Maddy didn't choose to leave. One day, her father decided. No warning. No explanation. Just a new house, a new town, and a life that doesn't feel like hers. Something here feels wrong. People look at her like they already know her. Like they're waiting. Like they're watching. And then there's him. Malikai Sterling notices everything. The way she flinches. The way she goes quiet. The way she hides behind neutral like it might protect her. "Are you okay?" he asks. He's the only one who does. But the way he looks at her... it doesn't feel like concern. It feels like something else. Something deeper. Something that lingers too long. He calls her angel. And for a moment, she almost believes him. Until everything starts to unravel. Because the truth about her family was never gone- just buried deep enough to survive. Her father isn't who he says he is. Her mother didn't just disappear. And the one person who knows her best is getting too close to something she shouldn't. Malikai isn't safe. But neither is anything else. And when he leaves- he doesn't just take himself with him. He takes something from her she won't get back. Some girls run from the darkness. Maddy doesn't. She lets it in.

I stitched him up. One bleeding stranger in my bookstore. One act of mercy I can't take back. Now he's decided I belong to him. Lucifer de Rivel doesn't ask permission. He doesn't negotiate. He watches through hidden cameras, sends armed men to drag me off the street, locks me in a penthouse prison twenty floors above Paris. He calls it protection. His eyes promise something darker. "You weren't afraid when I was bleeding on your floor, Angel. You should be terrified now." I'm nineteen. A virgin. An orphan with nothing but books and borrowed time. He's twenty-one. A monster. The most dangerous man in Paris with emerald eyes and hands that have buried enemies alive. He says the Russian mafia wants to use me against him. But the cage he's built isn't about safety. It's about possession. And the worst part? I'm starting to forget why I wanted to escape. ___ A glimpse "Oui. Again. And again. Until you can't walk without feeling me inside you." I pinned her beneath me, grinding hard against her slick entrance. "I want to fuck you while you're still swollen from me. Want to make you scream." "Lucifer-" I bit her neck, marking her. "Say you're mine." She tensed, defiant. "No." My cock throbbed at her fire. I pressed just the tip inside, then pulled back. "Then you don't get this." She squirmed, frustrated, wet, needy. "You're an asshole." "I'm honest." I rocked against her clit, teasing. "You came to my bed. Let me inside you. Chose this. Now say it-because it's true." Silence. Trembling. Her pride cracking. Then, a broken whisper: "Yours. God, I'm yours.Happy,now?" Triumph surged. "Ecstatic," I growled-and slammed deep in one brutal thrust. __________ A dark mafia romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Break : Lucifer's Reign | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 2nd book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

Arya Rycroft is everything the world hadn't managed to corrupt-yet. At twenty-four, she is a brilliant doctor with steady hands and a heart that still believes in mercy. She stitches wounds no one else will touch. She whispers reassurances to the dying. She believes every life is worth saving. Until the night she saves a man who has ended hundreds. Nikolai Salvatori is twenty-seven and already sits at the helm of an empire carved from bone and betrayal. Ruthless. Untouchable. Worshipped and feared in equal measure. His name is spoken in lowered voices. His mercy is a myth. He was meant to die on her operating table. Instead, he opens his eyes-and decides she belongs to him. What begins as a debt twists into an obsession. Nikolai doesn't just crave her kindness; he wants to consume it. He wants the light in her eyes when she argues with him. The tremor in her breath when she realizes exactly what he is. He wants to be the only shadow she ever knows. And men like him do not ask. They take . As blood stains the edges of Arya's carefully built world, the lines between protector and predator blur. Nikolai will destroy anyone who dares look at her. He will burn cities, crush rivals, drown the world in violence-if it means she remains untouched. But the most dangerous thing in her life isn't his enemies. It's him. Because loving a monster is one thing. Becoming his is another.

"Tell me, Gianna," he says her name like a caress and a threat combined. "Were you disappointed?" He steps closer. Invasive. Possessive. "That I wasn't fighting? That you didn't get to see the Devil play?" His hand leaves her hair to trace her jawline-that same touch from before, the one that made her breath catch. "Because I don't fight for entertainment," he breathes, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. "I fight when something is worth fighting for. When something is worth taking." His eyes burn into hers. "And I'm trying to decide, kotyonok..." The hand on her jaw tightens just slightly. "Are you worth the war I'd start to keep you?" They say the devil doesn't come with horns. He comes with power, legacy, and a smile that promises ruin. At Halgrave University, last names are weapons and secrets are currency. This is a world built for monsters-heirs raised on violence, dominance, and control. And at the center of it all stands Nikolai Vetrova-cold, untouchable, and feared even by those born into darkness. He was never meant to notice her. She was never meant to survive him. What begins as hostility turns into obsession. What feels like hate bleeds into desire. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes-loving him isn't dangerous. Surviving him is. Because some men don't fall in love. They claim. They ruin. And once the devil touches you, he never lets go. He is the Future Pakhan of the Bratva While she is the Cosa Nostra Princess. [Book #1 in House of Halgrave Series] ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark romance themes, explicit sexual content (smut), violence, blood, weapons, criminal activities, morally grey characters, depictions of self-harm, PTSD, trauma responses, and emotionally intense scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

"P-please. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me." I begged him, wrapping my arms around myself, as though that would keep me from completely falling apart. "I'm not going to hurt you princess." He told me comfortingly. His hand raised to my face and his fingers ghosted over the cut from uncle's ring. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. My name is Lorenzo Conti. Will you tell me your name?" Nora Phillips didn't think she would ever escape her uncle's grasp. Little did she know knights in shining armor could come in the form of mafia bosses. As soon as Lorenzo saw her, he knew he had to save her, but can he protect her from everything? Can he be her protettore? Rated M for language and violence. REVISIONS AND EPILOGUE HAVE BEEN POSTED!