"I think we should stick to a professional relationship, clearly this friendship isn't doing us good." "I don't think I can do that." We were in a crowded room but his soft words never failed to reach me. "Why not?" His hands clenched at his side almost like he wanted to touch me but he held himself back clenching his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because not once did I ever see you as a friend Ellanore." "You said all you wanted was my time- what about that does not insinuate a friendship?" I questioned him. "If I clarify what I meant then it will all be over." His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Not talking to you for 4 days was torturous as is, I don't think I can do forever." There it was, that tickle in my chest. That uncomfortable and suffocating feeling that honestly scares me more than it should. I lower my gaze because one more second of me staring into those eyes might lead me to make even more mistakes than I already have. "I'm sorry for putting you through that, Alecsandr." "If you're sorry-" He took another step closer, almost scaring my feet to retreat to safer grounds. "Then stop avoiding me Ella." ------------------------------------------------------------ Ellanore Presley has her sights set on making Partner at Dane's & Partners and claiming her rightful place at her family's table. But when her client, the enigmatic and irresistibly charming Alecsandar Balenski, keeps inventing reasons to be in her presence, she finds herself in a battle of will, torn between professional ethics and the captivating pull of his intense gazes. Published: July 31 2025 Completed: November 10 2025.

[COMPLETED] "I-I've never kissed anyone before." Matthew whispers and my eyes widen in shock. This gorgeous giant has never kissed anyone before. Then that must mean...... "Are you a virgin?" I whisper, playing with his tie as he looks up at me from his seated position with wide eyes. He gulps and I can tell he's embarrassed as his neck begins to tint red. "I am." ••• Amara Wesley, a student in her final year at university, studying English Literature becomes infatuated by her new professor, Matthew James. Matthew James is an antisocial man, with a huge scar on his cheek that would scare people off with just one look, it is difficult for him to express that deep down he is a friendly giant who wouldn't hurt a fly. He is also pulled in by Amara's playful personality and beautiful looks but they both know what they're about to do could turn into chaos. Forbidden Chaos. #1 in student / April 2021 / September 2021 #1 in loving / April 2021 / September 2021 #1 in fictional characters/ September 2021

17/45 Flora n'est pas duchesse. Elle n'a pas été élevée pour évoluer en bonne société. Mais quand son oncle et la duchesse de Fay décident de la faire passer pour une noble au bal donné par le roi d'Italie, Angelo, elle est bien contrainte de leur obéir. Bien malgré elle, elle se fait remarquer lors de la réception en éructant à la vue et à l'ouïe de tous, y compris le roi. Angelo, lassé des habitudes de la cour, y voit l'occasion de se divertir, de trouver enfin un intérêt à quelque chose. Il la retrouve sur le balcon où elle se cache et l'emmène danser, puis la kidnappe. Sans y avoir été préparée, Flora se retrouve au palais royal où elle devra apprendre à connaître Angelo pour combler le fossé qui les sépare. Tome 1 de I Fratelli Chieso : King Angelo Couverture réalisée par Ashley Brandy

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

WARNING __________ This story is a dark romance. It will contain dark subjects, some of which may be triggering to certain readers. Subjects that may be featured are self-harm, violence and abuse and rape. It may also mention or reference sexual themes and isn't limited to other dark topics. THIS BOOK IS NOT SMUT! There is also swearing and bad language. I AM NOT GLORIFYING THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! See introduction chapter for more information. DESCRIPTION ______________ Life is hard enough without the twists and turns that many of us face along our way. Alice Green was a victim of abuse, a relationship ending in disaster. Yet despite this Alice has still come out the other side strong, or so she says. Working as a criminal psychologist had always been a dream for her, however it soon turned into a nightmare when Alice is kidnapped by a ruthless mafia Don who will not rest until she truly belongs to him.

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

BOOK 2 of : The Night We Met (BWWM / +18) After five years settling down, Aliyah finds her world shattered when Alessio, the supposedly dead father of her children, reappears. Determined to get his family back, and especially his wife, he brings back to life desires she thought had been silenced, threatening to turn her whole life upside down. COMMENT, LIKE, SHARE if you liked it more it will push me to continue 🥰 Give your opinion so I can write the next part (I've got lots of scenarios in mind that will evolve according to your opinions) *if there are any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me, English is not my mother tongue

After a misunderstanding with her husband during a trip to Italy, Aliyah meets Alessio, an attractive and mysterious Italian, on the streets of Parleme. Back in New York, Alessio pursues her, and despite her resistance, she finally falls into a passionate but risky affair. COMMENT, LIKE, SHARE if you liked it more it will push me to continue 🥰 Give your opinion so I can write the next part (I've got lots of scenarios in mind that will evolve according to your opinions) *if there are any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me, English is not my mother tongue