"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

❝ Numi and Briah stumble across a mysterious man in Miami, and as they grow closer, they discover the hidden battles and secrets he's been fighting. ❞ Published- Feb 9th, 2025 Finished- Aug 30th, 2025 Rankings🏅: 🥇in rappers 🥇in gxgxb 🥇in freaky 🥈in blackromance 🥈in undercover 🥉in polo g 🥉in painter

❝𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾❞ ©𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐁𝐘𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆; 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺 notorious 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒'𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀... 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺s sweet 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. completed sept 2024.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗' 𝚘𝚗"

"If love is poison, what a wonderful way to die." 🖤

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Consensual sex scenes aka smut. The smut is heavy, so is my plot, but warnings are put. Consent is always in the chapter. ♥️ ILLICIT DESIRES - A dark-romance mafia novel Rita Barrera cherishes the beauty of Mother Nature, but her love is lethal. She paints her lips with the colors of her venomous flowers as lipstick. One innocent kiss is all it takes for her target to fall dead beneath her lips. Roman Esposito thrives on havoc. A bounty hunter with hands adept at killing, slick with blood, he earned the reputation of the Devil's Hand. He kills without blinking, without flinching. He kills for others. He kills for his boss, Antonio Alessi. But no one ever killed for him, until Rita pressed a deadly kiss onto the lips of an old hag who came for him. He owes her a kiss. He repaid it the only way he knows how, tasting her, in the dark, illicitly, on her other lips, hidden under an emerald thong. Yet the life she took for him remains unpaid. Ironically, the next soul on his list, the one he is sworn to send straight to Hell, is hers. What happens when the hunter collides with his hunt? When desire, danger, and debt stall the hands meant to take her life? Is it truly the debt that binds him, or the illicit taste she left on the tip of his tongue? Started: 02.11.2020 Completed: 19.02.2021 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Massiah Ira Gray- I always had my eyes on one female. I just hate that I got locked up right after I crushed. Aoki Dream Gates- A one-night stand changed my life forever. He just had to disappear when I found out I was pregnant.

"Lately she on her own, and she having dreams about dying. Rather bleed before crying. She can leave but it's timin'." Sequel to The Price Of Peace

Avery and Dawn have been in love with their best friend Rose every since they were kids. For years they've had to watch her go through one bad relationship after another. Finally being fed up with it they set out to make her theirs. Will Rose give in to them or will she continue to only see them as friends?