𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 "𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄" Rajveer Singh Rathore was supposed to marry my sister, but now we are bound in a marriage. He never wanted me and I also don't want him. I love someone else, and he loves my sister. A marriage tangled with a lot of emotions. A marriage that has a lot of secrets. 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 (not by male lead) , 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭.

[COMPLETED] Ava Spencer, a young woman struggling to find a job and pay off her student debt decides to become a babysitter to the daughter of single father and successful businessman Kaden Morello. Kaden has been single for five years and he can't help but start to develop strong feelings for his daughter's beautiful babysitter. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone get in his way. #5 in Romance 6th Jan 2020 #4 in interracial 6th Jan 2020 #1 in bwwm 14th Jan 2020 #1 in mafia 15th Feb 2020 #3 in newadult 15th Feb 2020 #1 in mature 16th Feb 2020 #9 in love 13th Apr 2020

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"Stop fighting it so much Ari, I know you want me just as much as I want you." His lustful voice was like a whisper, his hot breath caressing my face as his dark blue eyes captured mine. Everything screamed at me to give into him, open my mouth and let him devour it hungrily, dig my hands into his hair and pull hard while his fingers ravage me. I declined, I knew better. I pushed him off. "Stop it, I am your bodyguard Stephano, not some whore you can use to satisfy your needs. I am here to guard you, not suck you, or fuck you!" I screamed into his handsome face walking out quickly before I loose it and kiss him hard. It's a war... Who will win? Warning: unedited, contains violence, mature language, a bit of cringe... just a tiny little bit of embarrassing scenarios and it's not cliche!

TW This story is under EXTREME EDITING!!! Dark, cold, emotionless, Ruthless, is what you'd expect from Killian Lorenzo. With one look you can be six feet underground, he hates most people he comes into contact with letting them know straight off the bat. ruthless self doesn't let him get close to anyone... But meeting a certain girl who abruptly comes into his life, he can't seem to phantom the thought that she has more to her than what she leads on, a darkness behind her Eyes possibly darker than his. His once serious strict rules of not becoming close to anyone immediately breaks in the hands of her. He finds himself annoyed and frustrated with everything she does. But they somehow keep coming into each others lives, and maybe just maybe she is as broken as him-possibly more Unedited ---------

**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'**** She gave up everything for the freedom of others. She is their everything. Need I say more? Started: 26/5/24 Finished: 21/11/24 Book cover background photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/8514686788211780/ #1 in MAFIAROMANCE ~ 30/5/24 #1 in SECONDBOOK ~ 30/5/24 #1 in ONTHEROCKS ~ 30/7/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 4/4/25

She's nearing being out on the streets and desperate for a job. They own a bar. Need I say more? Note: This is a reverse harem romance, meaning the female protagonist will have multiple love interests. Started: 28/02/2024 Completed: 24/05/2024 Cover background photo: https://www.reddit.com/r/nascaraloe/comments/l23vcc/nascar_aloe_cigarette_original_cover_art_lost_song/ #1 in REVERSE ~ 27/3/24 #1 in BARTENDER ~ 2/4/24 #1 in FEMALE ~ 5/4/24 #1 in POLYAMORY ~ 7/4/24 #1 in REVERSEHAREM ~ 7/4/24 #1 in BDSMRELATIONSHIP ~ 11/4/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 1/5/24 #1 in DADDIES ~ 26/5/24 #1 in DOMINANCE ~ 6/6/24 #1 in TEXTTOSPEECH ~ 3/8/24 #1 in DADDYISSUES ~ 18/10/24 #1 in SLOWBURN ~ 20/10/24

"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️