He doesn't believe in love. But someone is teaching him how to feel-one forbidden letter at a time. In a kingdom ruled by fear, the villain hides behind masks, shadows, and a heart untouched by mercy. No one dares speak his name-except her. Every week, she leaves him a letter. Unsigned. Untraceable. Unforgivable. But when the war ends and their paths finally cross, he doesn't realize the girl he's hunting... ...is the one who taught him how to feel.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Some flames burn quietly... until they don't. Aurora Bellini is the picture of innocence. Quiet. Kind. A law student with a soft heart and a tragic past. When a violent attack threatens her safety, she's placed under the protection of the Vitti family - Italy's most feared crime syndicate. More specifically, under the cold, watchful eye of their heir: Angelo Vitti. Angelo doesn't want her there. Too sweet. Too soft. Too breakable. But there's something about her that unsettles him. Her gentle smile, her quiet strength - it seeps past the walls he's spent years building. He tells himself she doesn't belong in his world. He tells himself to stay away. But he watches her anyway. Protects her anyway. And slowly, against his better judgment - he starts to burn for her. With war simmering between the Italian and Russian mafias, every secret is dangerous. Every glance, every touch, every whisper in the dark... it all matters. Because nothing is ever what it seems. And sometimes the softest things burn the most.

Enzo Costa, of the Italian Mafia, is danger wrapped in charm and a perfect smile. Eirene Vlahos, the Greek princess, doesn't believe in mafia fairy tales. She believes in contracts. Control. And men who ruin women's lives for power. So what happens when they're forced into an arranged marriage neither of them want? |Book #2 Costa Men Mafia Series| Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"Spread those fucking legs for me, principessa..." "Let me show you how a real man eats." His voice is dark, feral, and rough enough to rip me in half. And still- I open my legs. *** He was hired to protect her. He was born to destroy her. Katherine Volkov was born from blood and tragedy-the daughter of Damiano David Volkov and Caterina, whose story shattered hearts in The Price of Deception. (Haven't read it yet? Go dive into the chaos, obsession, and twisted romance that started it all.) Now grown, Katherine is beauty wrapped in armor. Raised under her father's iron rule-protected, feared, untouchable. Cold, calculating, and painfully beautiful, she's more than just a mafia princess... She's a ticking time bomb of secrets, grief, and fire. Until Lorenzo Moretti steps into her life. A powerful mafia boss with a vendetta against the Volkov empire. Damiano's sworn enemy. He didn't take the job to protect her-he took it to destroy her. But the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to separate hate from hunger... Revenge from desire. She was supposed to be his target. Now, she's his obsession. And if Damiano finds out? This silent war will turn into a bloodbath. He was meant to end her bloodline. Now he's ready to burn the world to keep her alive. In a world of betrayal, bullets, and blood... Love was never supposed to be part of the deal. ✨✨ Hey lovelies, I'm back 🤭 I'm beyond excited to finally share this story with you! Silent Obsession is a wild ride full of forbidden love, secrets, and dangerously hot tension. I will pour my whole heart into it-and I promise, I'll do everything I can to make it unforgettable. So give it a try... it won't harm you 😉 Let's take this journey together. Page by page. Emotion by emotion. Thank you so much for being here ♥️

*WAS DELETED AT 600K READS* Adriana Mancini I was raised to bite, not bow. So when they told me I was to marry Nikolas Volkov-heir to the Bratva, enemy to my blood-I didn't cry, I laughed. They thought they could tame me with diamonds and alliances. And for the first time in my life, I realized I didn't have a choice. As for him.. It's the eyes that speak to me. Blank but compulsive with secrets, empty yet dominating with control. Like stone. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov After a bloody feud with the Cosa Nostra, I'm forced into an arranged marriage-to the one woman I can't control. Adriana Mancini. A hurricane in stilettos with venom in her smile. She tests my patience, taunts my power, and tempts my darkness. She thinks I won't ruin her just because she wears my ring. But this marriage was never meant to be peaceful. It was built for war.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

Ava, an innocent small-town girl, gets sucked into the world of underground fighting when she catches the eye of Shawn Michaels, the irresistibly hot reigning champion. ***** Ava McAdams isn't sure what to expect when she moves to Boston for college. Her sheltered upbringing leaves her exposed to a harsher world, and one complicated male in particular -- Shawn Michaels, the tattooed and intimidating underground fighter who is nothing like anyone she has ever met before. But is falling for him worth the risk of knowing she might lose him every time he enters the ring? [word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words] Cover designed by Ren T

Once there was a girl, daughter of an Alpha, who happened to face consequences of the things she had no control over. How? By being ostracized from her own kind. By being betrayed by her own family. By being rejected by her own soulmate who chooses her sister instead. And by being banished from the Kingdom. As she returns after years, she notices several changes. One of them being the demeanor of her mate.

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The softest place to fall" "Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."