After getting attacked one summer night, 19-year-old Elle Russo doesn't want to be weak anymore. Deciding to get a self-defense teacher sounded easy until it ends up being the guy she hates most from her childhood. Elle is known for her sweetness, but he brings out her venom. Nico Cross is very quiet and to himself. The only time he speaks is to make sarcastic remarks or tell people to shut up. With a gaze that makes you shiver, most people choose to not speak a word to him. Hating each other and seeing each other everyday isn't a good mix. They push each others' buttons and hate nobody in the world more than they hate each other. But as time goes on, they both soon realize, Sometimes you hate something to keep yourself from loving it. ---------- "Why would I be scared of you?" I asked. "What are you gonna do, kill me?" He leaned forward, and I could feel his breathing against my skin. I whispered, "I think you want to kiss me."

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise. Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir... But that wasn't the case for Serenity. On the other hand, she preferred to remain out of it. Therefore, Serenity's name was recognised throughout the world simply as only Serenity, the Mafia Princess who avoided the violent life of crime, instead, spent most of her time with Butterscotch, her ginger cat. Leading up to her second year of college, she sets goals to do nothing but study, try to party a little more, and not get attached to any boys. Because the last thing she wanted was to be heartbroken. Only when heartless and stunningly beautiful Silver Ceraso enters her life, she can't help but watch all of her morals crumble to her feet 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 When Mafia families unite, Serenity and Silver become closer - and so, will Serenity be able to keep her love intact and away from Silver? And will Silver Ceraso allow the beautiful Serenity to captivate and capture him with her ways, allowing all barriers and wars in his mind to be tamed and destroyed? But the real question is, even if this does end happily for all, who's to guarantee that a complicated secret lying above the surface can't ruin everything?

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Aurelia Lavender has only 2 months left in New York before starting her next semester in Madrid. Bored and feeling like she has nothing keeping her in America, she's ready to change the course of her life. But when her brother Marino, who's involved in the mafia, kills the dons son and begins to fear for his sisters' life, he asks the cold and cruel hitman Casper Armani to protect her until she leaves. After all, nobody would dare cross Casper in fear of losing their life. Having skeletons in his closet and needing a favor because of it, Casper agrees. He is only given one rule: Don't fall in love. As the two get to know each other, that rule is really put to the test. When falling in love is forbidden, will Casper continue to protect Aurelia? Or will it become too much for his cold heart to handle?