"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhann

What happens when a Mob Boss meets the woman ordered to kill him?

〝 i have emotional motion sickness , somebody roll the windows down 〞 [ michael townsend & femme!oc ] [ killer instinct - bad blood ] [ started: 04.01.25 , finished: 13.08.25 ]

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

she's the most well-known assassin in the world. he's the super hero of a generation. when a mission goes wrong, will they stay on opposite sides, or join together to take down an even bigger force? [captain america: the first avenger] [book 1 of the femme fatale series]

"I thought you left," Ivy said softly. "I was waiting," Ryan replied. "You're getting soaked." "I don't care." "Why are you still here?" "Because if I leave now... I'll regret it." "...Ryan." "Ivy." Silence. "Can I?" he asked quietly. She nodded slightly. His hand touched her cheek. "You're shaking." "I'm not." "You are." "I'm not cold." "I didn't say you were." A pause. "I think I'm falling for you," he said. "...You think?" "No," Ryan whispered. "I know." "You shouldn't say that." "But I do." "...This is a bad idea." "...We should stop." "I know." Neither of them moved. "Then what are we doing?" she whispered." Ryan looked at her. "I don't want to stop." ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── Some girls get noticed. Some girls chase attention. Ivy Caldwell is neither. She came to North Ridge University to start over, to be invisible, and to focus on her studies. A new city, a new school, a fresh start-no distractions, no drama, no mistakes. Then she meets Ryan Carter. He's everything she's not: confident, reckless, the star forward of the hockey team, and the kind of guy every girl wants-but who never wants anyone in return. He's the bad boy of campus, the player everyone whispers about, the guy who thinks he's untouchable. But Ryan notices her. Not because she's loud or flashy, but because she's quiet. She doesn't swoon or fawn. She doesn't even know who he is. And suddenly, the guy who never chases anyone wants her more than he's ever wanted anyone. This is a story about first impressions, stolen glances, and a game of hearts where the stakes are high. Because sometimes, the coldest hearts can melt... when they're pushed Heart on Ice.

She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow. He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean. When one meets the other, galaxies collide. [𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝟼𝟼𝟼 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜] #𝟷 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚌𝚒𝚊 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟸𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #𝟷 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 (𝚊𝚞𝚐 𝟾, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) #1 assignment (dec 21- may 12)

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?

Six years ago, Cali Williams vanished without a word. One night of forbidden passion with her brother's best friend left her heartbroken... ...and carrying a secret she was never meant to face alone. Now she's back-bruised, guarded, and desperate to protect the only person who matters: her daughter, Isabelle who hasn't spoken a word in a year. Cali wants safety. She wants a fresh start. She definitely does not want to see Kane McKnight again-the man she loved, the man who shattered her, the man who can never know the truth. But fate has other plans. When Cali shows up at her brother Dex's penthouse, she doesn't expect to run into Kane there. Kane. Who is Older. Warmer. Still devastating handsome. And suddenly staring at her like she's a ghost he's been haunted by for years. Kane never forgot her. Not the way she looked at him. Not the tears he caused. Not the words he wished he could take back. Not the disappearance he's blamed himself for ever since. But the little girl napping in Dex's spare room changes everything. The art on the fridge. The toys scattered around the kitchen. The familiar shade in the child's eyes. Cali is hiding something. Kane can feel it in his bones. And the truth is about to break both of them. A story of second chances, healing from trauma, found family, buried secrets, and a love that refuses to die no matter how hard they try to kill it. ONLY EVER YOU Some stories begin with heartbreak. Some begin with lies. But theirs? It never really ended at all.

"What did he - Where did he touch you?" His voice had hardened, mad. I swallowed and looked down. "You son of a-" He walked off the porch, angrily running his hands through his hair. "What did he look like? I'm swear I'm gonna kill him. Tell me what he looked like? Are there cameras?" I shook my head. I didn't want to look him in the eyes. "I swear. That son of- Violet, tell me what he looked like." He came closer. Tears filled my eyes, "... I can't," I said, my voice started to shake. "I... I don't, I can't." I swallowed, biting down on the inside of my cheek, trying not to cry. He stood there quietly for a moment, before he leaned down, his voice was softer, "Violet, I'm sorry. I just... I'm so mad right now. I'll kill him." ▪︎●▪︎ Violet, who endured a harrowing childhood, struggles to heal from her history. As she navigates the shadows of her past, Violet finds solace in an unexpected connection with Dominic, her best friend's older brother. Drawn to Violet's vulnerability, Dominic craves to understand the pain and the secrets she guards. However, Violet's fear and scars run deep, leaving her paralyzed with fear. Dominic displays a genuine kindness and care towards Violet that sets him apart from others. However, his contrasting behavior towards those around him raises questions about the depths of his character. Despite Violet's growing affection for Dominic, she remains haunted by the scars of her childhood, making it difficult for her to trust and share her painful secrets. As their bond deepens, Violet finds solace in Dominic's unwavering support and kindness, grappling with the decision to confide in him, knowing that revealing her past could either strengthen their connection or shatter it completely. Will Violet find the courage to open up to Dominic, allowing him to understand the depths of her pain? Or will her fear of reliving the horrors she endured keep her locked in silence, forever guarding her heart? #1 Trauma