"Sergei.." "What's the matter, milaya?" He taunted softly. "You didn't want this kind of attention from the start?" "You know I did." "Then stop being so shy and spread those pretty legs wider for me." *** Gianna Martine never thought looking for her lost dog would end up with another loyal, muscular, dangerous and obsessed bigger dog. Sergei Sokolov didn't think he was capable of obsession until one sassy, doe-eyed beauty turned his world upside down. She sassed him and instead of walking away like a sane man, he decided she was his. What starts as an 'accidental' encounter turns into a love story neither of them saw coming. Sergei is ruthless, dangerous, and unapologetically protective. Gianna is fiery, independent, and constantly testing his patience. It began with a lost dog... but their story is anything but ordinary. 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 @XxCoconutwallyxX 𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: #14 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [17.2.25] #12 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝟷𝟾.𝟸.𝟸𝟻] #7 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝟷𝟿.𝟸.𝟸𝟻] #6 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝟸𝟹.𝟸.𝟸𝟻] #3 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝟸𝟺.𝟸.𝟸𝟻] #2 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 [𝟸𝟾.𝟺.𝟸𝟻] #1 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚠 [𝟸𝟾.𝟺.𝟸𝟻]

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

Anneliese is an empathetic, goofy, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to discover herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

"Artemis! What do you expect us to do? He's out of control." Zeus growls, leaning back against his council chair. His finger tips impatiently tap against the arm. Artemis, the Goddess of the moon, just continued to plead, staring down every last council member. "Please, I can fix this. Don't do this to my child." She dropped to her knees, bowing to the men and women in the room. "Artemis, we sent Abaddon to the mortal world to try to calm his uncontrollable anger. He's worse than Ares! I'm sorry but we just cannot allow him to thrive." Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, countered apologetically. "What if I can calm him? If I found a way to stop his ways?" Artemis questions, looking at them with hope. Zeus leans forward in interest, clasping his hands in front of him. "Go on." He urges. Artemis rises to her feet, holding her head high. "What if I made someone who can put him in his place. Put up with his anger and calm him. Someone to love him unconditionally. A mate." "And how would she be structured? A fighter such as Athena? Possess the beauty of Hebes?" Apollo, her twin sibling, asks curiously. She just lets out a breathless laugh, "She would be the most beautiful out of all the lands. She possess the ability to love and cherish everything around her, no matter what it is. An innocence aura would run through her veins. Her name shall be Rosebud." Every God and Goddess laughed at Artemis, dismissed her claim. They thought she was crazy and stupid, and Artemis knew that, but it didn't keep her from making her little Rosebud. She had a plan for her children. And they would become apart of something bigger than just mates. For they were apart of a prophecy. A prophecy that would decide the future of all Supernatural creatures.

When a world-renowned Black surgeon Dr. Amara Blake finds a bruised, shivering four-year-old boy abandoned behind a dumpster, her instinct is immediate-save him. She has no idea that the quiet, broken child she's nursing back to life is the missing heir of Sergei Mikhailov, a ruthless Russian mafia don with a blood-soaked past and billions at his command. As Amara and little Nikolai form an unbreakable bond, Sergei's desperate search leads him straight to her door-and to a woman whose strength, warmth, and unapologetic grace challenge everything he thought he knew about power and love. But the past is never far behind. As danger creeps closer and secrets unravel, Amara and Sergei must confront the darkness threatening their fragile new world. What begins as protection becomes devotion, and what starts in survival ignites into something neither of them expected: a love powerful enough to rewrite their futures. Beneath Her Grace is a gripping, slow-burn romantic drama about healing, redemption, and the kind of love that makes even the most dangerous men kneel. #1 in Russian

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 "Senza di te non sono niente," he growls. I blink up at him breathlessly, his faint smile striking through me like an earnest passional. "What does that mean?" "You're a smart girl, baby," he smirks - his lips kissing the pulse at my neck, "Use that pretty little head of yours and dream, it can mean whatever you want it to mean, my words are yours." "What if I say I want it to mean,'I'm Enzo and I'm in love with Nico'?" "Then that would be a lie, butterfly," his eyes darken as he strokes my bottom lip, "because you are the only person who holds meaning in my life, who holds my heart in her hands, I don't need anyone else but you. I need you like the ocean needs the shore. I crave you like the air I breathe, baby. Nothing else matters, I will always come back to you." 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳 𓂃۶ৎ Kind, pure and innocent. Isabella Rodriguez is an angel with an aura so sweet that sin is eradicated in her presence. She has been wronged and abused by her 'family.' Yet, the girl is too forgiving and trusting to find it in her to hate them. She has been sheltered her whole life, unaware of the danger who is Lorenzo Castillo, who unknowingly claimed her as his the moment she smiled at him. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 ‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ Ruthless, cruel and cold-hearted. Lorenzo Castillo is the devil in disguise. He is merciless and brutally murdered his enemies in cold blood, their screams of agony satisfactory to his ears. He is an art of seduction, the devil with the face of an angel, for women instantly drop to their knees and worship him; but Lorenzo Castillo doesn't do emotions. But when he lays eyes on his angel, a possessiveness seeps into his veins. He wants her.

When Aurora Jones is forced into an arranged marriage with Dimitri Romanov, the cold, feared leader of the Russian mafia, her quiet world is turned upside down. Sweet, innocent, and completely unprepared for the dangerous life she's thrown into, Aurora becomes a pawn in a game far bigger than herself. Dimitri is used to control. To silence. To blood. What he's not used to... is someone like her. She's soft where he's hard. Kind where he's cruel. And her innocence? It tempts him in ways he never thought possible. But the more he tries to keep her at arm's length, the more she slips through the cracks. She doesn't know what she does to him when she smiles. When she blushes. When she innocently tests his control. And in a world of loyalty, danger, and hidden enemies... love was never part of the deal.