Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

"Dude! You have to give me some warning before you do that" I scowl before glaring at him. Only he mirrors my glare, and I go confused. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I'm not your friend. Don't call me dude" He mutters. "You talked!" I gasp, sitting up straight in the bed. Only the room spins slightly, and Sage pushes me back down. I then register what he said, and my smile fades away. "I know, sorry" I mumble. Sage sighs, and suddenly my jaw is being grabbed, and before I can even begin to register what's happening, he kisses me. "Not your friend" He whispers. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Morgan Price. A woman who never shuts up. Sage Hendrix. A man who rarely talks. What a match. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Morgan makes an impulsive decision to join a fucking mafia, she meets Sage, a man who intimidates people with just one look. As time goes on, her attraction and curiosity for him grows. Little does she know he's facing the same problem. (Hendrix #5) ☆Written:03/2023☆ ☆Not edited☆

"I have a boyfriend" I mumble suddenly, but he doesnt move away like I had hoped. "Then walk away" Alexander whispers. Unable to muster up the strength to move away, I stay put, causing the corner of his lips to slightly pull up into a smirk. This is wrong. Yet when I feel his lips lightly graze over mine, I couldn't care less about right or wrong. ______ Diana Brooks, a kind- hearted women who is stuck working in a shitty job with shitty people. After getting stuck in an elevator with a handsome stranger when leaving work, she is almost certain she'll never see him again. That is, until she got sent a job offer a week later to be the assistant of the CEO, Alexander Hendrix. ___ (Hendrix #2) ☆Written: 04/2022 -> 10/2022☆ ☆Not edited☆

To the world Jadalyn Blackwood is her father's crown jewel...A flawless ballerina spinning under the bright stage lights, trapped in a perfect glass box. But Jadalyn knows the truth. Ever since her mother died and her father brought home a woman and her two golden child siblings, Jadalyn has been nothing more than an afterthought. A pretty prop used to maintain the family's public image. Then comes Alessio Petrov. To the public eye Alessio is a reckless chaotic playboy who couldn't care less about the underworld hierarchy. He was supposed to be the Bratva's second-in-command, a position he treated like a joke. But in a bloodbath that shocked the criminal underworld, the bratva had dismantled the Italian mafia from the inside out, stepping over the bodies of his enemies and he had claimed the title as Don for himself. Alessio didn't crash into Jadalyn's life by accident. He knows the rot hidden beneath her father's empire and he intends to use the lonely ballerina as the ultimate weapon of ruin. His plan is simple: snatch her away from her family, use her to get close to the blackwoods tear them apart from inside to out. But as he pulls Jadalyn into his dark orbit, the act begins to slip. --- "You should've never let me get this close Jadalyn, because now that I've tasted your light i'm never going back to the dark."

Valentin Petrov saw Inaya Singh once and never recovered from it. One year ago, he walked into a tiny flower shop trying to buy flowers for his mother in silence away from the chaos of his life. Instead, he found her. A girl with stained fingertips from arranging roses, soft music playing in the background and a smile so gentle it made something dangerous inside him go completely still. And ever since that day, Valentin has been obsessed and not the fleeting kind of obsession, the terrifying kind. The kind that has him memorizing her routine without meaning to, sitting in a blacked-out car across the street at midnight just to make sure she locked the shop safely, the kind that has him collecting pieces of her life like secrets. Her favorite tea order, the books she reads during slow afternoons, the fact she hums quietly when she's nervous. He keeps telling himself he's protecting her but deep down, Valentin knows the truth. He's a man starving for something he can never have. Because Inaya exists in warmth and light while Valentin was raised in violence. His surname is feared across entire countries, bodies follow his family's footsteps and if Inaya ever discovered who he truly was, what he's done or what the Petrov name actually means, she would look at him with fear instead of the softness he's gotten so used to. So what happens when the bratva pakhan falls for the girl who owns a little flower shop not knowing how bad the world could really get?

He was the boy who left to save her and the man who came back ruined. Cold when he shouldn't be, silent when all she wants is for him to talk to her, Dominico Cruz learned young that loving someone means losing them. So he left first. He always leaves first. But her? Katerina Petrov was never someone you could leave behind. She was fire and fury and loyalty sharp enough to cut throats, she loved like a war and hated like a storm, and he was the only man who ever survived both. "You don't get to leave me again and call it love, Dominico. That's not love. That's cowardice." He would burn cities for her, kill kings for her, destroy himself for her, but the one thing he can't do is stay, because he believes loving him is a death sentence. She thinks he abandoned her. He thinks he's protecting her. And neither of them realizes they're destroying each other in the process. In whatever is between the world they've been born in, love isn't gentle. It's possession, sacrifice, blood and worst of all...Brutal. And the most dangerous thing in Dominico Cruz's life was never his enemies. It was always her.

They were never meant to trust each other. Let alone bleed beside one another. Elena Corsi is a strategist, a cold-blooded heir to one of Italy's most ruthless mafia legacies. She's never needed backup, and she certainly doesn't want it, not from a Russian, and especially not from Aleksander Petrov. He's the Bratva's second in command. Silent. Brutal. And impossible to read. Sent by Giovanni Moretti to "assist" her in training the next generation of soldiers and to stabilize the Italian mafia after it's new take over, Aleksander is everything Elena hates, detached, arrogant, and unreadably dangerous. He doesn't respect her rules. She doesn't care for his silence. But with the old families rising, alliances fracturing, and a target growing on both their backs, Elena and Aleksander are forced into uneasy proximity. Between training sessions, strategic meetings, and the looming chaos of the annual mafia ball, tensions crackle and control slips. Because loyalty is currency in their world-and attraction? It's a liability neither of them can afford. But when bullets start flying, and betrayal hides behind familiar faces, the real question isn't who they can trust... It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure out what they really are to each other.

Nikolai Petrov is the ruthless leader of the Russian mafia, feared by all who cross his path. When he forces Vera Moretti, the innocent yet broken daughter of a rival mafia family, into an arranged marriage, he expects obedience and submission. But Vera, scarred by her past, hides her pain behind a facade of strength and grace. As the lines between power and desire blur, Nikolai finds himself captivated by the one thing he can't control-her heart. In a world of danger and deceit, can love survive, or will it destroy them both?

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