𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. • • • 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

When Two Opposites Attract

In which he turned his back on the throne to worship a girl who never begged to be saved. ✧ ✧ ✧ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✧ ✧ ✧ Liora Solís always believed monsters lived in storybooks, until the day she met one beside a moonlit pond. She didn't know the silent boy who clutched her locket would grow into a weapon. She didn't know his middle name carried a centuries-old vow. She didn't know her own name lived in the ledger of a family sworn to kill her. All she knew was that he listened. And that, somehow... he saw her. Years later, Liora is a college student who fights for freedom with soft hands and a stubborn heart. She doesn't belong anywhere near the Duarte empire, especially not their heir, Valen Azrael Duarte, the underground boxer feared as El Verdugo. Everyone calls him a monster. She once called him a friend. And destiny calls him her executioner. When their worlds collide again, kindness becomes danger. Obsession becomes fate. And the boy she once trusted becomes the man who holds her life in the balance. Because in the Duarte family, Azrael is not a myth. Azrael is destiny. And Liora Solís is the one name he was never meant to spare.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

She thinks she's careful...cute, but locks don't stop me. She has no idea I've been in her house. That I've touched her toothbrush. And that I've laid in her bed. She doesn't know someone's eyes been watching her while she sleeps, and that the man who smiled at her on the sidewalk was the same one who watched her cry in the shower last week. She trusts to easily. That's her flaw. And when the time's right...I'll finally say hello. ________________ She was trembling. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't-" I held her face, brushing her tears with my thumb. "Don't cry," I whispered. "I'd never hurt you, Nyla." I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've known you too long for that."

NOT A REVERSE HAREM NOR A MAFIA STORY! He lightly shook his head and pressed his lips together, then, all his worry fled, leaving him to look completely carefree. "You're nothing but a distraction, our toy to play with-a fuck, you mean nothing. Know your place around here, Kezanel." He sneered in my face, burying his cold stare into me so I wouldn't forget just how scary he could be. Axel squeezed his hand, cutting off my air supply. "Understood." Gasping for air, I scratched at his wrist, nodding my head very slowly. One eyebrow arched and he leaned into me, his stare more intense now that I wanted to look away, but if I did I would be in trouble. "Y-Yes." I let out a strangled cry and pleaded with my eyes for him to let go. A tiny smirk curved at his lips and he shoved me back, his hand freeing from my neck. I fell to the floor, coughing and watching as he left the room carelessly-as if nothing happened. - Her father threw her away like she was nothing - he considered her to be a bastard child, he wanted her gone and he didn't care who took her. But a debt she knew nothing about was the actual reason for her dismissal. The Santiago's. They run Strixfield and everyone in it. They're cold-hearted and ruthless, and people owe them. So when there's a debt to be paid..they'll be at your doorstep faster than a gun being fired through it. - #1 hateloverelationship 19/4/22 #3 steamy 5/5/22 #4 twistedromance 5/5/22 #1 darkromance 6/5/22 #1 killers 30/12/22 #1 santiago 28/7/22 #2 criminals 11/9/22 #1 debt 17/8/22 #1 sinful 11/12/22 | 5/9/23 #1 cartel 18/10/22 #1 kinky 15/2/23

"Hey-" the attractive man began to yell as he climbed out of his car. He assumed the woman would see his face and know who he was. But there was no recognition. The stranger didn't know that she almost got hit by Cooper Grant. When he saw her face his mind went blank, his previous sentence forgotten. This poor stranger that almost got run over by his car, was absolutely beautiful. She looked so scared standing in the middle of the road in her little pink dress. To his dismay the cars behind them started to honk their horns and the girl seemed to snap out of her shock. "Sorry!" the scared young woman shouted back sheepishly before running across the road to the safety of the sidewalk. Cooper had to find out who she was. _______________________ Cooper Grant is the leader of the most infamous gang in LA. He is cruel and heartless, his satisfaction is the only thing he cares about. He meets Natalie and becomes obsessed with her. He takes her from her normal life and brings her into his world of pain and danger. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SEX Cover Pic by DevilishWritings

"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. "Do you have any idea what I'd do if you left me, Elara?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. I didn't answer. I knew better. He let out a dark chuckle, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. His gaze was wild-obsessed. Unhinged. "I'd hunt you. Drag you back. Chain you to my bed if I had to." His lips ghosted over mine, almost gentle. "And the worst part? You'd still be mine. Willingly or not." My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see fear. I am not weak or stupid. I won't run like the others. I will wait. Play the game. And when the time came-I will make him bleed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Elara Carter was never one to be afraid. Strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and independent, she had always fought her battles alone. But when she returned to her old school after years, she never expected to step right back into the grasp of the one person she should have stayed far away from. Luca Moretti. Once, he was the boy who made her smile-the boy with warmth in his eyes and mischief in his heart. Now, he is a man carved from ice and cruelty, a man whose name alone sends chills down spines. The heir to the most feared criminal empire. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously obsessive. And for some reason, he has set his sights on her. Trapped in a world of madness and power, Elara must decide-fight for her freedom or surrender to the monster who wants nothing more than to own her completely. Because in Luca's world, love isn't soft. It's dangerous, consuming, and utterly inescapable.

"Why can't you let me go?" Her timid voice echoed through the walls of his heart and he heaved a deep sigh. He couldn't. How could he? She was the air he breathed. Blood in his veins. It was so simple and yet he couldn't make her understand. How did their relationship end up like this? He loved her and she loved him, didn't she? Then why? "I cannot do so, Dolcezza. I'll go crazy without you, you cannot leave me, I won't allow you to." And she shook her head, a laugh-filled with disbelief escaping her lips as she struggled to unbind herself from the chains. "Then at least free me of them." "No." A love so vicious it binds. A madness so deep it consumes. Escape is an illusion, and freedom... a cruel dream. For in his arms lies ruin... and in hers, salvation. ***** Celestine didn't know what love was until she crossed paths with her childhood crush, the stories of their childhood took them to their past and they started spending time with each other. She started finding her muse in his presence and he started giving her everything she ever desired. A loving night between them suddenly turned into a gruesome one for her when she found the dead body of her lover in the apartment they rented on their anniversary. Zagreus didn't know what jealousy was until he saw the love of his life finding solace in the arms of a man he loathed with his guts. Admiring and keeping her safe from his world, he decided to not interfere in her life and started protecting her from a distance. Until one day he found that the woman who was supposed to be his was dating his enemy behind his back. Love and care were replaced by raw anger and ravenous rage and he did what he thought he should have done initially. He claimed her. For hi,m love was a fire that scorches his heart, but madness, it was a damn poison that devoured him from the inside.