Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔-𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. I chose him. I was forced to. But I never expected Mateo Marcelli to be battling his demons. Known as the most ruthless consigliere, he seals every deal-whether his enemies agree or not. The world fears him. The underground bows to him. And now, I'm bound to him. His presence is demanding-dangerous, all-consuming. I should run, I should fear him before he consumes me too. But something about his glare when his eyes look at me, it sets me ablaze. Twisting fear into desire. My heart whispers a truth my mind refuses to accept: Mateo Marcelli will never hurt me. Even when he offers me an escape... 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆.

Luca Moretti was supposed to be a legend - until a career-ending injury turned the league's most feared forward into its coldest coach. Discipline is all he has left, and he wields it like a weapon. The players respect him. The press fears him. And behind closed doors, control isn't just his reputation - it's his release. Isola Ren never planned to come back to the sport that destroyed her family. But when she's hired as the team's new physical therapist, she finds herself face-to-face with the man whose name once filled her brother's stories. Luca Moretti. Arrogant. Commanding. Off-limits. Their first clash sparks more than anger. His warning is low and dangerous: "Careful, little girl. I break the ones who talk back." She should walk away. She doesn't. In a world where pain and passion skate the same thin ice, control becomes the most dangerous game of all. And when secrets from the past resurface, both will have to decide what they're willing to risk - for forgiveness, for obsession, and for something that feels a lot like love. A dark, age-gap hockey romance full of tension, obsession, and the kind of heat that burns slow and deep.

['Bad Blood' Series Book #2] 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. Now he's a name I was warned never to speak. 𝐀𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬-a ruthless kingmaker my father would 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, and he has no idea who I really am. I came to 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 the secret that would ruin my family, but the lines blur with every look he gives me-a possessive fire that has nothing to do with my resume. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝐇𝐈𝐌 She's a liar. A beautiful, infuriating ghost from a past a bullet stole from me. My mind doesn't know her, but my body remembers everything. She's a weapon, and she's been pointed directly at my head. She thinks she's playing me, but I see the 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 in her eyes. She came here to 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁 for secrets. She has no idea she's the one being 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨.

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. ➪ 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 is the very definition of living a peaceful life, well she was. That was until her heart was broken by her boyfriend of six years and suddenly she's in bed with the asshole she can't stand, who also happens to live across the hall; Alessio Collins. 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒 is closed off, a jackass some will say. He has little to no friends and puts his free time into boxing or photography. Sometimes girls, well 𝘢 girl. His whole world suddenly revolves around Niella when he finds out their one night stand led to a whole lot more. Now their life's are thrown into a loop only themselves can figure out. But will their love overpower the problems and past they both seem to struggle with? {YES this is a pregnancy trope. Pleaseee read the tags}

I opened my mouth maybe to say it was okay, maybe to ask something but the words died when he suddenly leaned across the console, cupping my face between his large, calloused hands. "I missed you," he murmured, almost like he hated admitting it. Then his mouth crashed onto mine. I gasped, his lips fierce and claiming, his body crowding into mine as if he needed to consume me. His kiss wasn't soft it was hungry, demanding everything I had to give. . . . Issa Andrews is beyond excited to start her first semester at Redwood University. Naïve, bright-eyed, and full of hope, that's how most would describe her. She has dreams of her own, goals she's determined to chase. But when a certain boxer crosses her path, will everything she's worked for come crashing down?

Kicking sand into a black girl's fresh braids probably wasn't the best way to make friends for six-year-old Marshall Stone. In fact, that's how he found a rival. Love Lewis has always disliked the boy that had her mother on a rampage when she came home with sandy hair in the first grade. She thought that would be the first and last she'd be seeing of him. Oh, how lucky she is to continue the rest of her elementary, middle, and high school years with him. Imagine the relief she felt when they began attending different colleges - ten minutes away from each other but far enough for her. Two years of only having to see him at basketball games and the occasional party turned into the result of maybe his worst idea to date. When Marshall Stone decides to rope her into a not-so-well-thought-out plan to fool his father and soon-to-be-step-mother into thinking he has a girlfriend, Love couldn't be more confused. She's sure he has girls falling at his feet, ready to throw themselves at him, completely willing to fake a relationship just for some alone time with him. So why her? Unfortunately, Marshall doesn't even know the answer to that question. But who said you can't find Love when you least expect it? Copyright © MIDNXGHTSUN

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?