Jessa Fischer - They're monsters. For years, the Morinov name has been a ghost. Brutal, ruthless, and terrifyingly anonymous. No one has ever seen their faces and lived to tell the tale. I'm the only exception. They took me one evening, and now I'm at their mercy. In this house of ghosts, I'm starting to realize that the only thing more frightening than the Morinovs' darkness is the part of me that secretly craves it. Morinovs - She's simply a mean for us to solidify our empire. An innocent mafia princess with the misfortune of crossing paths with us. She's supposed to be soft, quiet, and in the background. But the longer she lives with us, the more she defies us. She was once just our captive, but now she's undeniably something more.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The job was supposed to be a lifeline. Broke and alone in a city that doesn't care, Golden Miller answers a vague, high-paying listing for a nanny. The requirements are simple: follow the rules, don't ask questions, and never open the locked doors. But the house is too quiet, and its owner, Sawyer White, is too observant. He's a man who deals in structure and control, and he's decided that Golden is the missing piece in his perfect world. In this house, safety comes at a price. As the boundaries between employee and obsession begin to blur, Golden realizes she hasn't just found a job. She's been recruited into a system that doesn't allow for mistakes and Sawyer isn't the type to give second chances. ⚠️ 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

"She's daddy's girl. Isn't that right, sweetheart? My perfect little girl." A short story of one woman plus five men. 18+

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

"Who is allowed to be your bully?"he whispered as if asking her to reveal a secret between both of them. "You are m-my bully?" Rose said more or less confirming the answer. She tilted her head slightly, a pout morphing on her face as she looked at the male who caused the world population to scatter away in fear. "And you have to do whatever I say." Rose scrunched her nose in confusion, knowing Ares since they were children. She had always known that she had to do a task if he commands her to, but why was he repeating this infront of the whole school? "Come here." he motioned the chocolate eyed girl closer to him, his hands gently smoothing down her blue skirt which was ruffled. "Bow down your head Rose." as soon as the girl tilted her head down, her jet black hair shining in sunlight as she adorably fiddled with the golden button on his coat, soft kisses rained down her head decorated in a braid. Gasps were heard all around. And it was the claim enough, declaring to the world that to whom the innocent girl belonged to ARES. Book 2 devil's vow Standalone **NO TOXIC RELATIONSHIP*

A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** "Please don't punish me. I'll be on time next time. It is just that-" "If next time you speak without my permission, I'll shut you up with my shaft." My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** "You belong to me, Kitten." He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. "I... be...long.. to you, Master..." I'm just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.

Evelyn already lost her mother; how could it get any worse? At least that's what she thought. She's forced to move in with her estranged father where she also meets her stepmother and stepbrother. Evelyn knew what she needed to do, and that's getting a job and returning home. When she can't find a job, her stepbrother, Dimitri, offers her one. Innocent enough, right? Little does she know; she's thrown headfirst into the mafia world. Her feelings for Dimitri grows as she's forced to live with him, but her boyfriend, Mark, is someone her mother would be proud to see her with. Will her dreams change? Will she change? Excerpt: "Ask me nicely." His sultry voice twists my stomach in the best of ways. "Wha- what do you mean?" I mentally kick myself for allowing his power to rule me. This only builds his ego. He leans forward towards my face, his nose barely touching mine. "What is it that you want, piccola." He whispers. What did I want? Oh! That's right, I wanted to leave. "I would like to leave." I take a step back from him so I can focus. A special thank you to Anulekha Kashyap for creating this beautiful book cover! #1 in Mafia #6 in lovetriangle #1 in boyxgirl #1 in stepbrother #1 in daddyissues #5 in romance #1 in forbidden #1 in sexscenes #1 in gangleader #1 in sexy #1 in Italian #1 in matureaudience

Persephone Miller's never had a chance to fall in love, unlike the rest of her lovesick college friends. After recently starting a new job as the PR manager for the Boston Bruins, she finally feels like she's settling into adulthood. Although, with one of her best friends' weddings quickly approaching, her unfavorable luck in love has left her dateless, and feeling left behind. Max Morin. As brooding as he is handsome, the star centre for the Boston Bruins isn't your typical charming, womanizer of a hockey player. After a series of private life revelation, his love for life and work is fading, with the media only squeezing more and more for him as days tick over. The only person who puts him at ease is the clubs new PR manager, her soft smiles from across the room creating a new definition of the word comforting. So when Max finds Persephone in a quiet stairwell after a game, crying over her need for a wedding date, he does something entirely out of his usual emotional bounds, proposing an arrangement. He'll be her date, out of the goodness of his heart, if she promises to make him laugh, just the once. But once both parties find something beneficial in the lives of the other, they find themselves in a web of never-ending arrangements. The pair soon find themselves being pulled together with something stronger than just the confirmation of a handshake, something more needing than just an arrangement. It was never meant to be real, but was it ever truly fake? Highest rankings: 🏅 #1 - workplace #2 - fake date #11 - hockey #1 - icehockey 💕💕

Chloe: (arms crossed, voice laced with mockery) "She looks like a frightened little rabbit. Tell me, Deamon, what exactly do you see in her?" Deamon: (slow, deliberate tone) "Careful, Chloe. Your jealousy is showing." Ava: (softly, gripping her dress nervously) "I... I don't want to cause trouble." Chloe: (laughs coldly, stepping closer) "Oh, sweet girl, you don't have to try. You are trouble." Deamon: (leaning back, eyes never leaving Ava) "She stays. That's not up for debate." Chloe: (narrowing her eyes) "Of course, my king. But don't expect me to welcome your little pet with open arms." Ava shrank under Chloe's glare, but Deamon only smirked, amused by the tension. Deamon: (darkly, voice dripping with authority) "You don't have to welcome her, Chloe. You just have to remember your place." ❤️🖤❤️ contains 18+ content and has dark romance, abusive content and unpleasant language. beware before reading #1 in #caged #10 in #king #4 in #mistress #4 in #cute