"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

WARNING: use of "daddy" please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. It is not used sexually, only sweetly. In the heart of winter, she found the house. In the silence of it, she found him. When a storm drives Odessa off-course and out of time, she stumbles upon a secluded estate buried deep in the northern woods-a place untouched by maps and myth alike. Desperate for shelter, she knocks once on a towering door and meets a man who has not opened it for anyone in years. Lucien is cold. Immaculate. Reclusive. A man carved from silence and secrets. Once a prince of something long dissolved, he now lives alone among books and ghosts, content to keep the world at arm's length. But she arrives soft-spoken and shivering, with nowhere else to go. And something about her-about the hush of her voice, the way she almost doesn't take up space-makes him let her stay. What begins as reluctant hospitality turns into something slower, sweeter, and more dangerous.

Blue hated her dad's best friend, Brandon. He was tall, scary, and mean. He was the drummer in her dad's band. Every time they saw each other, a scowl was on his face. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him, she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would race. He was so much older than her, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. She thought he hated her too, until he kissed her. Until he touched her.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒏...𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Nova knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every offhand comment laced with something just shy of inappropriate-she loved pushing him. And Professor Steele? He was ice in a tailored suit. Distant. Disdainful. A master of dismissing her with a single look. But Nova wasn't blind-he may have played the role of the untouchable professor, but there was something in his eyes when she got too close. The line they danced around for weeks-taunting it, toeing it, pretending it didn't matter-shattered beneath the weight of a single moment. It was gentle. It was careful. It was the kind of night that branded itself into her skin. And Nova-the girl who always played it cool-found herself spiraling. Obsession bloomed like a bruise beneath the surface, spreading fast and deep.

"One kiss won't hurt, right? Just one, I promise" He whispered holding my face. "It's wrong" I said. I knew I was just lying to myself. "I've waited so long for one kiss" He whispered his lips a breath away from mine. "When you left I thought I meant nothing to you. You can't do this to me now" I said feeling vulnerable. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me"

Alan Romano was only seventeen when his father was murdered, and the boy, he had been died with him. His revenge was ruthless, bloody, and absolute-leaving only one witness behind: Aveline. A quiet five-year-old girl with candy-sticky fingers... and eyes that looked at him as if he weren't a monster. He should have walked away. But he didn't. He made a promise. Now Alan is trapped between two worlds-the rising chaos of the mafia he's inheriting, and the child he's sworn to protect at all costs. What begins as duty twists into something darker: a possessive, consuming obsession to be the only person she trusts, the only one she needs, the only place she ever turns. As Aveline grows, so does Alan's devotion-warped, fierce, and inseparable from the violence and shadows inside him. And when she turns eighteen, the line he swore he'd never cross finally shatters... dragging them both into a world of obsession, sin, and a love born from promises he will keep at any cost.

"You think I haven't noticed you before?" He asks, out of the blue, turning his head as he watches my facial expressions with amusement, leaning back into his chair, unbothered. I stare at him, trying to cover the shock displayed on my face, but he still caught my reaction, smirking. How could he have noticed me before? Does that mean he... knows? "When?" I ask, my voice trembling under his sharp gaze. "The first day of year 10. You had your hair out, with a cute little headband on. You also wore a pink hoodie with that short ass white skirt." He spoke, looking up at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember exactly what I wore on the first day of school. How could he have possibly remembered what I wore on the first day of school? It's been a year! "How did you?-" I begin to question but he cuts me off. "Who wouldn't remember a pretty thing like you? You're beautiful." ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Amelia Raven always had feelings for him. She always grew red as she watched him talking with his friends. Her feelings had grew and she wanted to get closer to him but never had the courage to. Asher Anderson always watched her every move, amusement glistening in his eyes as he watched her turn the corner to hide away from him. He began to grow interest in her and demanded the principle to set up tutoring sessions with her. From then on, his interest for her only grew. ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Silent Heartthrob by Heavenlyxn 🦢

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.