Vereena starts clocking on that her trusted dealer is messing her around by supplying her with fake drugs, and it is safe to say, she is pissed. And the only way to fix her irritation, is to go to the source of it. Demanding that she meets her dealer's supplier, she comes up with a plan to get her missing drugs back. However, that plans quickly go to bust when she walks into a heavy guarded dark room where scary looking men stare at her in awaiting. Little does she know, she has just walked herself straight into the devil's den.

Old memories haunt the mind of the young Aillia Moreau, but is she really the only one haunted?

Ever since she's been a child, Leila Rossetti's sole ambition has been to seize control of The Cosa Nostra and avenge the childhood she lost by the claws her father, The Don. When she inadvertently declares war on the Russians, who have long held a vice grip on the underground, her plans go right in the trash giving way to a far more dangerous threat. Yet the overconfidence of the Italian assassin is nothing more than a source of amusement to Nikolai Romanov, king of The Bratva. Known for his ruthlessness and absolute control over Russia, he views Leila's reckless move as merely an entertaining spectacle, like a predator who only toys with its prey before devouring it. So what happens when The Pakhan finally decides to strike his prey? ________________________ His thumb traced the sensitive skin of my wrist, a slow rhythm that felt like he was counting my heartbeats. Then he leaned in, his lips hovering near my ear, not touching, yet the heat was enough to sear. "You're so beautiful. Even when you lie to me." I rolled my eyes, tilting my head back against his shoulder just to show him I wasn't afraid of the proximity, even while my skin screamed at the contact. "And you're still an arrogant bastard who thinks he can keep a throne just by sitting on it." "I don't just sit on it, milaya. I bleed for it. And occasionally, I make sure others bleed a little more." The vibration of his throaty chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Now, tell me another lie. I want to see if you can make your heart rate match your tongue."

╰┈➤ 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌. ── ☾ 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍 sees others as an interference in his life, making his interest in having any social interaction with humans at the bottom of his schedule. Until he met Carson, that is. Killian never planned to be involved with someone like Carson. He hates everything about her, and more importantly, he hates that she gets in the way of his plans. But...maybe a change of plans isn't so bad? ☼ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓 thinks that getting into Columbia University was nothing short of a miracle for her. But she's survived for three years just fine. Now in her senior year, she's paired up for an assignment with a man who's the exact opposite of her. Cold, uninterested, and a stickler for his own rules. Carson is used to capturing the hearts of whomever she meets, but her partner becomes a new challenge that will be hard to beat. ── The Sun and Moon are planets that are never supposed to meet. Complete opposites, and yet, the Sun tends to pull the Moon along with its every move. Now that the Sun has seen that the Moon can be brighter with just a little bit of encouragement, the Sun takes on the quest of making the Moon its friend.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ✞ ✞ ✞ He wanted to use her. She was the mastermind who planned for that all along. ✞ ✞ ✞ Power. Power built them. Power is what will destroy them. From sworn enemies to reluctant allies, there is nothing 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 wouldn't do, nobody she wouldn't use to reach what her mind has been fixated on for years. Revenge. She's inhumane. Emotionless. Messed up in the head-a diagnosed ASPD mind turned into something precise, something dangerous. A machine. The underworld doesn't call her by name. They call her the flame behind the ghost don. The living requiem. Nyx. And when something like her sets her sights on a target? She takes. Uses. Burns everything necessary to get what she wants. And 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 became exactly that. There's nothing the Camorra king hates more than her-the ghost, the flame, the thorn in his side he's been chasing for years. The assassin behind the Russian don he wants nothing more than to take down. The one thing standing between him and full control over New York City. Blaze is forced to do the one thing he would rather die than do: Ally with the enemy. It was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Strategic. But temptation has always been a dangerous game, and Vera has never been the kind to walk away from a game. Especially one she knows she'll win. Because she's always ten steps ahead. She doesn't lose. She calculates. Plans. Decides. And this time, she chose to play.

| 18+ | "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "You're surprisingly big for a fucking prick." I gasp, feeling full, filled to the brim with him, as I watch him bear his teeth at me in anger, his harsh emotions rolling out of him in waves. "And you're surprisingly tight for a whore." he retorts, wrapping his large hand around my throat, cutting off any response I have to his statement. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When the cold CEO Mikhail Voronov craves the untouchable 'Seraphina', he doesn't expect her to play harder than he plays. Zyla, a stripper with flames in her veins, has secrets sharper than her claws. She plays a lethal game of want-teasing, vanishing, leaving him hard and hungry. But the more he demands her, the deeper she digs her claws in. Now he's addicted. Now she's the fire he can't escape. As their dangerous game of want escalates-private dances, masked threats, stolen nights-turns to obsession, the line between desire and destruction blurs. But when the shadows close in, who'll burn first?

"You keep looking at me like you don't want me, Adeline," Will murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw while hand slides higher on my bare thigh, slow and deliberate. "But your body says otherwise." My breath gets caught in my throat and my brain screams to say something, anything-but my lips won't move. "I..." I begin to say, but the words die before they even leave my lips the second his mouth touches my neck. ⊹₊⟡⋆ Adeline Serrano has a reputation to protect. Straight A's, flawless record, and the badge of honor that comes with being the principal's daughter. At Willow Creek Preparatory she's everything a good girl should be: polished, respected, and untouchable. But one drunken summer night changed everything. One kiss-hot, messy, absolutely forbidden-with the last person she should've been caught dead with. Will Carter. They don't call him the prince of chaos for nothing. The mayor's rebellious son. All smirks, bruised knuckles, and bad decision. Practically a walking scandal. Recently suspended for smoking with someone's daughter in the boys' bathroom. Now he's back- with a bruised jaw, a vendetta, and nothing to lose. So when Will decides to turn the school's poster girl into his newest distraction, Adeline's carefully built world begins to unravel. Secrets stir, bets are made, lessons are taught, truths unravel, and lines blur between hate and desire. She's pretending it never happened, he's planning to make sure she never forgets. Because some girls break rules. And the best ones? They shatter them.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

"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.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?