𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her. "Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful." I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?" She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her. "Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do." She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair. Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful. She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break. "Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop. Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth. Her mouth was fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it. I was close, too close. And she knew it. --------- She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him. Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze. Now she wears his ring and carries his name. But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price. Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

They say our destiny is up to our own choices, but what if we were never given the chance to choose ourselves? Clara Cooke knows all about choosing others before herself. After all, that's the very definition of being a mother. The boldest choice she ever made was divorcing her cheating husband to raise her daughter all on her own. She's never regretted it, but it's left her awfully mistrusting of other men since. Especially if it's the brooding town hunk who's adorned in tattoos, forceful scowls, and a surprising soft spot for her eleven-year-old little girl. Hasn't she learned that some things are just too good to be true? Rhett Easton has never cared for anyone but himself. Why should he, when his mother abandoned him the second he was born? Now it's his turn to take care of his spitfire grandmother who raised and stood by him, the only woman he's ever truly cared about. Until them. He never expected the kid to weasel her way into his life and bring her mother with her. It's going to be a lot harder to pretend he hasn't secretly wanted her for the past decade, especially when she's always seemed too good to be true. Clara has never wanted to be saved, and Rhett has never cared to do the saving. But when destiny brings them together, is that what they'll finally choose? *Rated 18+ due to language and mature subject themes. All Rights Reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

Second chances are meant to bring hope but aren't they also a reminder of everything we've lost? Brenna Hayes knows exactly what it's like to lose everything you love. Widowed and broken, a second chance knocks on her door when an old mentor offers her a job in the town she left all those years ago. But there's a reason she left and it's the same reason she dreads going back. With no other option, she packs her things and returns to her past only to discover she left more loose ends than she realized. Grant Carter is one of those loose ends. The boy who broke her heart so many years ago and, ironically, has become the man who fixes things for a living. He also happens to be the contractor for Brenna's new home and suddenly finds himself face-to-face with the only woman he's ever loved. And the only woman he ever let go. Now, he's determined not to let his second chance get away and show Brenna just how good he is at mending what's been broken. *Rated 18+ due to mature themes and language. All Right Reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic @ Wattpad+

« Il suffisait d'une seule erreur pour tout perdre. » Halloween est devenue une fête traditionnelle dans tous les pays. Tous la célèbrent dans l'amusement et la bonne humeur, mais pas cette année... ou plutôt, pas chez les Millers.Un soir, comme chaque année, Azili sort fêter Halloween avec sa petite sœur, Lina. Depuis toutes petites, elles se déguisent dans un même thème et partent récolter des bonbons dans le quartier. Azili Millers accompagne sa sœur Lina de maison en maison. Elles partagent un moment complice jusqu'à croiser une personnes totalement inconnues de leur entourage. Il suffit d'une seule fraction de seconde pour qu'elle perde sa petite sœur. Déterminée à la retrouver malgré les interdictions de son père, elle va devoir se forcer à collaborer avec Noah - son ancien harceleur. Noah Gray, ancien harceleur d'Azili, se voit contraint de travailler à ses côtés. Après un an sans l'avoir revue, ses intentions envers elle vont vite changer. Ce qu'il ne sait pas encore, c'est qu'il devra se forcer à effacer tout sentiment qu'il ressent. Mais surtout, il devra protéger ses actions du passé... et se protéger lui-même.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬, 𝟷𝟷 𝚏𝚎́𝚟𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 : « Près de six mois après le terrible drame survenu en plein cœur de Tybee Island, de nouvelles informations viennent compromettre la version officielle des faits. Si certains habitants réclament la réouverture du dossier, les autorités locales, quant à elles, ne souhaitent pas s'exprimer sur ces nouveaux éléments de l'enquête. » Depuis le 27 août 2022, Khaleesi et Zayn vivent hantés par leurs souvenirs. Au début, ils croyaient pouvoir survivre, mais à mesure que le chaos intérieur de Zayn s'intensifie, le lien qui l'unit à Khaleesi menace de rompre par le poids des secrets qu'il refuse de lui confier. Pris au piège entre son ascension dans le monde du volley et les mensonges qui dissimulent ses fautes passées, il trouve refuge dans la drogue, seul échappatoire à la pression qui l'étouffe... Encore faut-il savoir où s'en procurer. Car l'apparition d'un mystérieux hackeur qui l'inonde de SMS inquiétants, combinée au retour d'Alexis, déterminé à déterrer la sombre vérité sur le drame de l'été dernier, précipite Zayn au bord de la folie. Derrière cette descente aux enfers se cachent des réponses qui prennent racine dans les ténèbres de son enfance. Et Alexis compte bien s'acharner à recoller les morceaux du puzzle... quitte à placer sa confiance entre de mauvaises mains. Parfois, l'évidence se révèle être le plus dangereux des mensonges. ... [𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡, 𝐚̀ 𝐥'𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 : Salut, Zayn] [𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡, 𝐚̀ 𝐥'𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 : Tu te souviens de moi ?] _____________ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

Xavier Moretti. A 28 year old don of the Italian-American mafia. He's a cold, ruthless, emotionless devil who doesn't care about anyone or anything. So when he kidnaps the wrong woman? he has to fight to earn her trust and protect her from the dangerous world he brought her in to. Charlotte Rose Meadows. Your average 19 year old girl. She's innocent, kind, and full of life. Everything Xavier isn't. When she's wrongfully kidnapped by the mafia, she has to learn how to trust people again and adapt to her new dangerous lifestyle. ---------------------------------------- ''You know Eliza, you have such a pretty little face. It would be such a shame to see it scarred, wouldn't it?'' he says as he drags the bloody knife along my cheek. Wait... Eliza? He thinks my name is Eliza? 'What are the chances you happen to just walk into my club on a random Saturday night?' His club... MY FAKE ID! ''E-Eliza?'' I mumble and he tilts his head slightly ''My name...i-its Charlotte'' ---------------------------------------- #1 ON FICTION 05/11/25 #10 ON PLOTTWIST 23/10/25 #13 ON DARKROMANCE 24/10/25 #7 ON MAFIA 25/10/25 #3 ON JEALOUSY 26/10/25 #5 ON POSSESSIVE 25/10/25 #1 ON ITALIANMAFIA 28/10/25 #11 ON LOVE 18/11/25 #1 ON MAFIABOSS 04/11/25