𝐈𝐥𝐥-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: ❝𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤❞ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒, one of the last angels on Earth. 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓, son of the Devil, sent to Earth to kill every last angel to free the demons. At a supernatural boarding school, angel Valeria finds herself wanting to help the lost soul that is Adonis Priest. Little does she know, that his dark soul may cost her life.

▪️MAFIA ROMANCE▪️ "Aleksandr, you're nothing more than a glorified pimp!" Litizia fumed. Pulling her body into mine, I whispered against her lips, "And you'll soon be my wife. So what does that make you?" **** Nicknamed the King of meat hook sodomy, Aleksandr Tolstoy is the leader of the Russian mafia in Aelbank City. On top of being a prominent weapons dealer, he also owns a few brothels and a popular sex club. In order to secure an expansion deal, much to his displeasure, this tattooed bachelor is forced into marrying an Italian heiress. Litizia D'Apolito is not what Aleksandr expected. Her smooth bronze skin is tempting and Aleksandr finds himself intrigued by the defiance in her deep brown eyes. As their emotions for each other grow, it seems too good to be true. Will their love be able to stand the test of time, or will the dangers of the criminal world tear them apart? 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ------------------------------------------------- Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image from photographer Rahul Singh © All rights reserved 2021 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.

[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.] In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths, shrouded in intrigue, have the power to reshape their destinies and ignite the flames of curiosity, making their journey all the more compelling. What is the secret or rather those? *Content and Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide, death, killing*

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise. Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir... But that wasn't the case for Serenity. On the other hand, she preferred to remain out of it. Therefore, Serenity's name was recognised throughout the world simply as only Serenity, the Mafia Princess who avoided the violent life of crime, instead, spent most of her time with Butterscotch, her ginger cat. Leading up to her second year of college, she sets goals to do nothing but study, try to party a little more, and not get attached to any boys. Because the last thing she wanted was to be heartbroken. Only when heartless and stunningly beautiful Silver Ceraso enters her life, she can't help but watch all of her morals crumble to her feet 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 When Mafia families unite, Serenity and Silver become closer - and so, will Serenity be able to keep her love intact and away from Silver? And will Silver Ceraso allow the beautiful Serenity to captivate and capture him with her ways, allowing all barriers and wars in his mind to be tamed and destroyed? But the real question is, even if this does end happily for all, who's to guarantee that a complicated secret lying above the surface can't ruin everything?

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Dameer Esfendyar al-Badr, the Crown Prince of the kingdom in exile, has long ago forgotten the rules of royalty. Too bad Mahin Arsalan is back to remind him of every last one - especially the one that had haunted him for years : ❛ what is a king without his queen? ❜ | NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON |

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

Some wounds just don't heal. And not all love is bulletproof. In the aftermath of the disaster at Arrowsmith Institute for Excellency, Freya Arsov is left rattled to her core. She had it all. Four best friends who would do anything for her. A boy who looked at her like no one else ever had. And, for a startling moment, happiness. Until that bullet went flying. Now, there was only ruin left in its wake, a gang in shambles, the residents of Ebony House in shambles, a girl in shambles. Bullet wounds may heal but love scars. [Book #2 in the Bulletproof Series] [loosely inspired by the myth of Persephone and Hades] © archeronta 2020