[18+ MATURE CONTENT] "𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔," I mumble against his lips, my words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I hate everything about you." His fingers brushes over my clit through the fabric, "I hate you too," he smirks, his voice deep and raspy "I've always hated you." ✩✩✩✩✩✩ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 the devil in human form. He was born into a powerful and influential Italian mafia family. Being the son of the don, he grew up surrounded by wealth, violence, and a code of honor that placed loyalty above all else. After his father's death he was named the don of the italian mafia. He was feared by everyone. 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 is sin herself. Her beautiful long black hair, green eyes and curvy body captivated everyones attention. She was born into the Spanish mafia. She became the top assassin at the age of 16. She was the only child and became the heir of the mafia. Everything was now being passed to her and she was ready. Except for one thing, being arranged to marry her enemy. 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏

"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection." ✦ ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story is going to have a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes so if you can't handle that than please leave because rude comments will be deleted. ‼️This book will also have mentions of suicide‼️ ❗️I don't own any rights to the pictures or quotes in my story❗️

Violet, an orphan, finally found herself at Camp Half-Blood. Before this, her life had been nothing but running from monsters or fighting to survive. For the first time, even though she was unclaimed, she felt a sense of peace. That peace didn't last forever. When she was finally claimed-by Dionysus-her life changed in ways she never expected. (Oc X Luke Castellan) (This is a fanfiction of Percy Jackson series) (Warning: Made with the help of chat gpt) Started: July 22, 2025 Status: Ongoing

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

She was supposed to be my stepsister, but I'd rather go to hell for loving her than spend a day being her brother. He was supposed to be my stepbrother, but brothers don't make you watch them bleed just to see if you're still brave enough to let him ruin you. And God help me, I always am. Rosabelle was promised a fresh start. When her mother emerged from a high-end rehab with a new husband and a "sober" outlook, Rosabelle expected a family. Instead, she got a gilded cage. Their sprawling mansion stinks of expensive gin and the looming threat of the next relapse. In this house, "recovery" is a lie, and her mother and stepfather have traded their sobriety for a shared language of toxic destruction. Then there is Declan. Cold, lethal, and heir to a fortune he despises, Declan is a master of a world his father doesn't know exists. By day, he's the brooding stepbrother who ignores her. By night, he is the "Prince of the Pits," an underground fighter who thrives on the darkness of the underground. When the chaos of her home finally reaches a breaking point, it isn't the police who save her-it's Declan. He levels his father with terrifying precision before dragging Rosabelle into the dark. He doesn't take her to safety; he takes her to the Pits. He claims her place at the edge of the ring, his "lucky charm" in a room full of wolves. Back at the mansion, the sibling labels are burned away. Declan doesn't want to protect her innocence; he wants to be the one to ruin it. In a house of addicts, Rosabelle has developed the most dangerous habit of all: a craving for the man who risks his life for her." NOTE: Declan and Rosabelle are not biologically related. No blood relation exists between the characters. **the male lead in this story acts as a sanctuary. Expect more "Who did this to you?" and less "I'm the one hurting you."** Rated Mature for: Dark themes, underground violence, and strong language.

✥ The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥ Blaise Inocencio, the daughter to a well-known politician, inherits the fear of being killed when she receives a threat after the assassination of her father. The constant fear of being killed only intensifies when there is more than the dark past on the hunt. The Brazilian happens to end up with an ex military officer who was strictly there to protect her. When Blaise comes face to face with the fact he is suffering with an antisocial personality disorder it is hard for her to trust him completely. Octavio Amor was an ex military officer that was foreign to the feelings of forgiveness. Being sociopathic he lacked the most important trait, love. An assassination of a politician, Boris Inocencio, leaves Octavio with one job. He needed to protect Blaise, the only daughter of the assassinated politician. There is sexual tension, manipulation, and love - but was any of that real? ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "There are countless women in here Octavio that are patiently waiting to be kissed by you. You can take the night off for once." Her lips came in contact with the glass every time she took a sip. Her plump lips wetted with the fine red wine. His eyes never leaving the erotic scene in front of him which left him wishing that he was that glass in her hand. "No." He answered back in his usual emotionless tone. "Why?" She asked as her lips continued to dampen with the fine liquid. "Because romance is not my thing." He answered. "Then what's your thing?" She asked daringly. "I bite your lip Blaise not kiss you."

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

⚠️ BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Cara Chiara Alessi. A killer ballerina. She collects revenge, wrapped in pink lace and ribbons. She loves to dance. She loves to kill. Her next choreography mixes both passions, a dedication to Kieran Dorchadas, the man who murdered her friend and stole her grandpapa's mansion. The performance isn't on stage. But its staged. Step for step, she planned Kieran Dorchadas's Downfall. Kieran traffics arms, drugs, and humans, and has developed a fondness for Cara. Her ignorant and confident ways draw him only more to her, an infatuation she plans to exploit this summer. But a summer without heartbreak is boring. But whose heart will be broken? Whose hearts will be stolen? And whose heart will be trafficked - quite literally, or metaphorically? Started: Completed: ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! My books are my hard work, I put time and effort in them⚠️⚠️⚠️