed for guidance. I prayed for the strength not to give into temptation. My prayers went unanswered...or so I thought.

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

(Book 3 of the Mafia standalone series) Giovanni Romano x Anna Ivanova/Mancini Giovanni rested one arm on the steering wheel, the other lazily against the center console. He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth already threatening to curve into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me something in Russian." I looked over at him. "Why?" "Because I want to hear you speak it." I sighed dramatically before turning my gaze back to the window, pretending to think. "Fine." I let the words roll off my tongue naturally. "Ty bezumno krasiv, i eto menya strashno besit." Translation: "you are really handsome and it annoys the fuck out of me" The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. "What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged, keeping my face perfectly innocent. "It means..." I paused, as if translating carefully. "...you're insufferable and really annoying." "Hm." Just hm? I frowned. "That's all?" His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as a slow grin spread across his face. Then, in smooth, surprisingly fluent Russian, he leaned closer and murmured, "Spasibo, chto nazvala menya krasivym." Translation: "Thank you for calling me handsome." My entire body froze. I whipped my head toward him so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. "You- " He laughed. "I never said I didn't understand Russian, tesoro." I groaned, dragging both hands over my face. "I hate you." I murmured as heat crept into my cheeks, and I looked away before he could see it. Tropes: Single mom x Single dad Mafia Romance Forced proximity

Sarah Andersson Smith x Adrian Valentino "No. No, I didn't stalk you." The words flew out far too quickly, drenched in panic before I could stop them. Shit. How the hell did he know? Adrian only looked at me, his lips curling into that infuriating, lazy smirk that somehow made him look even more handsome. He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as if he already knew exactly what I was thinking. "Really?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm. I swallowed. "Then how do you explain running into me outside restaurants?" He took a slow step closer. "Or bars." Another step. "Arcades." Each word chipped away at my confidence, "You always manage to appear in the same hallway I'm in." he continued. Heat flooded my face. This bastard. He was enjoying every second of this. "They were... coincidences?" I offered weakly, even though it came out more like a question than an answer. Adrian laughed. The sound settled somewhere deep in my chest and made my knees feel suspiciously unstable. "You need to become a better liar, little liar." Before I could react, he reached over and ruffled my hair. I frowned, swatting his hand away. "But I didn't lie" I muttered, clinging to what little dignity I had left. His smile only widened. "Sure you didn't." The words came out as nothing more than a whisper. Then, before my brain could catch up, he leaned in. His lips brushed against my cheek, soft enough to make me question whether it had actually happened. My breath caught. He pulled away with that same smug smile, turned on his heel, and walked off as though he hadn't just short-circuited my entire nervous system. Halfway down the hallway, he glanced back for the briefest second. I could've sworn I saw him fighting another smile. He hadn't just figured it out. He'd known. The countless times I'd "coincidentally" crossed paths with him. He'd known all along. And somehow... He'd let me keep doing it.

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

It took the Beasts mere weeks to overthrow the human government and eliminate most of the population. Those who survived were put into slavery, forced to spend their lives serving the royal families and wealthier Beasts. Adeline has been a servant for the royals for as long as she can remember. It's hard work, but she feels lucky to be born and raised in King Richard's kingdom. He's a kind ruler, and his humans are often treated well. King Heloix, on the other hand, is known for his ruthlessness. He has little tolerance for his fellow Beasts, and even less for humans. Rumors are that his servants are often killed as punishment for even the smallest mishaps, and to survive even a year while working for him is an accomplishment. When Adeline is transferred to King Heloix's castle, it takes him only seconds to recognize who she is to him. Will he accept her as his mate or reject her existence? ⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND TRIGGERING THEMES⚠️

It was just one night... until it wasn't. No names. No attachments. Just heat, skin, and a memory neither of them could shake. But when he walks into her father's house and she finds out-he is her dad's best friend and business partner-everything changes. Now, she's pregnant. He's obsessed. And neither of them can stay away. He was supposed to be off-limits. She was supposed to be a mistake. But some lines were made to be crossed-again and again.