She ran away from her own wedding, But fate played its own game Running through the dark streets in her bridal dress, Ayat Naaz Aly never thought she would end up in the mansion of the most feared men, the ruthless Mafia Kings "Who are you?"he asked coldly "Human" she said innocently "Don't play, Say your name, little girl" He said firmly "Oh hello! I'm not little, okay? You silly! I'm Ayat Naaz Aly" ayat said angrily They'll look at each other and thinking how can a little girl say mafia king silly, the world scared of them and this little girl talking with them in angrily.

Zara Foster couldn't be happier. She's graduated from Law school, gotten her first job, bought her first apartment and the love of her life, her boyfriend Alexander has just proposed. Everything seems to be perfect when Alex's best friend Heather moves back into town. With her boundaries repeatedly ignored and her fiance's attention elsewhere Zara has to decide if her relationship is worth fighting for or if walking away with her head high and her dignity intact is the best thing for her future.

Ash Decker is the President of the Silent Warrior's Motorcycle Club of Evergreen, Colorado. He takes his position seriously and won't let anyone get in the way of that. When a blast from Melody's past rockets into the clubhouse of the Silent Warriors; Ash with the help of his brother, Oak must protect their family once again.

A raw, trauma-forward story of survival, found family, and the fire that comes after the fall. Remi Carter never meant to fall for a biker. She didn't plan to walk into a club war. She didn't expect to be hunted, silenced, or broken. But when the life she's built is torn apart, when violence leaves scars deeper than skin, Remi is left with nothing but rage, memory, and a will to survive. Set against the backdrop of a fractured motorcycle club, a tight-knit trauma clinic, and a ranch that offers refuge to the women the world forgot, No Redemption Road is not about being saved. It's about what comes after. After betrayal. After assault. After losing the life you thought was yours. This is a story of women who fight. Of found family. Of love that doesn't fix you, but chooses to stay when you're at your worst. It's the slow burn of healing. Of facing the monsters who stole everything. Of burning it all down, and still choosing to live. This is not a romance with a tragic twist. It's a trauma story with no promises. But at the end of the road... maybe there's still a way home. This is book one in the Redemption Road Series of interconnected stories following different characters surrounding NRR. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story includes themes of trauma, sexual violence, emotional abuse, and psychological manipulation. Remi's journey includes scenes of assault and survival. These events are portrayed with care, never glorified, and written to reflect the raw truth of what she endures.

[𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞] Once lovers, now enemies, but their love was stronger. Milana Levine used to be one of the most well known assassins in New York, maybe even in all of the US. Known as Demise, even her title sent a warning. She wasn't one to be messed with. Everything changed when she fled the reckless city to escape the aftermath of her father's murder. She was born into the Russian Mafia and wanted to finally give herself the life she felt she deserved. But nothing lasts forever. Upon returning to New York, Milana finds she has more enemies than she bargained for. With a gun to her head, her only chance is to appeal to the heartless and powerful Marco Cortez, the leader of the Italian Mafia, and hope he doesn't hold a grudge... Does she really want an alliance as badly as she wants him? And most importantly, how will Milana juggle revenge and desire? Started: 03/03/23 Ended:

"Take off the hoodie!" "No Jaycee! Just leave me alone!" "Tatum take it off now. He demanded She groaned and shrugged off the hoodie, Jaycee grumbled seeing she had a long sleeve on under her hoodie. "That too." He said, giving her a tone and look that left no room for argument. She sighed and took her long-sleeved shirt off as well, looking down at her feet as she covered her chest with her arms. "That's it! I'm calling him. This has gone on for too long." He growled. "No!" Tatum reached for his phone, snatching it from his hands, never looking at the phone, never realizing it was too late, Jaycee had already hit call. She just glared at Jaycee. "You promised Jaycee! that you wouldn't say anything!" She yelled. "Well I'm sorry, but I'm going to break this promise, Tatum. You need to tell him." "Jaycee, you can't tell Grey!" "Call him right now and tell him yourself Tatum or I will." His voice was low and demanding. "We're not even on good terms Jaycee, we haven't talked since he kicked me out after HE kissed me!" She cried, falling to her knees and that's when she saw Jaycee's phone screen, how it displayed an ongoing call. She was deadly silent as she shakily brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "What are you hiding Tatum?" His voice asked, too calm for her liking. She stayed silent and looked up at Jaycee hopefully, she gulped as he just crossed his arms over his chest. "Tell Jaycee to bring you to the house." And he hung up. "Take me to the house." She mumbled and she stood up, handing him the phone, and shrugged her long-sleeved shirt back on, holding her hoodie in her hands. To say she was petrified was an understatement.

Sydney west, 12 years old, forgotten, alone, invisible. That's how she'd describe herself in that house with her 7 older brothers. Now? Sydney west, 16 years old, best assassin in the underworld, the sage. Feared, remembered, no longer invisible. That's how she'd describe herself after being away from that house. The sage, age unknown, identity unknown, ruthless, warning, merciless, the underworlds greatest mystery. That's how the world views the sage, once you know the sage is after you, you might aswell bury yourself alive. The sage was forged from the depths of Sydney's emotion and flaws turned into something extraordinary. This book is full of complicated characters, flawed with years of trauma. Found family Enemies to lovers Strong fmc Brothers best friend Romance subplot

On All Hallow's Eve the lives of four individuals become intertwined for all of eternity. Three masked strangers think that they're the monsters until they meet a pretty little psycho named Scarlett who unexpectedly turns their world upside down. This story is a fantasy dark romance with a strong female lead. It's smutty and not for the faint of heart. Please check trigger warnings before reading. TW: Rape, blood play, explicit sexual situations, pedophilia, bullying, torture, gore.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke, "because if you're not..." I heard a click and felt cold metal press against my temple. I widened my eyes at him, parting my lips to speak but he cut me off. "Shhh, it's okay," he coaxed, "be a good girl for me and I won't shoot, okay?" ~~~~~~~ Daisy Matthews has everything a girl could wish for, until her mother decides it's time she got her own job and paid her own bills. With few qualifications and very little preparation, Daisy accepts a job at a high-end strip club - owned by the infamous mafia leader, Vito Vecellio. *sexual content*

I was always the odd one out, from my appearance to the bad luck always surrounding me and I never did complain. But when my mate openly reject me while my packmates laugh like it's a comedy show, I knew I got what I always wanted Freedom. Four years later and am back, but am no longer plain stupid Aurora but Dame Aurora their worst nightmare, but they don't know it yet. And that where the fun is. We stared at each other, a frown on his face, a smirk on mine. "You're back?", "Yes Rex, I am"....