"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes. I froze at his gaze. What was I supposed to say. "I asked you a question." His voice was stern and caused shivers of fear to run down my spine. "I-I," I had no idea what happened to my voice. His glare did no good in calming me down. I clutched on to the handle of my bag so tight. When I finally found my voice, I managed a "I'm sorry sir." I felt it would be better if I kept my head on the floor. "Sorry?" --- What happens when Don Jones asks Eri to become his wife when his fiancee runs away from the wedding at the last minute? Will their marriage only be a thing of contract or will they fall in love in the process...

COMPLETED✅ When 2 drop dead gorgeous heirs are forced into marriage, what happens? They more or less figure out that there might be side effects to this marriage. side effects may include: - A hot tempered wife who's obsessed with movies. - A confusing husband that keeps to himself. - Hell of great outfit choices to match the sexiness of both. - And oh, maybe just a little bit of love and affection. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Excerpt: "This is our bedroom. Your clothes are already in the closet, as well as your toiletries in the bathroom " he says motioning towards the closet and the bathroom. Wait, what does he mean our bedroom? "Wait, what do you mean our bedroom?" I voice my worries with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows accompanied by a scrunched nose. "There's only one bedroom in this house. Where else would you sleep, cream-cheeks?" "Umm, I thought th-that I'd be having my own bedroom ". "Nope, we're married now, don't couples share beds?" He asks audaciously making my temper rise and blood fume with anger and agitation. He knows full on that we're not like any couple. By now, I really don't care. I just want to sleep and I don't mind sleeping on the same bed as him as long as he keeps his hands to himself. "Fine, but you keep your hands to yourself !" I threaten with my index finger pointed in his direction, my eyes glaring in a not-so-successfully-intimidating way. ••• *contains mature themes. * contains cursing. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in arrangedmarriage😭🤩 #1 in Gorgeous #1 in HealthyRelathionships #1 in PlayingGames #1 in MoneyProblems #1 in Movies #1 in burn #1 in fastpaced #1 in ForcedMarriage #9 in lovestory #19 in billionaire #1 in millionaire

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.*

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

He doesn't believe in flowers. To him, they're pointless things that wilt too easily, just like trust and loyalty. But when his billionaire family forces him into an arranged marriage to fix the image he destroyed, they choose her. A quiet florist with earth-stained hands and a spine that doesn't bend. She isn't what he expected. And he is everything she was warned about. Their marriage was never meant to be real. Just a transaction, a polished illusion for the world to see. But resentment burns hot, and anger can blur into something far more dangerous. Because the only thing more reckless than falling for a man like him is watching him fall for you.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, as he filled my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly bet

"What do you want Xavier?" I said getting irritated. "For you to give me a chance to explain myself." "There's no need to explain anything to me, we are-" "Say friends, I dare you." I scoffed "We aren't friends Xavier." "Right. We are not." Happy that you too believe the same. "Exactly, we are not friends, we are nothing to each other so you do not owe me any explanations." "We are not friends, I agree but if we mean nothing to each other then why were you jealous today." I am not a bit shocked because I know I made it pretty obvious. "And do not deny it Viviana, I saw you." ************** Viviana Knight had a crush on Xavier Quinn when both were in college. They both had something in college but things ended up really bad. 8 years later, they collide with each other again at Viviana's best friend's wedding that's when Xavier forces her to marry him. For Xavier it's pure revenge but he's scared to fall for her again. Let's find out in the story...

Their first meeting? A disaster. An auction in Paris. One look. One insult. And an immediate, mutual decision- i hate that fucker. ᴍᴀᴅᴇʟʏɴ ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴᴛ-French mafia princess, sharp-tongued, reckless, and impossible to control, has never met a man she couldn't outtalk, outplay, or walk away from. Until him. ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴀ -Italy's future Don, cold, ruthless, and used to getting exactly what he wants, has never met a woman who didn't know her place. And that's about to change. They hated each other at first sight. And second. And third.... Every encounter worse than the last. Every word sharper. Every glance a challenge. So walking away should've been easy. It would have been... If their families hadn't already decided otherwise. Because in their world, love doesn't matter. Power does. And now, bound by a mafia alliance marriage, two enemies are forced into a union neither of them wants. Where hatred simmers, tension burns, and every fight feels a little too close to something dangerously unfamiliar. But being enemies isn't their only problem. The Serbs are watching. Waiting. And more than ready to tear their alliance and their marriage apart. The question isn't whether they'll fall for each other. It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure it out. ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ.