Livia Beverly Quinn The seventeen year old Livia Beverly Quinn is a little shy girl who always lets herself get put down. She has a traumatic past behind her and a little sister who she has to look after on her own because their mother always lets her down. She only opens up to a few people and hides from the world, afraid of everything. Suddenly she gets the unique offer to transfer to a new high school and leave her past behind, which she accepts. Let's see if she can manage to escape her past... Elijah James Featherstone The 18-year-old popular boy who gets everything he wants. He is the hockey captain of his high school and everyone is obsessed with him. His family is rich and he has a great future ahead of him. His life is perfect... or does it just seem that way? ...And what happens, when Elijah meets her and is willing to do everything for her?...

I spilled champagne on a king. That's what Alexander Vance is - not just a billionaire, not just the ruthless man behind half the city's power plays, but the kind of man who walks into a room and makes everyone else orbit him. And I crashed straight into his gravity. Most women beg for his attention. I gave him attitude. Now, instead of forgetting me, he's pulled me into his empire... and made it clear I'm not leaving. The higher I climb in his glass-and-steel world, the more I see the shadows beneath it - whispers of deals made in blood, secrets worth killing for. And Alexander? He's dangerous enough to make me want him anyway. They say every empire has rules. His first one is simple: Don't betray him. And the second? If you do... run. [18+ Mature themes and explicit content. Reader discretion advised]

Chandini has always been the girl people overlook-gentle, traditional, and painfully submissive. Her kindness makes her easy to use, and years of being taken advantage and a hard life have taught her to stay quiet, keep her head down, and never ask for anything. She flinches at raised voices, apologizes even when she's not at fault, and moves through life as softly as possible to avoid being hurt again. When her father dies, she is bound by his final business agreement: marriage to Stefan Vitello. Stefan is everything Chandini was not. A powerful, dominating, self-made architect whose presence is enough to silence a room. He speaks little, commands effortlessly, and expects obedience without having to raise his voice. Around him, Chandini feels smaller than ever-terrified to disappoint, terrified to draw attention, terrified of him. She tends to his home with quiet devotion, follows his clipped instructions without hesitation, and avoids meeting his eyes. Stefan never explains himself, never softens, never reveals what he truly thinks of his fragile, trembling wife. But he watches. He notices every flinch, every whispered apology, every moment she tries to make herself invisible. Hi guys I'm currently working on this and will try to update as frequently as I can! Read to follow along with their story!

"𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒," ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑠, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟. "𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒." ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ He looks like the devil. He acts like danger. But somehow... he's the only one who ever saved me. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid. Bruised knuckles. Leather jacket. Eyes like warnings. Everyone calls him dangerous. I called him Angel. Once. As a joke. Because he showed up when he shouldn't have- ruined my night, saved my life, and looked at me like he regretted both. Now the nickname won't die. Not when he kisses me just to shut me up. Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong. Not when he looks at me like I'm the only good thing he's ever seen. I'm supposed to be perfect. Future designer. Top student. A planned-out life. My father calls boys "distractions." Alec Donovan is the biggest distraction I've ever met. The kind that ruins your lipstick-and your destiny. But when the world gets loud, when my past catches up, when my father gets cruel, when everyone expects me to break- he shows up. Silent. Breathing hard. Eyes full of something he refuses to name. He's the only boy who's ever protected me. The only one who scares me. The only one who truly sees me. He Is My Angel... even if he looks like the devil. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ "At least I'm not hiding behind anger!" He moved before I could breathe. One moment across the table, the next-right in front of me, his hand braced against the wall beside my head. His other hand slid into his pocket, casual and tense all at once. "Careful," he said, voice low enough to vibrate in my chest. "You're saying a lot of things you don't mean." ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

The moment she entered her stepfamilies' home, everything changed. Her five stepbrothers never wanted her there. She could see it in their eyes, in their silence, in the way their smiles faded whenever she walked into a room. They were close, bonded, protective of each other... and she was the outsider who didn't belong in their world. Little things piled up-cold shoulders, ignored conversations, blame for mistakes she never made, comments that cut deeper than they realized. She tried to be good, to be patient, to prove she wasn't the enemy they imagined her to be. But no matter what she did, she was always the problem. The disruption. The unwanted addition. Her parents were happy-blinded by love, trying to balance two families. They didn't see how she shrank a little more every day. But time softens eyes. Distance reveals truths. And one day, her stepfamily begins to realize the damage they caused-not through a single moment, but through every moment they never gave her. Through the love they withheld. Through the family they built without ever opening a space for her. Now, they want to change things. To understand her. To rebuild what never had the chance to grow. To become the family they should have been. But healing takes time. Forgiveness takes courage. And rebuilding a family takes all of them. Can they earn her trust? Can she learn to believe in them? And can a family built on hurt find its way to love at last? ────────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ──────────

Avery and Malakai Scott are 16 year old twins who have been abused their whole life by their mother and step father. Avery and Kai are barley just surviving, relaying on drugs, self harm, fights and having each other to survive. What happens when one day their whole life turns around. They found out about their mother's lies and that they have family who they never knew about. What happens when Giovanni Moretti finds out he has another son and a daughter who he never knew about. He's 9 sons who now have a another brother and finally a sister. Will the Moretti's give the love and protection that the twins never had growing up, one thing is for sure their lives are about to change forever. But trust isn't easy, and healing even harder. Can broken people build something whole together? And will they survive being part of the Moretti bloodline, or be destroyed by it?

She's not your average girl. Tossed into the world of guns and death at a young age, She's already used to it all. Trained to become a cold-hearted killer. When she's given a target to eliminate, it turns out her heart isn't so cold after all. Instead her brain is a crack because you don't go hooking up with your Target. "I will ruin you." "You can't ruin something that's already ruined." Stuck between the devil and the red Sea. This Devil though, Is willing to have her for himself. Except it all comes with a price. ::::::: "You dare try to double cross me?!" "Awww. Did it hurt to get betrayed? Get used to it Dumbass!" I was shoved hard against the wall again. I cursed. Shit. Updates every Fridays and Saturdays! #1 in Dark Past 1/9/2023 #1 in Undercover 14/9/2023 #3 in Spy 1/05/2024 #1 in Spy 18/06/2024 #1 in Sassy 06/10/2024 #1 in gunfights 22/10/2025 #1 in agent 27/12/2025 ::::: Thank you for checking out my book. it's going to need all your love and support. lots of love, Sophie_Kvng❤️

BOOK 1 OF THE MAFIA STANDALONE SERIES Jeremy Romano X Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "That I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.