Bridger was on his way to work at the game store he worked at to pay for his college tuition when a sack was thrown over his head and he was knocked over the head by something hard. When he finally comes to, he finds he's locked in a room of some sort with his hands tied behind his back, and the same sack covering his head, leaving him blind to his surroundings. He has no recollection of how he came to be where he is, or who would even want to kidnap him...that is until the person in question walks through the door of the room in which he is being held captive and reveals himself. When he sees who it is, he is left speechless and even more confused than he was at first. Who is his captor? Does he know them? And most importantly: Why was he subject to their kidnapping? Find out in From Incarcerated to In Love! *Any and all pictures found within are not my own, and I give credit to each and every author of the respective images.*

Two alpha twins built an empire on blood, control, and fear. Aran Kittisakorn rules the legal world with cold precision while his twin brother Kael handles everything buried beneath it - violence, debt, and bodies that disappear before sunrise. They are perfection apart. Disaster together. Dominant alphas whose pheromones have rejected each other their entire lives. Then an omega appears between them. Niran is invisible to the world - a scholarship student surviving on exhaustion, suppressants, and blind devotion toward the one person he trusts. Until that trust destroys him. Sold to settle someone else's debt, dragged into the underworld of mafia families and trafficking rings, Niran becomes the one thing neither twin expected to find: peace. But broken things do not heal easily. And obsession can become far more dangerous than hatred ever was.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

"Le.. let me.. ee go "- A boy was continuously begging in front of the man sitting in front of him. The man had a cruel smirk on his face. " Ohh My cute little Zaya you really thought I would let you go after whatever I have done to get you, Tsk tsk tsk So innocent of you "- That man said " What have I done to you, why are you doing this to me " The man started laughing after hearing what his baby boy has said - "Yes you have done a very big mistake, the mistake of stepping you foot into my mansion . You made me feel something I have not felt in years, the day I saw you was the day I decided you are mine " What will happen when a man will get obsessed with a boy who is his son's best friend ?

Eli underestimates the $100k contract he signs with a diabolical, brat-taming dom. Warning: BDSM, Control, Panties

Russian Rival vs Volkov heir Dark MM Romance, grumpy/psycho-sunshine, mob-bosses-to-lovers, morally gray men, frighteningly possessive MC. *** BOOK 1: KIDNAPPED BY THE ENEMY BOOK 2: ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A PRINCE BOOK 3: CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY Every book can be read as a standalone, but for better understanding I recommend reading it in the right order.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

** ON HOLD as of 7/10/26 ** He's the one they whisper about in every corner, hushed voices of the one everyone fears. He's the one nightmares are made of, the one parents tell their children stories of. He's the Dark Conqueror, the Dark Alpha everyone prays never crosses their path. For if he does, they know what that means: he's there to claim another pack, and it could be theirs. A small, broken Omega is found in the destruction of his most recent attack. One he couldn't care less about. The Dark Alpha has a heart as cold as steel; even those closest to him are kept at a distance. The Omega is drawn to him even though he fears him. He steals glances from under his lashes every chance he gets, even though he feels invisible in his presence. No matter how hard he tries to stop thinking of the Alpha, he can't. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees him, and every time he dreams, he's in his arms. The heart is a fickle thing. It's unpredictable and has a mind of its own. No matter how hard he tries to look away. No matter how hard he tries not to think of him, and no matter how much it hurts that he's so invisible in his presence, he can't change the way his heart feels. The damn thing wants what it wants, whether his brain wants it or not. ~§~ Alpha Alexander is caught in the crossfire of the Dark Conqueror's most recent attack. He and his small pack don't stand a chance against the Dark Conqueror and his elite team of killers. Just when all hope is lost, his savior arrives... at least that's what he thought. A mate stronger and more dominant than you is supposed to protect you, especially when you're lying in the middle of the battlefield, bleeding out. It's a tough pill to swallow when your own mate forces you to kneel and give up your title to his Alpha: the Dark Conqueror.