Book 1. Eros; passion, lust and pleasure -- in other words, romantic and passionate love. A passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love. ➼ "You made me feel things I didn't believe in anymore." ~ Amara Torres: the brains behind the Torres mafia, a highly skilled assassin, a model - retired - with a whole new identity which is now in the past. Dominic D'Agostino, a friendly - not so much to Amara who had to go out her way to hunt him down only for him to change her life. The two completely opposite yet so alike, so unsteady about their love. When it seems as if their path to love is starting to clear up, here comes Lorenzo D'Agostino - a whirlwind in their path - the boss of the D'Agostino's, Dominic's older brother. What happens when Amara is met with both brothers who are so polar opposite to one another. One who keeps her calm and grounded and the other erratic and volatile. Now which one does she exactly need in her life? ➼ #1 in mob ~ 18|03|2021 #1 in lovehexagon ~ 6|04|2021 #3 in twinflame ~ 11|04|2021 #3 in lovetriangle ~ 13/11/2021e

"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

Ella Fantilli has two rules: never date her brothers' teammates, and never let a hockey boy get under her skin. Luke Hughes does both. As a star soccer player and athletic trainer-in-training at the University of Michigan, Ella has her hands full balancing her sport, her studies, and the chaos of being surrounded by hockey players-including her brothers and their endlessly dramatic teammates. But everything gets more complicated when she meets Luke, cocky, infuriating, and wearing the same number as her: 43. Their rivalry starts on day one-with chirps, glares, and competitive tension that's impossible to ignore. He's her professional nemesis. They're supposed to hate each other. But when fate throws them back together years later in New Jersey-both working for the Devils-the rivalry burns hotter than ever. And this time, there's no one around to stop them. Enemies to teammates. Teammates to something more. They were always destined to crash.

Kiya's life lacks excitement. However, one day, while she is singing in her dorm bathroom, someone joins in on the other side of the wall. Initially, she is shocked but quickly recovers and duets the rest of the song with him. What could go wrong -- it's anonymous. It surely couldn't be anyone from the hockey team, now could it? ✧✧✧✧✧ Warning this book contains mature topics: ❆ sexual content ❆ vulgar language ❆ alcohol consumption Started: November 17th, 2021 Finished: December 4th, 2022 [word count: 95,000 - 100,000]

Serenity [Sir-ren-ity] : The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. Chaos [Kay-os] : Complete disorder and confusion. ♕♕♕ With being the Don of one of the biggest and baddest mafia families Luciano was never at ease with himself. He never felt like he was sane. Always shedding blood, murdering, selling drugs, robbing banks. He was so much chaos. He needed peace. Serenity's life was agonizingly calm. She thought it was boring with her simple routine of wake up, eat, read, sleep, maybe- if she's lucky, go out with friends, then repeat. Boring cycle of truth. She wanted some spice. Some chaos. ♕♕♕ "I just told you that I'm making you come with me to Italy- a whole other country and you're response was 'YES' ?" Luciano watched me with admiration in his dark grey eyes. I shrugged, "Yeah. I'm bored. Like..painfully bored." Luciano's eyebrow stayed raised and his eyes stayed admiring my words. "Aren't you a little crazy thing huh Bella..I'll keep that in mind." ♕♕♕ Ever since that 1 night Serenity went out with her college friend group and ran into a murder/torture fight in the tight alley way of Chicago, she's been on Luciano's mind. As him, on hers. The two were attracted to each other because of good and bad things. Luciano's attraction to Serenity was simply because her aura radiated that she was sane. Safe. Serenity's attraction to Luciano was the complete opposite. Call her crazy if you will but, a tall, handsome, Italian mafia Don was exactly what she was craving for. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 ♕♕♕ STARTED - March 18, 2022 ENDED - February 12, 2023

