[COMPLETE BUT SEVERELY UNEDITED] 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐨 is sharp tongued, relentless and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of. When a mission fails, she's left trapped in the hands of a man more dangerous than the ghosts chasing her. And just when the smoke starts to clear she realizes this isn't over. It's only just begun... 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 is cold blooded when necessary, charming when it benefits him and deadly no matter the hour. As the heir to a criminal empire, loyalty is everything. But Royal? She's the first thing in years he can't control. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── Thrown together by a war they didn't start, forced to trust when trust could kill them both, Royal and Nico walk a fine line between power, vulnerability and love. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "You're not supposed to root for them. But you will." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a new teacher walks into a classroom she prayed for, a mother watches her family shift beneath her feet, and a man with blood on his hands tries to keep them clean. until feelings get tangled, truths unravel, and love starts showing up in places it shouldn't.

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

Loriionna father always wanted a boy he hated the fact that Loriionna wasn't. he forced her to be a street fighter and a murderer he abused and mistreated her trying to make her a man and her mother was no good she let him. Loriionna finally had enough and use the only way she knows how to get away from them. After gaining freedom, she calculated, she trusts no one and shows no mercy for anybody. Well that's until she meets a sweet woman who too pretty and sweet for her own good and her crazy boyfriend who has a few loose screws and crazy eyes. For the first time in her life She becomes obsessed with something fixated on them and she doesn't know how to handle it.

"Do you see me?" "I always see you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It all started three years ago. During that elusive summer that cracked them all down the middle and changed their lives forever. How do you live with that? How do you change all you know and attempt to live the same? Well, the eight of them are about to learn perhaps you don't just get to live with it, and instead, you need to confront the past. Or maybe just fucking pummel it further into the ground. ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Why were we ever friends?" Dakota mutters, wiping a hand down his face. "Because we all worked well together." Maeve shrugs, "We're all so fucking different. It honestly made this whole thing perfect." Neviah raises a brow, "I think we have different definitions of perfect." "I second that." Victoria hums. "Perhaps deserving?" Phoenix reasons, "We're not perfect, but we're all deserving of each other?" Dylan smiles softly, "I like that."

Theo Brenner knew being a cop would come to bite him in the ass one day. After responding to a domestic disturbance one night, Theo becomes unofficially entangled in a young boys life who is clearly in a situation he doesn't want to talk about but can't escape. Theo crosses professional lines, ethical ones, and eventually...legal ones. New York is loud, chaotic, and constantly watching. [contains mention of mental health issues, addiction, sexual exploitation, homelessness and some other things people might find triggering]

At sixteen, Alex Alexander Hawthorne left England dressed in pressed shirts and expectations he never agreed to carry. At twenty, he comes back smelling of smoke and petrol, riding a motorbike his parents would hate, with scars no one asks about. The Hawthornes are polished, controlled, old money British to the core. Alex is everything they're not-loud, reckless, impulsive. To them, he's trouble. What they don't see is the truth. Four years abroad hardened Alex in ways no one prepared him for. The drinking, the racing, the chaos-it's survival, not rebellion. And while his family watches him like he's a ticking bomb, Alex keeps his real lifeline hidden: a tight-knit group of friends who became his family when he had none. Coming home means facing the people he ran from-and deciding whether he's brave enough to let them see the damage beneath the wild grin.

Five years after Luca Moretti walked away from the only man he ever loved, the city barely recognizes him anymore. He is colder now. Quieter. Sharper around the edges. The reckless boy who raced to disappear is gone-replaced by a man who survives because someone depends on him. Luca is a father. Not by blood, but by choice. His son-three years old, loud, fearless, and loved too fiercely-is the only soft thing Luca allows himself. The boy is raised inside a house full of violence-turned-loyalty: a mafia stepfather who would burn the city for him, stepbrothers who treat him like something sacred, and a grandmother who kisses his scraped knees like they're miracles. Luca never moved on. He just stopped hoping. Elliot Ríos disappeared after the war, believing Luca had built a life without him-believing that was the only way they both survived. He didn't know about the child. He didn't know about the nights Luca spent staring at empty roads. He didn't know the love was still there, intact and unspent. Until a small boy collides with him on a sidewalk. Until a child with Luca's eyes and Luca's temper looks up at him and says, without hesitation: "Sorry, Dad." And then, pointing at Luca- "My other Dad." Book Three is about coming home after devastation, about chosen family, about learning how to love again when the cost is no longer just your own heart. Because some loves don't end. They just wait until the people involved are strong enough to survive them.

Luca Moretti survived his inheritance. He survived gangs, blood debts, and a family built from violence. He learned how to keep moving, how not to feel, how to choose loyalty over truth. Then he meets him. A racer who rides like Luca fights. A man who drinks like Luca runs. A mirror with different scars. They hate each other on sight-because recognition is dangerous, and because falling in love with the enemy would destroy everything they're trying to protect. So they hurt each other instead. They race too close. They fight too hard. They say the things meant to cut deepest. And still, they keep finding each other-on the track, in the dark, far from family, far from safety. Because some love stories aren't meant to save you. They're meant to burn you alive.