What happens when your quiet, caffeine-fueled life collides with a devilishly handsome man who claims your apartment is... his new playground? Elira Solen thought her life was boringly normal-folklore blogs, late-night research, and her sarcastic black cat, Fig. That is, until Lucien appeared: golden eyes, dangerous grin, and the power to make her world explode in ways she never imagined. Between stolen desserts, flirty chaos, mysterious Blackfriars, and fortune-telling omens, Elira must navigate the impossible: surviving a Prince of Hell... and maybe falling for him along the way. Romcom. Fantasy. Chaos. Cats. Warning: You might laugh, swoon, and question your own apartment's safety.

«Cuando tres no son multitud» Liam y yo somos la pareja más envidiada de la universidad. Así ha sido desde los quince años, cuando empezamos a salir juntos. Desde entonces, hemos sido rey y reina del baile en el instituto, el quarterback y la animadora. Somos un cliché, el sueño americano. Solo hay un problema, en la cama somos como dos piezas que no terminan de encajar bien. Liam quiere que sigamos juntos a toda costa, hacer realidad todas mis fantasías, pero lo cierto es, que hay una fantasía con la que no me atrevo ni a soñar. Porque mi fantasía más oscura lleva el nombre de Benjamin, nuestro mejor amigo de la infancia y, mi secreto más oscuro, el que me llevaré a la tumba si hace falta: lo mucho que daría por ver a mi mejor amigo y a mi novio, juntos. TROPES: -Amigos de la infancia. -Despertar bisexual. -Poliamor (MMF) Nuevo capítulo cada Viernes! Recuerda que dándole like a los capítulos, comentando y siguiéndome me ayudas a que esta historia llegue a más personas. Mucho amor, C. Bones

Pierre Dupont-a wealthy, kindhearted merchant-grieves the loss of his beloved wife, Nicolette, who died giving birth to their twins. Consumed by sorrow, he drowns himself in alcohol, as one man watches with cold amusement-Gabriel d'Ernemont, Pierre's devoted valet. Or so Pierre believes. Beneath the surface, Gabriel harbors a hatred so deep, so consuming, that every moment spent within Pierre's home is another step toward vengeance. Pierre's suffering should be satisfying. But it isn't enough-not yet. So Gabriel will become Pierre's lifeline, his only pillar of support. He will make Pierre trust him. Need him. Want him. "...And when Pierre finally gives his body and heart to me, I will crush it with my own hands." 🛑 WARNING 🛑 ⬇️⬇️⬇️ This story includes explicit sexual content, emotional and psychological manipulation, heavy alcohol use, violence, childhood abuse, and references to sexual exploitation. Reader discretion is advised.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

La vida de Kirsen Edevane no puede desmoronarse más tras la muerte de su padre. O, al menos, eso creía ella antes de descubrir que pertenece a dos razas sobrehumanas y que los miembros de ambas quieren borrarla del mapa porque su mera existencia está prohibida. Y por si eso no fuera suficiente, la única forma de sobrevivir es confiando en los siete peligrosos chicos de moralidad dudosa que la han secuestrado y que afirman que van a protegerla siempre y cuando ella también los ayude. Obligada a convivir con ellos bajo el mismo techo, Kirsen se verá arrastrada a una guerra fría entre dos mundos que la rechazan, a una red de secretos, venganza, tensión y un romance tan prohibido como inevitable. - FANTASÍA URBANA Y ROMANCE [+18]. - NO ES POLIAMOR. - LIBRO 1: COMPLETO. - LIBRO 2: EN PROCESO. Obra protegida por derechos de autor.

The long neck was like a magnet. When bare and exposed it was commanding and shouting. I was not allowed to move further without giving it enough attention and touch. I had to touch it delicately with my lips, to leave a moist trail. I had to repeat the actions until the whole surface was covered in goosebumps. Only then I could move down the twisting image.

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Fear, is something everyone experiences. He wasn't scared of death, wasn't born a saint or an angel. If anything, he came from down below, gracing the earth to strike fear in men and women. He came from a legacy of men, who led an outlaw motorcycle group, foundering it and running it. Each generation a man from his blood line, took the role of President of the Viper's Mother Charter. And was called the 'Devil'. Once he had a target that was it. So when he led a massacre on another motorcycle charter. No one was going to be left alive. And no one was. Being named the 'bikers blood bath'- it was the state's worst massacre. Summer was stuck in an abusive relationship. She fell for the good guy, got nothing but bruises and broken bones. So when fate places the Devil in her way, why would he appeal to her? Colt thinks no one could love him, the soulless beast he is. So how could a woman named after the warmth season, see in him? How could she ever accept his past and dark future? But could the reason he led that massacre be the reason she falls in love with him?