Alley is 24, she is a world class surgeon. She has worked her butt off to get to where she is. One day her assistant lets her know that she has a very famous client who requires her services. She is intrigued as her assistant is all, but giddy to tell her. She asks her who and her assistant informs her that it's none other than notorious, bad boy, player Ryan Anderson of the Boston Bruins. Ally freezes for a minute knowing that name all too well, not just as the infamous Bruin who makes headlines all the time, but as the boy who broke her heart 6 years ago. See Alley and Ryan grew up together, thick as thieves, but once he got drafted he changed or so she thought he did. Ryan Anderson is the notorious bad boy of the Bruins. Always the first into trouble along the boards, but knows when to score when the time is right. On night though in a playoff game he injures his shoulder badly and his team goes to the best to help. When he meets with his surgeon for the first time he recognizes her instantly as the girl who was always there for him, but one night after he got drafted she up and left the party and never spoke to him again. He never knew why and so to fill the void she left he tried to fill it with meaningless women, booze and anger. Can these two work past their misunderstanding and grab the future they both deserved? Or are the issues of the past too much to get past? **WARNING** Mild foul language Intimate scenes lol Cover by still_just_me Banners by: still_just_me

-- "You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's. "I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it. "You're testing my patience, princess." He admits as his hands lay lazily on my neck, I smirk at his sentence. "You're either leaving this place with a black eye or a hickey" He announces. "You wouldn't dare to kiss me." I bark back, his smirk growing as mine fades away. "Try me, Rora." He states, with the goddamn nickname. ---------- !! - It does contain mentions of sexual references, mature themes and strong verbiage. UPDATED WEEKLY!!!!! ---- #1 IN SECRECY (10/18/24) #3 IN COLLEGE (03/20/25) #1 IN HOCKEYPLAYER (07/31/24) #3 IN HOCKEY (10/06/24) #2 IN ENEMIES (03/28/25) #1 IN TEASE (09/03/24) #8 IN BAD BOY (10/06/24) #6 IN ENEMIESTOLOVERS (03/27/25) #3 IN RIVALRY #2 IN FRIENDGROUP

(COMPLETED) ❝What's on your mind? Are you thinking how I would look sucking your dick in this dress? I wouldn't mind showing you, but we have to go to the bar. It's truly a shame because if we didn't have plans, we'd probably be fucking against this wal-❞ I wasn't able to finish that sentence because his arms suddenly curled around my waist and slammed me against the side wall. My breath hitched in my throat as I registered everything. His eyes no longer had that innocent look they usually did. They looked dark and hungry, desire clearly visible in them. ❝You need to stop teasing me, Ariel. You somehow keep forgetting that even though I'm your best friend, I'm still a man. Next time you joke about sucking my dick or being fucked against a wall, I won't hold back.❞ He said in a low voice, backing me up against the wall and planted his hands on either side of my head, trapping me in. His lips were dangerously close to mine. ❝I never asked you to hold back.❞ With that, I roughly grabbed his collar and crashed my lips to his. _ Would Ariel Watts and Kevin Wilson be willing to risk their friendship and put their hearts on the line? Let's find out. _⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__ bad girl good boy × friends to lovers × friends with benefits __________ This story is based on my real life and written as a farewell to the memories of a certain someone. ___________ CURRENTLY BEING EDITED ___________ W A R N I N G : ✓ mature language ✓ adult content ✓ alcohol consumption ✓ detailed smut _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__ Most impressive rankings - #1 in friendswithbenefits ( 04/03/2023) #1 in goodboybadgirl ( 02/02/2023) #1 in teasing (19/04/2023) #1 in spicy (18/06/2023) #2 in sexy ( 17/05/2023) #3 in dominance (20/05/2023) #4 in badgirlgoodboy (31/01/2023) #4 in shyboy (16/02/2023) _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ STARTING DATE - 27/01/2023 ENDING DATE - 07/07/2025

Six months have passed since Olivia Donahue Romano returned from the dead. Once the hidden American mafia princess, she lived in silence-trained, protected, forgotten. Now the underworld knows her name. The lost Romano daughter. The survivor. The girl who came back. But fame in their world is just another form of exposure. Every move is watched, every word twisted, every truth she thought she knew turning into something sharp enough to cut her. Delicate relationships hold her world together, yet new enemies are already stirring beneath the calm, waiting for their chance to strike. Delicate relationships hold the fragile peace together, yet new enemies are already moving in silence. Declan's silence has become its own kind of terror. No attacks. No messages. No trace. But his shadow lingers-in the halls, in her dreams, in the way she still looks over her shoulder. Every whisper feels like a warning. Every secret another crack in a reality already broken once before. Olivia knows better than anyone that peace is a beautiful lie- Her reality was shattered once before. And this time... it might not survive being broken again.