One minute, Clara was walking home. The next, she was gone. Kidnapped off the street by three strangers-Ezra, Silas, and Lucian-she wakes up in a mansion too perfect to be real. Every room is tailored to her. Every meal, every hobby, every word-they knew everything. And now they expect her to play along in their twisted version of a family. They wanted her. To them, Clara is the missing piece. The daughter they've been waiting for. The one they've been preparing for. Every room is made for her. Every rule is meant to shape her. And every smile hides something sick. Ezra. Calm, calculating, always three steps ahead. No matter how careful Clara is, he sees through her. Every lie. Every escape attempt. Every flicker of rebellion. Silas is distant and cold, but dangerous in his silence. Silas keeps his distance-but when he looks at her, it's like he sees straight through. And Lucian... Lucian's the gentle one.The one who brings her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and brushes her hair. The one who says this is all for her own good. Lucian is soft-spoken and kind... almost like he wants her to believe this could be real. But it isn't. They don't want her freedom. They want her obedience. Her love. Her role. They call it family. She calls it a nightmare. But if Clara wants to survive, she might have to play along. Even if it means pretending to love her captors. _________________________________________ Author's Note: This is a story I've been wanting to post and now I've finally done it. I would really appreciate your support by voting on the chapters and by commenting, or just leaving suggestions you would like me to incorporate, I'm more than happy to read your suggestions. •Any pictures seen or used throughout this book is not mine, I used Pinterest to cultivate all my ideas. [All credit must go to the rightful owners] DISCLAIMER: This book is not a dark romance, mafia-related, intimate book, it doesn't contain themes associated with those genre

In 1950s Harlem, where racism, poverty, and secrets brew behind every closed door, eighteen-year-old Tariq Matthews is just trying to stay out of trouble. Raised by his strong-willed mother, he balances school, friends, and the heavy weight of survival. But everything changes the day he crosses paths with Alexander Moretti-a wealthy, ruthless, and much older Italian Mafia don. What starts as curiosity quickly ignites into a dangerous affair. Alexander is power, privilege, and temptation wrapped in expensive suits and hidden scars. He opens Tariq's world to luxury and risk, love and control-but loving a man like Alexander comes with a price. As Harlem buzzes with gossip, as church pews fill with whispers, and as violence creeps closer to their doorstep, Tariq must choose between the comfort of familiarity and the seductive pull of forbidden love. In a world that doesn't see them as human, can their love survive the weight of secrets, pride, and blood? A interracial gay romance set in 1952, gritty, raw and unforgettable.

SLOW UPDATES. This is a Polygamy book so if that bothers you don't read it. ______________ Go through the journey of life with Arcani. She goes through trials and tribulations but she always comes out on top. ______________ -Jaa．

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Pain is all I ever felt thru my whole life

Braelyn is the sweetest boy you could ever meet. Despite him being heartbroken from his previous relationship, he never show it. He wasn't looking for a relationship. Atleast that's what he thought until he met THEM... Jamir and Darius, 2 of the biggest hood niggas and drug dealers from the raq.

Follow several werewolf rejectees on their journey to acceptance and adaptation to the new world the moon goddess is setting them up for. There are multiple couplings and intersecting stories. This story is mature meaning for 18+. There will be no warnings other than what's in tags. You're adults you should be able to handle it.

"And if I kiss you...in the garden...in the moonlight will you pardon me and tiptoe through the tulips with me?"😊

*REWRITE CAN BE FOUND ON MY ACCOUNT, THIS VERSION IS DISCONTINUED Adonis had been alive for an excruciatingly long time. His heart shattered over and over as he watched those he loved constantly die, betray him, or simply disappear altogether. After countless centuries of struggle, he had everything in the palm of his hand and had no use for the dark, shrivelled mess that remained of his heart. Until she was born - perfection incarnate. He thought she was a myth, but there she was, the one thing he could love without fear, the one thing that could never leave him. The fated Blood Witch, with an immortal soul just as his. He would give her the world, in exchange for remaining by his side for eternity. No one would take her from him. But poor Adonis never imagined his precious treasure would escape him of her own will...