[Completed] Eleanor Blake was just an ordinary college student with an extraordinary obsession: dark romance novels, especially the twisted R18+ mafia tale Kingdom of Ash and Sin. But after a freak accident, she finds herself thrust into the blood-soaked pages of her favourite book, waking up not as a spectator... but as Elaine De Silva, the villainess doomed to die in 2 weeks! Armed with nothing but her fangirl knowledge and stubborn determination, Eleanor is set on one goal: survive. Rewrite the story. Live. Easy, right? Wrong. Because her new fiancé, the dangerously magnetic mafia don Luca Moretti, isn't playing by the book. He's darker, deadlier, and far more obsessed with her than the original plot ever hinted at. "Elaine, you're mine. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." Wait... what? You were supposed to kill me, not fall in love! When did the story change? Now, caught in a world of betrayal, bullets, and brooding men in suits, Eleanor must outsmart the plot she thought she knew. Because if she wants to survive this story... She'll have to rewrite the ending herself. __________________________________ Book #1 of the I Became... Series. Can be read as a standalone. __________________________________ #1 in villainess (18/07/25) #1 in brokenengagement (20/07/25) #1 in reincarnation (21/07/25) #1 in transmigration (01/08/25) #4 in rebirth (28/07/25) #6 in humor (30/07/25) #1 in yandere (01/08/25) #1 in possessive (03/08/25) #1 in secondchance (02/08/25) #1 in strongfemalelead (02/08/25) #1 in obsession (07/08/25) #2 in mafia (08/08/25) #1 in aristocracy (17/08/25)

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

"If they say why, why? Tell 'em that it's human nature." Nineteen years old, a secret arrangement, and a man who belongs to the world. For four years, Jordan and Michael have lived in the cracks of the Jackson estate, stealing moments in the shadows, navigating a suffocating "no strings" lie, and drowning in the secrecy of a love that was never supposed to exist. Jordan was his anchor, his childhood best friend, and the only one who saw the man behind the icon. But four years of hiding has taken its toll. As the pressure of superstardom pushes Michael to the brink and the secrets threaten to shatter everything, Jordan is finally done being a ghost in his life. In the eye of the Thriller storm, lines are drawn, brothers collide, and a decade-long bond is forced to decide: will they continue to hide behind the weight of the crown, or will they finally let the world see what human nature is actually capable of? The secret is out. The storm is here. There is nowhere left to hide.

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.

[On Hold] General Victor Greyson has never lost a war. He's the Empire's Iron Wall, the Devil of the Northern Front, the bane of enemies and emotions alike. Stoic, strategic, and socially clueless, he has only ever loved one thing: victory. So naturally, the universe rewards him by killing him off in an accident involving combat. Heroic. Tragic. A cliche. He wakes up not on the battlefield, but in a canopy bed... with lace curtains. Now trapped in the soft, silky, perfumed body of Lady Evelyn Fairmont, the Empire's most useless noblewoman, Victor finds himself facing his greatest challenge yet: corsets, court gossip, and a fiancé he doesn't remember accepting. Worse? This world's "Lady Evelyn" was the palace's most hated socialite-a spoiled brat with a penchant for fainting at every minor inconvenience. Victor's mission is clear: survive this frilly hellscape, figure out how to return to his own body, and punch whoever did this to him square in the face. Until then, he'll use his tactical genius to conquer tea parties, ruin toxic social hierarchies, and maybe even expose the royal court's darkest secrets... in heels. Oh, and about that fiancé? The cold, calculating, disgustingly handsome Duke Aiden Blackthorn is looking at "Lady Evelyn" with suspicious eyes. It seems the duke has noticed something different, like how his once-ditzy bride-to-be just broke a wine bottle over a count's head and demanded to lead the palace guard. Victor doesn't care about romance. Unfortunately, Aiden does. And he never loses his battles either. __________________________________ Book #2 of the I Became... Series. Can be read as a standalone. __________________________________ #1 in general (29/07/25) #1 in hero (05/08/25)

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Luna Martin who find herself reincarnated into one of a novel she used to read in her teenage as Katherine De Windsor, the Villainess. Darcy Carrington, The Grand Duke who hates his fiance who is no other than Katherine. He was known for his evilness and rudeness. Can Katherine live a happy life as the Villainess?

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.