Everyone in college knew one thing.....if Karan belonged anywhere, it was beside Arjun. Arjun was possessive, dominant, feared by everyone and completely obsessed with Karan. Karan was soft, emotional, stubborn, and the only person capable of calming Arjun's dangerous temper. To Arjun, protecting Karan meant claiming him. To Karan, loving Arjun meant feeling safe... until that love started feeling like control.

For three long years, Theodore Whitmore and Nathaniel Langford hated each other. As rival CEOs, they did everything they could to ruin each other-stealing major clients, leaking private contracts, and fighting over every single deal. Theodore was loud, arrogant, and sharp. He wore his cocky attitude like armor, making sure everyone thought he was completely untouchable. Nathaniel was cold, calculated, and distant. Then came one high-society gala. After spending the evening exchanging sharp insults and downing far too many drinks, their fierce hatred boiled over. They ended up leaving together and sleeping together in a chaotic, drunken mistake-a wild night they both swore to forget forever. The problem? They couldn't. No matter how hard they tried to push it down, every touch, every gasp, and every bruised whisper from that night burned in their minds, making it impossible to go back to the way things were. Instead, it changed everything. Behind Theodore's arrogant surface, Nathaniel slowly discovered a person who was deeply hurting, carrying ten years of buried grief and unbearable isolation. And as Theodore let his guard down, he realized Nathaniel wasn't the cold-hearted monster he had always assumed he was. Slowly, as the corporate war fades into the background, two bitter enemies begin to realize that the person they tried so hard to destroy might be the only one who truly understands them. "Stop looking at me like that, Langford," I muttered, my breath coming out uneven as I tried to hold his gaze. "Like what, Theodore?" he asked, his baritone dropping dangerously low. "Like you want to claim me right here, right now." Nathaniel leaned in closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine, his lips practically grazing my ear as he whispered, "And what if I do?"

Jelani Volkov. At twenty-four years of age, Jelani didn't expect his life to become what it had. He had moved to Russia to study abroad, only to end up in a forced marriage to Kazimir Volkov. The hope of ever leaving Kazimir had diminished, and after having their first child and now pregnant with the second, that hope had been completely snuffed out. Jelani just wanted to survive, and up until this point he had been. Dmitri Rosanov has returned to Russia to take his place at the right hand of the Bratva. Dmitri's life had been nothing but missions and war, until he's tasked with executing Kazimir Volkov. What he didn't expect was to become so enthralled with the little family Kazimir left behind. Dmitri had just merely existed and spent the majority of his life carrying out orders, but after becoming intertwined with Jelani's life, he's realizing that he finally wants something more than a mission, more than blood. With Dmitri fighting for Jelani's love, and Jelani running from Dmitri's, where do they go from here?

Raffaele Silvestri had always known what he wanted, but nothing had ever consumed his thoughts like Enzo D'Antonio. To the rest of the world, Enzo is the dark, lethal mafia -a powerful, untouchable figure feared by everyone in the city. To Raffaele, the heir to the Silvestri empire, Enzo is an intoxicating enigma he simply cannot stay away from. Drawn to the dangerous aura, authority, and quiet intensity of the mafia, Raffaele breaks every rule, putting his heart on the line to step directly into Enzo's dark world. Enzo never expected anyone to look at him with pure desire instead of fear-least of all Raffaele. But as Raffaele persistently captures the Don's attention and breaks through his defenses, Enzo surrenders entirely, claiming Raffaele with a fierce, possessive passion that burns brighter than anything either of them has ever known. Raffaele wanted Enzo D'Antonio... and once he gets him, there is no turning back from a love that is possessive, intense, and absolute. "I'm only helpless... because it's you..."

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.

"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.