Virion Kethlana was never meant to rule. Never mind that he was the first prince or that he trained for the role; it was not in his cards, at least not within this lifetime. But when a Great Assembly is called by the dragons of Colony, Virion must put aside his company of riches of splendour and attend on behalf of his faction. It would be a simple expedition, boring but simple... if not for the storm. Forced to land on the isle of a lone dragon, Virion must contend with the company of his new, disgruntled companion until the storm passes, that is, if he does not kill the annoying beast first. He calls himself Zirkhlon. Virion has never known another so rude or infuriating, nor one so disrespectful of his station. He loathes him for it, but when fires begin to stir, and neither knows how to quell the flames, well... stranger things have happened in Ythene's realm. But the storm will not last forever, and what will the pair do when the skies clear and new truths are revealed with it?

"Stop right there." Confused, I turned around. "What? I thought we're rushing?" "We are, but apparently you need me to explain the rules to you again." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "You want me to be quiet and look pretty. It's not that hard to understand," I sighed. "I'm not going to embarrass you, don't worry." He didn't seem convinced. "I'm serious. Behave." Behave? I arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but I am not your submissive." Something flickered in his eyes. "Believe me, if you were my submissive, you'd be over my knee right now for your tone and that eye roll a minute ago." Book THREE and the grande finale of the Westminster Academy series :) *updates every Monday, 7pm (GMT)* --- the whole book is already available as an ebook on Patreon (link in bio) ---

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

Book 2 of The Eternal Annals Aiasthlyn Kethlana. King of the Anael Faction, leader of the Fey elves. In a world where elves live peacefully, he has only wished for the plain life as any lucky elf, but Ythene has never heeded his prayers. His curses, others name blessings, never end, but he prays that for once it will when it comes time for the elven realm to gain a new Protector. Blessed or cursed, there is a Charge- a mission beyond worlds to another where light and darkness remain at war. Aiasthlyn does not want it, the power, the glory. He has never wanted for anything other than peace. That is, until he is chosen by a sharp-toothed, gloriously perfect man who worships him before he even truly knows him and makes him want everything.

He waited in silence, watching her bloom. Now, he's ready to claim what was never his to touch. Aleena Azimi was just seventeen when she stepped into the mansion that would change her life forever-working as a maid to help her ailing mother. Quiet. Gentle. Untouched. She was everything Ashkan Hosseini should have stayed away from. But he didn't. Ashkan, the enigmatic heir of the Hosseini empire, had it all-power, wealth, and an iron will that bent the world around him. But when it came to Aleena, he was a man tormented by restraint. For two years, he watched her in silence, suppressing the storm of desire that threatened to consume him. Now, she's nineteen. And when her younger brother is framed in a crime that could cost him his life, Ashkan steps in with a deal that changes everything. Marry me-and I'll make the problem disappear. Thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man who's both her savior and her captor, Aleena must navigate a world of power, secrets, and the kind of desire that burns too deep to ignore. He owns her freedom, her name, and her nights-but can he ever win her heart? 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ▪︎▪︎ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌-𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆.

"You don't understand how happy we are to call you ours." ~~~ Started : February 26, 2023 Ended : June 11, 2023 ~~~ Story contains: Explicit language, sexual content, mentions of abuse, mentions of assault, murder, knife play, self harm ~~~ Shy, kind, beautiful, innocent. The four main words that describe everything about 19 year old Ellie. Even though she was homeless, she never let much get in her way of surviving the days and nights out on the streets. Little did she know that a trio of mafia men would change her life, giving her much more than she had ever wanted. She would submit to them out of free will, they will be her dominants and her protectors. Valentino (27), the leader of the trio and the mafia. He had a kind soul inside of him, making people adore him when he was seen. He was also known for his good looks and charming personality, but mostly known as the new leader of his mafia. Owen (26), the "child-like" one in the trio. He seems like a funny best friend when you first meet him, but once it's time to get to work, the change in him feels and looks unreal. His way with words have changed many people, growing confidence in those he talked with. Lorenzo (27), the quiet but deadliest one in the trio. You never know much about him, his only focus being on the mafia. Even though he may seem dark and brutal, somewhere inside of him is a whole different story. But will the rivalry between the submissive's father and the three dominant mafia men get in the way of them taking her and changing her future? ~~~ Rankings! #1 Poly #1 Submissive #1 Reverseharem #1 Dominant #1 Trio #1 Praise #1 Homeless #1 Recommended #2 Posessive #2 Mafia #2 BDSM #20 Romance

Club Edge-Book 3 "Sit" He knows, the moment he called for me in his office in that menacing tone, I knew that he found out. I couldn't move my feet because I was frozen with fear. "Do not make me repeat myself. SIT THE FUCK DOWN." I forced myself to move and sat on the chair. "Did you think I wouldn't find out Miss Heard or should I say Miss Williams?" 'I-I don't know what you are saying sir." I knew exactly what he was saying. Even though I was telling myself that I wasn't scared, I was fucking terrified. I only had one chance and somehow I've fucked it up. There was no point in feigning innocence now. If he knows my real name, it means he knows who I am and why I am here. I should apologize and try to get out of this without legal consequences. There's only one thing I can do and I am willing to do it, if it means I'll not end up in jail. I knew that this was a dangerous gamble. If he assumes that I am manipulating him, he'll throw me out of here in a blink but I didn't have any other option so I did it. I went on my knees in front of him lowering my head. "What do you think you are doing?" "Asking for forgiveness." The next I know my hair were in his fist as he made me look up at him. "I do not take traitors as my submissives Miss Williams. I'll see you in court." "Please sir, I'll take whatever punishment you dish out over the legal consequences." "And what makes you think that you are in the position to demand so?" "I am begging not demanding." There were tears in my eyes at this point. I was desperate, so desperate that this seemed an easy out. "If you knew anything about me, you would have never begged me for this." "I know." "Do you? Alright then, you have been warned Elena because I promise that before this night ends, I'll make you regret begging me for a punishment...." This is the third book in Club Edge series and not a standalone. Please read the first books in order to understand this one better. Warning⚠️: 18+/ BDSM

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?