Spin off to "Little White Lies" PLEASE READ LITTLE WHITE LIES FIRST OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!! Everyone knows the name "Sniper Jo." He's the most dangerous hitman in America... Except "He's" a "She" After the tragedy that struck her family Jolene Madden found her lust for anger and vengeance. Once Vincent refuses to help her, she transforms herself in to a lethal weapon behind his back. All went to plan until she gets sent a hit on the latest mafioso.

When fearless Imani Carter crosses paths with ruthless Russian mafia leader Dmitri Volkov, she never expects one night of passion to spiral into a war of obsession, danger, and desire. He's cold steel - tattooed, calculating, and powerful enough to make people disappear with a single call. She's honey heat - bold, sharp-tongued, and refuses to bow to anyone, not even him. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But when they do, sparks turn to flames, and soon, neither of them can walk away without burning for it. Loyalty will be tested. Secrets will surface. And love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

She was born to serve. He was born to rule. One glance was all it took to ruin them both. Maya has spent her entire life learning how to disappear. As a palace maid in the Emperor's obsidian halls, her survival depends on being invisible - silent, obedient, and utterly forgettable. She cleans the floors of the throne room, avoids the shadows of the guards, and never, ever , looks up at the man who sits on the burning throne. Until the night she does. Emperor Kaelen is young, merciless, and impossibly beautiful - a golden god carved from ice and fire. The empire whispers that he has no heart. That he collects obedience the way other men collect crowns. That no one has ever held his gaze and lived to tell of it. But when Maya's eyes meet his across the throne room, the world stops. He sees her. Really sees her. And a man who has spent his life owning everything suddenly discovers the one thing he cannot have - a palace maid with fire in her blood and defiance in her bones, who refuses to kneel for anyone. The Emperor does not ask. He commands. He claims. He consumes. But Maya is not a possession. And the throne room that once felt like a cage is about to become a battlefield - where obsession meets resistance, where power meets desire, and where one forbidden glance ignites an empire.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse, his body still joined with hers. "I love you until it is a sickness. Until it is a religion. Until there is nothing left of me but the part that worships you." In the iron grip of a ruthless modern empire, Emperor Roman Vale rules with absolute power. A dictator cloaked in presidential elegance, he bends nations to his will and crushes dissent without mercy. When his gaze falls on Amara Ellis - a kind, caramel-skinned beauty with soft curves and quiet intelligence - his obsession ignites into something far darker than desire. She works under the colonial ministry, minding her own business, keeping her head down. Calm, clear-headed, and never one to seek the spotlight, Amara never asked for the attention of the most dangerous man alive. She never wanted to be noticed by a man who owns everything he touches. But Roman doesn't simply want her. He needs her. He will possess her completely. In his world of shadows, corruption, and brutal control, love isn't gentle - it's a twisted religion built on dominance, dark devotion, dangerous surrender, and an all-consuming power imbalance. This is not a fairytale. This is obsession wrapped in silk and steel. Welcome to the Twisted Obsession series. Where love is a sickness... and the cure is even darker. 𝘼/𝙉 : 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

"She is his salvation, but he doesn't know that yet, neither does she" *** "Should I remind you of our arrangement? We were Fake dating". I emphasised the fake. "Oh yeah?" His deep voice travelled through my body making me shiver. He took a dangerous step closer. But I didn't back away, and now I blame my crazy mind for that. "You forced your way into my life, Fire. Now you expect me to forget you". I can feel his breathe on my forehead now. I refuse to look into his eyes. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head forcefully to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you". He growled. I can feel my panties getting soaked down there. I swallowed hard. And without warning his lips crashed to mine in a bruising kiss. "You belong to me now. You understand me, Fire?" His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck with painful kisses and bites. I whimpered. And a hard slap was planted on my ass making me gasp. "Do You Understand Me?" He asked again, his mouth still torturing my neck. His hand towered above my ass readying for another hard slap. "Yes". I moaned. "Good". He growled and slapped my ass again. *** _________________________________ She asked her enemy, aka, the employee of her bestfriend's fiancé, to fake date her to escape from her abusive ex boyfriend. But she doesn't know, while she escaped from her ex boyfriend, she ran into his den. And now she belongs to him. Grumpy x Social butterfly love story Cold and Possessive MMC Explicit contents ENJOY ;)

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

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I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Hooking up with an MC president at my age isn't something I ever thought I'd do as a successful doctor. Beard wanted to keep it casual. So he didn't take the news that I was pregnant very well. Fine. I don't need him. Then he decided he made a mistake and wanted me back. Age-gap romance...