Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

QUEENS OF CHOAS SERIES PREQUEL!!! Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

Moving is never fun, moving into your new stepdad's house because your mom decided to remarry again is even less fun, and being sent away unexpectedly to an unjustifiably expensive boarding school is the least fun of all. Out of all the things that have gone wrong in Kayden's life, the least expected was catching feelings for his rival. Elias Astor is annoying, and cocky, and Kayden can't seem to keep his eyes off of him. As much of an arrogant asshole as he is, Elias somehow makes life in their stuffy boarding school more bearable. #1 in darkacademia [5/16/22] #1 in ADHD [2/7/22] #2 in lgbt [10/4/21] #3 in boardingschool [10/4/21] #9 in enemiestolovers [10/4/21]

I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude" #3 in "Servant" #22 in "ManxMan"

My name's Aurora. Aurora Russo. And for a long time, I thought pain was normal. That love came with bruises. Then they happened- strangers who are my brothers. Loud. Cold. Angry. Yet somehow... they saved me. Not all at once. Not perfectly. But piece by piece, they pulled me out of the dark. This is the story of before them, and after. Of everything I lost. And everything I'm still trying to find. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ❀ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Nikita Gill once said, "The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost." Almost-the word that's followed Aurora like a shadow her whole life. She almost felt safe. She almost had a real family. She almost escaped the pain. She almost gave up. After years of silent suffering at the hands of those meant to protect her, she's finally free. She's shipped off to live with the only blood she has left: 7 older brothers she doesn't remember-hardened by violence, secrets, and a name feared in the underworld. What she doesn't know? They're part of the mafia. What they don't know? How to love her. Will they ever accept her as their sister? Or will she be just another casualty in their broken world? ∧,,,∧ ~ ┏━━━━━━━━┓ ( ̳• · • ̳) ~ ♡Best Rankings Had♡ / づ ~ ┗━━━━━━━━┛ #1 almost #1 abusive content #1 sisters and brothers #1 underage drug use #1 drugs #1 older brothers #1 ptsd awareness #1 hated #1 alcoholism #1 russo #1 weapon #1 bullying awarness #3 mafia princess #4 ptsd #5 mafia #5 family #5 mafia brothers #9 aurora #12 love

Prince Sage, the man next in line to be king, offers to nurture a dying house plant back to life. He soon realises that the plant has a mind of its own, and perhaps a body too. Sage Green knows only rules. He doesn't break them, he doesn't do anything to look out of place. He sets a strong example and lives to make his parents proud. Though Sage is very out of touch with his passions. He lives to please, he lives to do his duty. Sage doesn't like to inspire, or to search for inner peace, or to truly appreciate the land beyond his Palace walls. That is, until his new Valet brings chaos to his comfortable world.

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"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

Zander Day is like a sunflower, happy and bright no matter what happens. Cain Gallo is like a thorn, sharp and willing to cut anyone that gets in his way. What happens when these two meet? Will Cain's thorns tear this sunflower apart, or will Zander show that sunflowers can grow their own thorns? ⇇ ⇉ I panted as I watched the blood drip from my fingers. There was so much, I never knew that one human body could hold so much blood. My breathing began to pick up as I looked around me, his men were all around me, watching me with shocked expressions. The room began to spin until all I saw was him. His eyes were dark as he stepped toward me, I couldn't move, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Soon he was in front of me, whipping the blood from my mouth. "That was so hot." He said in his rough voice before he brought our lips together in a scorching kiss. Then nothing mattered. It didn't matter that I was covered in blood, that there was a dead body in front of us, that his men were still in the room. The only thing that mattered was getting our bodies as close together as possible. I ran my hands through his hair, soaking it with blood as I pulled him closer to me. He growled low in his throat as he yanked my head back with my hair, "you know better than to tell me where to go, pup." I gulped and looked up at him through my lashes. My heart began to beat faster as I anticipated my punishment. "I'm sorry, Master." This book is MATURE due to violence, sexual activities, and language. Content Warning: Cheating, Stalking, Sexual Abuse, Mention of Rape

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.