(HOPE-VERSE #1) Carter Romano is tired of the mafia life. To get his freedom, his father makes a deal with him to kill their biggest enemy, Rossi. In searching for the enemy, he stumbles upon the chirpy adorable nurse named Lilly Hastings. What she doesn't know is that she saved the life of Carter Romano's biggest enemy and Carter kidnaps her because he thinks she knows the answers to where he can find Rossi. Torture turns into lust, lust turns into possessiveness, and possessiveness turns into... What could it be, darling? ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ "I am not buying this dress. It's too revealing." He smiles "You can't even afford it, Lilly. So I am buying this." He stands up and makes his way to me. His body language was calm but his eyes were like a fire that was about to burn me. I turn around to walk back into the dressing room but he's hot on my heel, following me inside it. The space was cramped but he closed the door and locked it. Pinned me up against the wall. My breathing hitched when I felt the cold wall on my bare back and I gasp when he grabs my hips. He leans, almost hovering, and kissed my cheek "I'm buying this dress so you can wear it for me one day." I swallow "I'm never wearing this." He chuckles in my ear which makes my stomach feel crazy "You're wearing this for me so I can take it off, darling." 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ♡ Violence ♡ Sexual Content ♡ Trafficking ♡ Dark Content ♡ Language ♡ Torture ♡ Rape

(HOPE-VERSE #2) Daisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the point of credit card scamming to buy his sister the motorcycle she always wanted. Turns out, the brother scammed the wrong man. The wrong man finds Daisy and threatens to take her brother away but she's ready to do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if it means dancing to the evil man's tune who has too many secrets for his own good. What are his secrets? Who is he? Why is he always a step ahead of everyone? ♤ Violence ♤ Sexual Content ♤ Dark Content ♤ Language ♤ Rape ♤ Death

"Fuck off," she snaps, sharp as a blade. "And she curses too..." I muse, my voice a lazy drawl. "Worse than you can imagine." I chuckle, low and dark, stepping in closer, letting the air between us hum with something dangerous. "And I can fuck you in ways you can't even imagine." Her glare is pure venom, and I drink it in, savoring every ounce of that fiery defiance. But then she turns her head, dismissing me, and I hate how much I want to pull her gaze back. I lean in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Aaron." My name drips like sin, soft and deliberate. She turns back, just like I knew she would. "I want you to remember that name every time you curse me." A smirk tugs at my lips, teasing, taunting. Her eyes narrow, slicing through me like a knife. "Well, Aaron, you can go fuck yourself." Every syllable is laced with venom, my name twisted into something almost lethal. But God, the way she says it-like she'd shoot me dead without hesitation-sends a shiver straight through me. And the worst part? That only makes me want her more. I should walk away. I should leave it at that. But instead, a wicked thought curls in my mind- Should I tell her that I'd rather fuck her?

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

When Sam's stalker ex turns out to be an Incubus who is haunting her dreams, she turns to the handsome Demon King of Lust for help. ***** Sam Fox is desperate. Recurring nightmares of her stalker ex are becoming eerily real and she knows something more is going on. So when a mysterious handsome bartender claims he can help, she reluctantly accepts. There's just one small detail she didn't see coming: her ex is actually an Incubus gone rogue and this hot bartender is the Demon King of Lust himself. Now her dreams--and her life--are under his protection. --------- NOTE: This book takes place in the Siren's Mark universe following the events of Siren's Fall. You do not have to read the other books, but the story will contain some spoilers. ✓ Completed July 28th, 2023 © All Rights Reserved ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains adult language, explicit sex (consensual), physical violence, and stalking, emotional abuse and manipulation (not romanticized). Expect detailed descriptions of experiences similar to sleep paralysis. Themes discussed may include childhood physical abuse and homophobia/biphobia. This book is intended for adult readers and reader discretion is encouraged.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN