Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

"Noooo" I cried as I desperately prayed to be anywhere else but here. I struggled in the painful grip, my face was yanked upward forcefully through my hair. 
There were those eyes, the eyes that watched me live in hell every single second, the eyes that smiled at my pain and misery, the eyes of the monster I ran away from. 
"Long time no see, little snow." 
My heart dropped in terror as I stared into the familiar face that haunted my nightmares. SHATTERED REPUBLISHING ❤️

Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

"It was you" Her eyes met his. Her heartbeat sped up in tremendous fear. Meera, an 20 year old young girl who was once loved by everyone was now the one whose mere presence felt like poison to her loved once. What game did her fate played that she lost everyone who she loved. Was it just fate or did someone purposely twisted the strings of her fate. Join the journey of Meera and her deceptive fate.

That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA #Upcoming Sept 2025

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

He rules Manhattan's underworld with blood. She was never supposed to touch it. Serena Hale lives behind locked doors and careful routines, hiding the scars of a past no one sees. Her quiet flower shop is her sanctuary-until Theo Sorrentino walks in. Cold. Lethal. Untouchable. They call him the Devil of Manhattan, a king among criminals who crushes anyone that breathes wrong in his direction. But when Theo looks at Serena, something breaks. Something dangerous. He wants her. Gentle, unshakable, his. Serena knows monsters. She sees the violence curled beneath Theo's expensive suits and calm control. But the way he protects her-the way he watches her-pulls her into a world she swore she'd never enter. Now the bodies are piling up, and the war is coming home. And in the wreckage of power, betrayal, and blood, love might be the most dangerous thing of all. Because in Theo's world, you don't fall in love. You survive it.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK