The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.

❝𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠...❞ Barely recovering from her break-up, Art student, Katrina Diaz chases the unmistakable jolt of pleasure promised by a stranger, hoping for a one-night stand with no consequences nor intersections of their lives. Cold, calculating CEO of The Evans Group, Hayden Evans never considered marriage - for a wife is a nuisance he didn't need. Nevertheless when an ancient pact resurfaces, it traps him in a marriage with Katrina, plunging her into his world of power and chaos. Despite themselves, every smoldering touch, burning kiss and entrancing gaze inextricably twines them. When a series of events lead to Katrina's friend's death, something aberrant starts haunting her, the past that binds them refuses to stay buried. Sins, scars and secrets are unveiled. Will they survive a test of love and trial of trust? »--•--« || HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT! PROCEED WITH CAUTION||

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐓 #𝟏 ───── ♥︎ ───── 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓 - The golden girl. With her bubbly charm, you'd think people would strive to be friends with her, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Born in her twin sister's shadow, Analia grew up in a lonely environment where no one noticed her-no one except for her best friend, Mar. When a serial killer takes the one person who made her feel seen, it sets her on a path that she can never go back from. 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - The arsonist. The viper. A danger to society. Many vicious rumors have been made about the Sterling Enterprises CEO, but he's never cared enough to deny them. Cunning and calculating, Levi Sterling gets everything he wants. That is, except for one thing. Analia Dupont. His greatest enemy and his best friend's sister. They can't stand each other, but what happens when the two are forced to join paths to solve a mystery that the police have shoved to the side for years? 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄 𝐋'𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐑 - Son of the French president. Everyone says he has it all, but does he really? His whole life, he's been pressured to be as great as his father is. But what if he doesn't want to live that life? What happens when he cracks? With Pierre, it's hard to tell. Born with a reckless and adventurous spirit, an outsider would call him shallow. But what if there's something wicked behind his charismatic façade? ───── ♥︎ ───── 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 in #𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 #1 in #𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 #1 in #𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 #1 in #𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 #1 in #𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 #2 in #𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 #3 in #𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 #3 in #𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

There is no heart colder, no lust stronger, than that of a demon. ROMINA lived a docile life inside of her father's massive estate. With only her mother and the maids to keep her company, she grew up on the principle of solitude. Naïve, young and quiet, she was hidden from all eyes but one. AZIEL was a brooding man with a job to do. Invited into his colleague's home, he encounters a young woman. So sweet, so beautiful, so innocent...she was ripe for the picking, and Aziel was ready for a taste. Romina's father had always set rules in place to protect her from men. But Aziel was no man. MATURE UNEDITED COMPLETE 1 million reads December 1st, 2021. #1 in seduction #1 in sexscenes #1 in incubus #1 in demon #1 in kinky #11 in tragedy #11 in protective ib: your next door incubus, Jane Eyre, Beg For It

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"