"K-Kane!" she gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. He smirked. "What?" Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "Stop that." His hands slid over her waist, securing her in place. "Why?" She swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "You're making my heart beat too fast." Kane took her small hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as violently as hers. "Like mine?" he asked, voice lower, more intense. By day, Kane is a tech billionaire, dominating boardrooms with his sharp mind and icy demeanor. By night, he's a ruthless underground boxer, unleashing his demons with every brutal punch. No one gets close-until Mona. She's small, shy, and too damn sweet for his world. With fiery red hair and innocent green eyes, she's the only softness he's ever known. But behind her hesitant smiles lies a dark past, one that haunts her in nightmares she refuses to talk about. When a storm forces her to stay the night, lines blur. One kiss turns into obsession. One secret could destroy them both. Can Kane protect her from the past she won't reveal-or will his own darkness consume them first? * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

She saves his life. He decides she belongs to him. A wounded Lycan King crashes into Evangeline's peaceful life during a storm. Valério is a Lycan King from a world where monsters rule and weakness has no place. Evangeline is a simple 21st-century herbalist who dreams only of peace. She lives a quiet life, convinced that nothing will ever disrupt her daily routine. Until him. They do not speak the same language. They do not belong to the same world. They should not even exist in the same reality. Yet, from the moment they meet, their souls recognize each other. Between burning desire and fear of the unknown, between unspoken secrets and love, they will have to learn to understand one another despite everything that separates them. For their meeting is not the result of chance. It was written long before they were born. And what if the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one awakening within them?

She was sold on the night she turned eighteen. He wasn't supposed to be there. And he wasn't supposed to choose her. But he did. He didn't touch her. He didn't ask her name. He only made one promise before he walked away And that promise changed everything. He was the country's most reckless heir. She was a girl no one wanted. What began in silence turned into an obsession. And in the middle of it all One broken girl. One ruined boy. And a love the world wasn't ready for. 'WHISPERS OF DESIRE-Finding purity in the ashes of sin'

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

"Y-You smoke too m-much" Arabella pouts but she's already sliding the cigarette from his fingers gentle as anything stubbing it out in the soil of the tiny succulent he keeps on his desk the one she gave him three weeks ago that he somehow hasn't killed yet. Lucien stared at her. His green eyes catching the adorable smile already brightening her face. No one touches his things. Yet she's touching his hand now her thumb brushing his knuckles where the skin's gone slightly rough, and his chest does whatever the fucking fluttery thing it always does when she looks at him like that. "And you" he starts voice wrecked already. Fucking pathetic. "You talk too much." But he doesn't even mean it. Honestly, he could drown in the beautiful, soft sound pouring from those rosy lips. Those rosy lips that seem to babble about anything and everything. Those very lips he so desperately craves on his. Fuck. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐿️་༘࿐ She's sunshine in a broken world-bubbly, kind, stuttering through her wildest thoughts, finding beauty in colorful flowers and joy in silly romance novels. He's ice in a tailored suit, CEO of a company he never wanted, grumpy at 6 AM, hell, even grumpy at midnight, smoking through his stress just to feel something burn. She talks too much when she's excited. And that's basically always. He hasn't had a real conversation in years. And frankly, he doesn't care to. She's struggling, working in various jobs and surviving on croissants and hope, escaping a past that still texts her at 2 AM. He's rich, cold, avoiding his parents' weekly "why are you still single" dinners by working himself into the ground. She's all soft edges and "have a lovely day" to strangers. He's all sharp lines and "get out of my fucking face" before coffee. They shouldn't fit. They don't fit. Yet somehow she's the only one whose blabber he doesn't want to silence with harsh words but with sweet kisses. 𔓘All Rights Reserved𔓘

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Kaya Emerson has spent her entire life being made to feel like she's too much, too big, too emotional, too unlovable. Raised in a house of cruelty where her stepmother's venom runs deeper than blood, Kaya's only goal is to survive the day, shrink herself, and never be seen. Until she witnesses a man being murdered. And the killer turns to look at her. Cold. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way the devil himself would envy. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤 - mafia king, calculated killer, a man who turns bloodshed into an art. She runs. But he hunts. And when he finds her... he doesn't kill her. He keeps her. "You think I'll let you walk away, tesero? After you saw me at my worst? No. Now I need you to see me at my darkest... and still beg for more." Locked in his penthouse with secrets, diamonds, and demons, Kaya finds herself fighting not just for her freedom, but for her sanity. Because the man who should terrify her makes her feel seen. Wanted. Desired. Protected. Worshipped. Even as he drags her deeper into a world of violence and obsession. "I'll ruin you for anyone else, Kaya. They'll look at you, and you'll still be dripping with my name." He's possessive. Ruthless. Addicted to her curves. She's broken, insecure, and dangerously close to falling for her captor. And the scariest part? She's starting to like the way it feels to be his. 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼'𝙎 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙑𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 [18+] 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : this book contain body shaming, verbal abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts, graphic violence and murder, NSFW/smut/explicit scenes etc. So read on your own risk. If you don't like it then kindly click off the story than sounding stupid in my comment box.

She hides behind firewalls. He hides behind bullets. When their worlds collide, secrets won't be the only thing exposed. Raven Voss didn't ask for this life. She was doing just fine behind her screens-unseen, unbothered, and in control. That is, until Dante Moretti crashed into her world... literally. One second she's on her way to a job interview. The next, her SUV is smashed, her latte's on the ceiling, and there's a man with a helmet and a stare that could burn through steel. He's trouble. She knows it. But her world was never built for peace-and neither was his. In a city where power comes with blood, and love feels like a weakness, Raven is about to find out what it means to be claimed... body, mind, and soul. ⚠️ Dark Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Slow Burn | Hacker x Mafia | Enemies to Lovers |HEA

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"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.