Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

The first time Bryson Bernard walked into Halston Hall University, two girls dropped their coffees, one guy walked into a pole, and someone in the library moaned. I wish I was kidding. 𓍯 When Bryson Bernard transfers to Halston Hall, the entire campus changes overnight. With bedroom eyes, a perfect smile, and a body carved like sin itself, Bryson becomes an instant unhealthy obsession. Girls throw themselves at him. Guys bend over backwards to be him and his best-friend. Professors overlook the rules for him. Pretty privilege is full intact. But Brynn Winscott? She couldn't care less. She's too focused on her studies, until he takes a liking to her. And suddenly, the riot turns on her. The girls who once adored her now loathe her. The guys who tried to be his friend are now stalking her. The campus has turned on Brynn, and all because Bryson seems to want her. As the obsession intensifies, Brynn finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, hatred, and danger. And just when she thinks she can escape, she's pulled deeper into Bryson's world of twisted allure and destructive attention. [18+ Mature Warning] [Smut] [Mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc.]

"What colour of panties are you wearing?" "Excuse me?" She countered "I won't repeat the question again" "Red. They're red" she swallowed "Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me" "Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material" she faltered. "They're yours. I want it simply because they're yours. You're aroused. So they're wet. They're going to be soaked with your juices. The very essence of you. I'm going to sniff it, lick it, all the while imagining that it's you, torturing myself until Saturday. The day I fuck you" ~♦||•♦•||♦~ In this erotic romance, Raven Edens is forced to accept an offer, to save her family's life. She's been a good girl her whole life, always took responsibility, always did what was right. Until the day she finds out, her father sold her family to the devil. literally. And she's the one who has to pay. These men were rich, ruthless, and fucking dangerous. If they wanted, they could make her entire family disappear from the face of the Earth. And to pay off her family's debts, she must give herself to the master, for 7 days, for he and the whole bloody organization to do whatever they wanted with her. seemed a small price to pay, for the billions her father owed right? but does she come out of this, the same? 7 days of the utimate sins. carnality was welcomed. Nothing was shunned out. Every fantasy, every desire was fed, explored, and she was the meal. RAVEN EDENS: "7 days of the utmost sins. I'm terrified! I'm surrendering to the unknown. I've never done that before. I exist on control. And to unleash that to someone else, is devastating. I'm afraid my body's going to shatter, or war and say it has needs. I'm afraid I can't keep my body in a tight leash, and under control, after this. One thing's sure though. I'm never going to remain the same again. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! & EXPLICIT SEX SCENES! (Also, there may be lots of swearing, sexual coercion & public sexual displays!)

Our dads were the NHL's original bad boys. Now it's our turn. We're Serkan and Ziven Woods-cousins, legacy players, and the league's next obsession. Add in Leander Hunt, son of NHL's original good boy-our childhood friend we call cousin-and you've got the most-watched rookie trio in the game. The spotlight's on us. The pressure is brutal. But we were born for this. Raised for the rink. Built to break records. What we weren't ready for? The girls. The chaos. Each other. This isn't your typical hockey romance. It's louder. Dirtier. More unhinged. Because this legacy we're carrying? It's not just about the game. It's about the chaos, the girls, and the wreckage we'll gladly burn for. Three names. Two legacies. Zero chill. Welcome to the Woods-Hunt Heirs era. [Can be read as a standalone, 18+ Mature Audience, SMUT warning, Mentions of drugs, parties, obsession, love triangle, babysitter, age gap, alcohol, kinks, etc.]

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 ⚜⚜⚜ The minute she turns around, my eyes lock onto her. Her striking features catch my attention, and I notice the exhaustion in her amber eyes. Then it hits me. She's the girl who tried to escape earlier outside. I've seen her before. Where have I seen her before? I've seen her where-suddenly, realization strikes me. She was the one who served us at the club. "Y-You," my son stares at her in disbelief. "Yeah, I know I'm hot as fuck," she smirks. ⚜⚜⚜ Valentina isn't just a teenager- she's Medusa, a ruthless assassin and the Donna of the American Mafia. Beneath her normal life lies a world of danger, secrets, and a painful past filled with heartbreak and abuse. After her cruel stepfather dies in a fire, the police uncover a link to her father and brother she never knew about. As Valentina moves in with her family, deadly threats and the truth about her mother emerge, forcing her to question everything. Can she trust her family with her secrets? Will they accept her for who she truly is? And what is her mother hiding?

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Anvika Mehta was everything a perfect daughter should be-calm, composed, and bound by honor. But behind the mask of tradition and grace hid a truth only whispered in the shadows. She was an assassin. She was the Devil. Feared across the underworld, Anvika moved in silence and killed without mercy-until the day she met Dominic Zaharov He was wrath made flesh. The cold-blooded king of the Bratva, wrapped in cruelty, carved from violence. A man who didn't ask. He took. Feared by many. Bowed to by all. And when Anvika crossed his path, he didn't flinch-he stabbed her, claiming her as his. What began as bloodshed ended with a ring on her finger. Now, she's bound to him in an arranged marriage that feels more like a war zone than a union. To the world, she's the Bratva's trophy wife. To Dominic, she's a possession-beautiful, dangerous, and his. But Anvika doesn't break. She doesn't bow. And she certainly doesn't forget. She's a ticking time bomb-planning his death with every breath she takes, but Dominic didn't become king by being merciful. He knows exactly what she is... and he craves the challenge. He doesn't want her love. He wants her surrender. She's not the woman he expected. He's not the monster she feared. And in the heart of their twisted bond, something far more lethal brews. Because when a devil and a king go to war... hell isn't big enough for both of them.

[COMPLETED][UNEDITED] WARNING: Not your typical story. A forbidden relationship awaits you. 18+ I felt his fingers move within me once more, slipping out only to be replaced by two, then three. His wedding ring gleamed in the dim light, now slick with my juices, a symbol of everything wrong with this moment-and yet, it thrilled me to see it there, marked by my pleasure. The sight sent another pulse of heat through me, twisting that forbidden excitement even tighter around my core. "Do you like seeing that?" he asked, his voice low, taunting. "Do you like marking me while my wife waits at home?" I shivered at the raw edge in his tone, my hips pressing harder against him, wordlessly begging for more. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "I love it." _______ On the eve of her wedding, Esmeralda's life was torn apart by her best friend's ultimate betrayal. Two years later, with a broken heart still simmering beneath the surface, she set her sights on her revenge: seducing her ex-friend's husband, Sebastian. What begins as a calculated plot to make her best friend pay for her betrayal soon turns into a dangerous web of desire, where every encounter deepens the pull to that married man. But as their trysts spiral out of control, Esmeralda finds herself caught between the thrill of retribution and a love she never anticipated. When the lines between revenge and passion blur, she's forced to confront the truth-can she truly walk away, or has she fallen too far into the fire? Highest Rankings: - #1 in Affair - #1 in Chick - #1 in Possessive - #5 in Billionaire

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."