For years, Silas Blackwood has shared his life with an anonymous online friend he has never seen, never met, and never stopped trusting. Then an international tattoo competition in Las Vegas brings him face to face with Victor Acosta: his most dangerous rival and the identical twin of his boyfriend. Victor and Silas should make no sense together. One is silence, the other noise. One holds back, the other throws himself headfirst into everything. Still, they understand each other better than anyone else ever has. Now they're competing for the same title while Victor struggles to hide an obsession with Silas that began years before they ever met. The truth has the power to break them beyond repair, or bind them together for good. Because Victor Acosta is now both Silas's greatest rival, and the anonymous friend who's been on the other side of the screen all these years. 🥇#1 - slowburn 🥇#1 - queer 🥇#1 - switch 🥇#1 - mmromance 🥇#1 - yearning 🥇#1 - twins

𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 (𝒏.) 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖; 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"One unfinished night... now we're forever tethered." When a broke single mother breaks her arrangement with a ruthless finance CEO, she doesn't walk away clean; she walks straight into more debt she can't escape... and a man she can't forget. ... Sadie Hart is a young single mother barely holding her life together. Drowning in responsibility and desperation, she takes on any work she can find to keep her five-year-old daughter fed and safe. She has no time for love, no space for weakness, and certainly no choice but to keep going until her own body gives out. Elias Blackwood is a ruthless and powerful finance CEO famously known for his control, discipline, and emotional detachment. Fresh out of a divorce he refuses to speak about, he has rebuilt his life around one principle: nothing gets to him anymore...until Sadie Hart does. ... What started as a simple arrangement quickly spirals into something neither of them intended to cross, as Elias pulls her into a world she's never known. Will she stay the woman she was... or become someone else entirely?

"You think you're a ghost in these halls, Aurora, but I have memorized the frequency of your breath. Go ahead-run. But I am the horizon; no matter how far you go, you are still within my sight. I will dismantle every version of a life you've built without me until the only thing left for you to lean on is my shadow. You aren't just a part of my world; you are the pulse I use to measure it." - Evander Laurent __________ In the hallowed, gothic halls of Ardencrest University, being a 'Ghost' is a survival strategy. Scholarship student Aurora Lane knows the rules: stay invisible, protect her brother, and avoid the gaze of the Elite. But she made one fatal mistake. She was noticed by the Crown Prince. Evander Laurent doesn't just lead; he possesses. He is a mastermind who views people as chess pieces, and he has decided that Aurora is his most prized prize. He doesn't want her heart-he wants to be the very air she breathes. He is systematically isolating her, tearing down her world until he is the only thing she has left to hold onto. In a game of psychological warfare and dark obsession, Aurora must decide: will she break under his control, or will she learn to rule the shadows he created? He's not just watching her. He's rewriting her reality. ____ "The Crown Prince |18+" is the first book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

Luca is a 28 year old mafia don, who is trying to better himself mentally with everything he's been through, he just wants to feel free. Kiana is a 24 year old therapist dealing with her own emotions and shit, she just wanted an escape. They meet and attempt to help each other, no romantic feelings but life makes everything harder and they can't stay away from each other. ** There is a lot of mature content in this book and I will not be putting warnings before as it will be long: this includes, sex (between more than one partner), drug abuse, sexual assault and harassment, mental illness and others. Please do not read if you feel as though you will be triggered** He stalked his way towards her. No words were uttered. Pure lust evident in their eyes. He backed her into a corner, she was looking everywhere but him, she couldn't, she shouldn't. His hand toyed with the hem of her dress. He hesitated. His mind was racing with thoughts of how he shouldn't, he couldn't. Her heartbeat picked up, her breaths quickened, her body needed him. He saw the affect he had on her. Pulling up her dress, he saw she had no panties on. Enraged he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her, making her look into his eyes. His other hand slid into her folds, she was soaking wet, just for him. She whimpered in response. She couldn't get enough. Her hips rocked back and forth along with his fingers. He added another. Yet to kiss her, he pushed the thought out of his head. Her body began to rock faster, causing moans to fall from her mouth. He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Perché non possiamo semplicemente stare lontani gli uni dagli altri belli?". (Why can't we just stay away from each other beautiful?).

"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so, that I could hide my pain. But it was a terrible fail. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he was not making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes, that was true. But not that much different. Besides, I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me, if I can call it a rejection that is. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income. Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger. XXXXXX *Cover done by @hey_ma_bitches *I don't own any of the pictures in this book. I got them from free image sites ××××××× Rankings 27/09/2020 #9 youngwritershortstory #9 crown #11 throne #11 werewolvesandvampires #1 creaturesofthenight #8 blackwomanwhiteman #1 hidding #10 broke #3 golddigger Xxxxxxxx Started book: 25 August 2020 Ended book: 8th October 2020 Total words 49600

❥ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀́𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ❥ drunk, reckless, and far too curious for her own good- makes the mistake of a lifetime when she steals a few duffle bags stuffed with cash. She thinks she's struck gold. In truth, she's just robbed the Zharkov family- and they were already ten steps ahead. After a ruthless car chase through the city, 𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕 catches her. Instead of killing her, he locks her in his basement and makes an offer she can't refuse: bring him intel on the Death Cartel in exchange for protection, money... and a chance to stay alive. But things turn sexual quickly. ★: September 3rd, 2025

Matthew James was always known to be the quiet boy, hot, talk handsome you name it. He hangs out with a group of Bad Boys. Then there's me, Nsuku Solange Sekwasa. In a school of untamed teens who have their hormones all over the place. I just keep to myself. Obviously there will always be a bad group of boys. I just attend my classes then go back to my house. Until Matthew James is moved to my class, what will happen? But I just can't help but read the thoughts of Matthew James. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* '𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦' he thought and I turned around in my chair. He finally thought something after months and months of not hearing his thoughts but who the hell is he thinking about. I was looking at him and he turned my way on cue. We made eye contact and that's when I knew. He knows. He knows my ability. He smirked at me, a smirk that confirmed my guess. He knows and I have a feeling that he might use this against me.