#1 in black 6/20/25 #1 in assassin 6/19/25 #3 in bwwm 6/15/25 They called her the Black Dahlia - a ghost, a myth, a merciless assassin raised by the Mexican cartel and vanished without a trace. But Eve'elynn Jones is no legend. She's flesh and blood. Vengeance and venom. And now that she's nineteen and free, she's back to burn every name that betrayed her - starting with her own family... and ending with the monster who made her. What she didn't plan for was him. Abel Jefferies Lanoun is thirty-two, ruthless, and born into the throne of the Italian mafia after his older brother was murdered in cold blood. Cold-hearted, sharp-eyed, and feared from New Orleans to Naples - he's a man who bends nations with a whisper. And right now, he's hunting the one person who could win his war against the Spanish - the elusive Black Dahlia. But when he finds out the killer he's chasing is a dark-skinned siren with silver eyes and fire in her blood... everything changes. She doesn't want him. He doesn't trust her. And neither of them realize that obsession is just another kind of war. When power meets beauty, and vengeance meets control - the line between love and hate will bleed

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

"Do you really think you can scare me?" she challenged. "Scare you? Little bird, I'm not here to scare you. I'm here to own you." "You can't just-" "Can't just what? Want you? Desire you?" "I fucking crave you, Isabella. Every thought I have is about you. Do you know what that's like?" She took a step back, but Renzo was on her in an instant, his fingers curling around her throat, pulling her closer. His touch burned through her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't get it, do you?" "You're mine. Every breath you take, every smile you give, it all belongs to me." She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control. "Let me go, Renzo." "Let you go? Never. I'll chain myself to you before I let you go." "What if I don't want to be owned?" "You don't get a choice in this, Bella. You're going to be mine, in every way. You can fight it, or you can accept it, but either way, you're not going anywhere." "Renzo..." "I'll give you the world, Bella. I'll build you a fucking heaven, and if you want to turn it into hell, I'll burn with you. But one thing's for sure-you're never leaving me." She looked into his eyes, seeing the dark promise within. She knew he meant every word. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

‧₊˚ꨄ 𝔖ιƚ σɳ ɱყ ϝαƈҽ... ʅιƚƚʅҽ ƙιƚƚҽɳ ꨄ‧₊˚ ⋆☾｡⋆୨୧˚ꨄℜ𝔲𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔰𝔥 𝔛 𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔞ꨄ⋆☾｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋʏᴜ ɴʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴇ!? ᴍᴏʜʙʙᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴛɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ʙʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ...ᴘᴀʀ ᴀʙ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ʙᴀɴ ɢʏɪ ʜᴀɪ ୨୧ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ. ୨୧ ᴇꜱᴇ ᴋʏᴜ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀᴀʜᴇ ʜ!? ʙᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀʜᴀ ʜᴜ...ᴋɪ ɢᴜꜱꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɪ ʙʜɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪᴛɴɪ ʜᴀꜱᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɢᴛɪ ʜ ୨୧

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Esme Greyson a doctor Violet Venditti runs a Mafia What will happen when they cross paths in the most unexpected way

MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"