She takes the job because it pays too well to ask questions. He's an underground boxer with a private gym, a dangerous last name, and a reputation nobody explains out loud. Focused. Disciplined. Off-limits in every way that matters. She's there to keep fighters healthy, nothing more. No distractions. No lines crossed. But tension doesn't care about rules. Between late nights at the gym, lingering looks, and a pull neither of them names, lines blur fast. And when family business starts bleeding into the ring, she realizes this job comes with more than bruises. Some things happen in the spotlight. Everything else happens between rounds.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

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?

the youngest Moore finds herself entangled with a certain Irish vampire as she battles to survive till sunrise. OC x Bo Chow Oc x Remmick (main)

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

❝ the pain they cause will always be something to forgive, but never forget... ❞ Trouble brews between a random group of girls and the school's most popular boys. The Kings. Aleyuh Sinclair isn't someone who lets people walk all over her. Well except one person. Having an friends with benefits with the most rich and powerful King, Damon Aetos wasn't on her list. But lo and behold. Their relationship was always rocky. But when a new guy comes along, their relationship crumbles. Or does it? Nadia Chen is a very timid girl. She minds her own business and she's in her own world most of the time. But one party just happens to unite her to her opposite. Jace Davenport. Who also happens to be a King. He's supposed to be the nice one. But not when it comes to Nadia. Kamilla Santiago wasn't a dumb blonde. She was just slower at learning things. So getting tutoring from Ezra Madeira was no problem. But it just happens that said King wants nothing to do with the human race. So how does their relationship turn from tutoring to a fake relationship? Avalon Sinclair was fine being the school's rich bitch. That was until her relationship with Apollo Santiago fell apart. He broke her heart and how he wants it back. Even when there are...complications. Julianna Saballos was a disappointment. She knew it in her heart. It's what everyone thought of her. She didn't let it affect her though. That's until Micah Abdul showed up, hating her in the process. He unlikely showed her that her life was worth living. Even if he didn't mean it. Watch and read as these girls are thrown into life's worst situations. They have to battle everything. Especially love...hate. Multiple POV'S

Damian Hayes had ambition, power, and no room for strings attached. Elara Everly had innocence, dreams, and a heart he'd broken. Three years later, politics; a thread woven from power and corruption, throws them together again. This time, she's a fearless journalist, and he's the president. The stakes are higher, the tension slicing, and the past refuses to stay buried. "Kiss me," his lips grazed hers, his voice a dangerous murmur. "Kiss me... and I'll withdraw the attack on your pathetic boyfriend." Updates everyday :)

Leo Rivera. Yeah, he's an asshole. He likes power, he likes control, and he clearly has secrets, I'm not supposed to know. Every girl wants him. Not me. So how the hell did I end up as his intern... and pressed against a wall? "Don't lie, Sofia," he whispered against my neck. "You know you want me." Expect the unexpected when you read. ;) A Dark Romance #1 in enemies (Dec 5th) #1 in brooding (Dec 5th) #1 steamyromance (Dec 7th) ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴɴɪᴇꜱ!!! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes.Reader discretion is advised.

"You're the fucking reason why we've got left!" he shouted "Oh, I'm the reason!?" he groaned out of frustration, running his hand through his hair. "didn't I just said you were?" "fuck you!" I shot back, throwing sand at him. he glared before running after me, catching up fast. his hands grabbed my waist, pushing me down into the sand. our eyes locked, breaths heavy. the anger on his face was clear. my bikini top had slipped, with my nipple exposing me. "don't fucking play with me, indigo," he said voice low, fixing my bikini top before pulling away. his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer before he stood up. --- 𝐓𝐖𝐎 rival swimmers who can't stand each other... 𝐎𝐍𝐄 college trip to a deadly deserted island. When their constant bickering gets them left behind in the middle of a storm, they're forced to stay together on an island for 365 days. A year together of 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, and 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 that were always there.. but was just hidden #1 swimmers #1 romancefanfiction - 🌊🦀🐬; - 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 - 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 - 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑E SCENES -𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.