The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.

Ronan Morozov, the ruthless pakhan of the Bratva, needs a wife. Years ago, at a ballet performance bathed in light and music, he noticed Ivory Grace Bennett. One dance was all it took. From that moment on, he watched her quietly, patiently, from the shadows. Ivory's father owes Ronan millions. When Ivory's father cannot repay it, he offers the only bargaining chip he has left. His daughter. Ronan accepts without hesitation. What Ivory doesn't know is that the marriage was never about the debt. From the moment Ronan saw her dance, he had already claimed her as his. And now, he intends to make sure she knows it. _________________ #23 - eroticromance out of 17.1k (7/16/25) #11 - darkromance out of 65.9k (8/31/25) #8 - criminal out of 24.5k (8/31/25) #4 - ballet out of 6.34k (2/28/26) #66 - love out of 2.53mil (3/11/26)

You've been part of TF141 for 3 years now. You got along amazingly with everyone, except for one person. Ghost He had always been cold towards you, until recently...something changed in him. He couldn't keep his distance from you anymore. You were irresistible, and he just had to have you.

But he's your dad's best friend? You found yourself doing the one thing that you had sworn off years ago, returning to your hometown the summer of your junior year in college. The town you last left with heavy bags and an even heavier heart when you were still naive and full of hope that the big city would bring you opportunities and the "college experience." It disappointed. Leaving you with a suspension crumpled in the bottom of your glove box, a heavier alcohol tolerance, and a mission to swear off boys your age for good. What you didn't expect was how much unfinished business and tightly knotted ties still remained, tugging you in different directions. From family drama to buried grudges, and one lifelong crush in the mix... I bring you "His Own Darling." A Dean Winchester/Jenson Ackles x Reader Fanfic.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

He didn't steal me. He claimed me. One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came. When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark. Damien Voss. The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me. Now he does. He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his. Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me. Break me. Remake me. And the worst part? Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to. When he touches me, I forget to be afraid. When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it. When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go. This isn't love. This is obsession. And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to.

Helena Alton accepts a summer position at Wetherbrook Hall, expecting only to maintain the discipline of her student and the structure of her days. But she quickly draws the attention of Reginald Sutton: eccentric, wealthy and far too used to getting what he wants. What begins as pursuit and quiet opposition soon sharpens into a psychological dance of control, restraint and unspoken obsession. Reginald orchestrates a game that shifts the very walls of the house to bring her closer. The question is no longer whether she'll leave, but how long he'll let her think she can. ~ She gasped and twisted, but he'd already swept her off the ground in one ridiculous, showman's flourish. Her feet dangled, skirts swaying, while his laughter puffed warm and self-satisfied behind her ear. "Oh, darling canary" Reginald mused, as though this were all her fault, "you do make it so very easy."

"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.

"Please let me go." I scream hitting my fists against his back. My hands hit him repeatedly. He drops me down suddenly and for a second I thought he was letting me go. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Mysteker 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I scream loudly from frustration I throw everything across the room. The TV smashes. Glass decor shatters. The room becomes a mess. Tears sting my eyes. I scream again. Then I feel his arms around me. Caging me into a hug as I let out a sob of frustration. I'm stuck here. Again. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Aurora has been stalked for the past 3 months by a man who she drunkingly spent a night with. She has no memory of his face making it harder to find out who he is. Aurora has no clue that her stalker could be someone far or someone so close to her. ♡♡♡ Noah has been fascinated and obsessed with Aurora ever since that night and decides to stalk her after realising she has no memory of him, making it a game for Aurora to find out his actual identity. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Claire Williams a young naive religious girl unknownly befriends a Don belonging to one of the most powerful mafia family around the world. Luca Genovese the Don of the Genovese crime family meets with an unexpected suprise, a little girl at the altar when he ventures out to one of his newest project. He knew she was too good, he tried to stay away but the monster within him gets more and more obsessed with her as the days past. Now she has to face the consequences.. D/M/Y 17/06/2018 - 1# Darklove Warning : Mature content