Phoebe Marlowe has spent her life trying not to be noticed- soft, timid, gentle to the bone. But softness has no place in New York's criminal underworld. When her grieving father signs a fatal contract with the Valenti crime syndicate, Phoebe becomes the debt. At eighteen, she is handed over as the unwilling bride of Romeo Valenti- the cold, ruthless heir to an empire built on blood, fear, and obedience. Romeo doesn't want a wife. He wants nothing to do with the fragile girl who flinches when he enters a room. Yet the moment she steps into his world of marble floors and locked doors, Phoebe becomes a liability he can't ignore-and a weakness he never wanted. She breaks rules she doesn't understand. He punishes a girl who can barely lift her eyes. She cries through dinner etiquette lessons. He threatens to kill anyone who makes her cry again. And when she tries to run, he hunts her. But the deeper Phoebe sinks into the Valenti world, the more she sees its truest monster- Dorian Valenti, Romeo's father, a kingpin who uses people like weapons and cages girls like pets.

Yuna Lee, a mixed Japanese Canadian living in Toronto, was left a tea farm in the mountains of Shizuoka, Japan. Respecting a friend's dying wish, she relocates to find herself thrust into a world she doesn't have the first idea about. But who knew a life of tea farming could become so scandalous and secretive? When Yuna meets Yoh, a neighbouring farmer and in-and-out Yakuza member, things start to heat up fast - and of course, some tea gets spilled. Yuna discovers the reason Yoh is tea farming in the first place is less to do with leading a quiet country lifestyle than it does with all-out survival. This book contains mature themes. Updated every Monday with new chapters.

Alyssa Archibald is just about to take her first step on this brand-new journey that her uncle is taking her on. In a desperate need to escape her father's controlling nature, she finds a solution in her uncle, Ross Durham's university. He offers her a dorm, an education, and most of all freedom from her father. But the catch? It's an all boys univeristy. ───────── ౨ৎ ───────── Vincent Wayne has been known for one thing his whole life. Basketball. Being a jock. Being the one who sets the curve for athletes. He spends his time playing the game with his friends or training for the NBA, and it seems like his whole life is planned for him. But then he meets her, and now this plan, including his "scholarship", seems to be on shaking ground. Will he be able to save what he's been working his whole life for? FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN "BOYS WILL BE BOYS, I GUESS"

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.

Some flames burn quietly... until they don't. Aurora Bellini is the picture of innocence. Quiet. Kind. A law student with a soft heart and a tragic past. When a violent attack threatens her safety, she's placed under the protection of the Vitti family - Italy's most feared crime syndicate. More specifically, under the cold, watchful eye of their heir: Angelo Vitti. Angelo doesn't want her there. Too sweet. Too soft. Too breakable. But there's something about her that unsettles him. Her gentle smile, her quiet strength - it seeps past the walls he's spent years building. He tells himself she doesn't belong in his world. He tells himself to stay away. But he watches her anyway. Protects her anyway. And slowly, against his better judgment - he starts to burn for her. With war simmering between the Italian and Russian mafias, every secret is dangerous. Every glance, every touch, every whisper in the dark... it all matters. Because nothing is ever what it seems. And sometimes the softest things burn the most.

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

Axel Brown was not particularly approachable. With a cold interior and a deadly stare he'd scare those who get to close away. So what was so different about Isabella June? She was everything he hated in a person. Chatty, loud, full of energy. A walking, talking ball of sunshine. The polar opposite. Well, his first mistake was falling into the traps of her. Falling so hard that he'd do just about anything to have her. His second mistake was burying himself in a void full of darkness and a life full of suffering with no way out other than the help of her. The girl who'd die for him, yet ultimately, live for him. ~~~ WARNINGS This story contains mature themes (strong language, violence, addiction, etc.) Copyright @khampadd 2022 - all rights reserved

NILA JAVA radiated confidence and everything that came with it. Standing her ground throughout high school, she continues to do the same in college making sure everyone knew who she was. Nila was a man's wet dream and wouldn't even have to blink before getting noticed in a room. She knew what she wanted and wouldn't tolerate disrespect from anyone who dared. Nila prided herself in being an extrovert, always having an easygoing personality, able to make friends with whoever and become easily favoured with the click of her fingers. Except for one. Her best friend's older brother. MAIKEL MARQUEZ was known as the college's golden boy being loved by many and over the course of four years, gained himself a reputation along side his best friend. He was outgoing, charming and not to mention a total heartbreaker. Girls wanted to be with him and boys wanted to be him, but not everyone could be as loved as him. From childhood, Maikel has always had an unknown problem with Nila. Ever since five, they've become sworn enemies and stuck to that promise over the years into adolescence. Two people have never hated each other more than Maikel and Nila. However, when a mutually beneficial deal strikes between the two, they find themselves slowly overcoming their strong hatred for one another. It's no surprise they were both attracted to each other, but were those desires enough to diminish their problem of being unable to stand each other? 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA