After damaging property belonging to one of the most feared Spanish mafia families in the city, seventeen-year-old Nyla Brooks expects to be killed on the spot. Instead, she's taken in by the powerful De León family, who become strangely protective over the orphaned girl. But as secrets about Nyla's past begin to surface, it becomes clear her disappearance years ago was no accident-and someone is willing to kill to keep the truth buried.

After her ascension to the throne, Rhaenyra finds herself wanting a pact to make sure Aegon shan't usurp. She finds a headstrong and unyielding Lady for just this task, Baela Targaryen. Their arguments were sure to be heard all the way to Duskendale, the same can be said about their other activities... #2 in Baela 08/08/24 #2 in Baela Targaryen 14/08/24

If you knew your best friend had thirty days left, would you still want the story? Would you sit through every chapter that's left, knowing how it ends? Or would you close the book to save yourself the ache? "Don't leave me, Nev." "You're all I've got." ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

꧁༺ ⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠︎༻꧂ this story contains: ♡ explicit sex scenes ♡ age gap relationship (17 years apart) ♡ daddy title kink ♡ vulgar language ♡ mafia & organized crime ♡ premonitions + spirituality read responsibly, babes ♡ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Damianos doesn't do love. He barely does attachment. Successful, disciplined, and carved from the darker parts of the world he runs, romance isn't even a blip on his radar... until he crosses paths with a girl who shouldn't matter. Azuri - green‑amber eyes, soft voice, and a life she's finally getting together - isn't looking for trouble. But trouble arrives anyway, wrapped in a tailored suit and answering to the name of her best friend's uncle. He's older. He's dangerous. He's everything she should avoid. And yet... she wants him. Badly. In ways she can't explain and shouldn't admit. He wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But some connections don't ask permission - they just pull. And once they collide, neither of them walks away untouched.

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Mercedes has spent her whole life surviving. An abusive mother, a father she lost too soon, and a world that never quite had a place for her. University was supposed to be the fresh start. The clean slate. Then Jason carried her out of a classroom and everything changed. He is calm where she is braced for impact. Steady where she has only ever known chaos. And the crescent mark on her forearm that pulses warm when he is close is telling her something she is not ready to hear. Because Jason is not just a boy who noticed her bleeding. He is an alpha heir with a pack, a father who would rather she didn't exist, and a bond so old and so unbreakable that the witches who want to use it have been waiting years for their moment. Mercedes didn't ask for a mate. She didn't ask for magic or blood debts or creatures in car parks or any of the things that have followed her since the night Jason bit her and called it love. But she has survived everything else. She is not stopping now.

His legal addiction, Valeria Hart a stone cold lawyer- she won't hesitate to put you behind steel bars. Haunted by an incident that occurred when she was younger, she lives a guarded life. A single daddy cop, Alessio Accardi, a cheeky yet closed off man who wants the best for his little girl. His nightmares are fueled by his troubled childhood that he tucks away behind his teasing personality. - "Kiss me, before we're pulled apart again." I giggled pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Alessio!" "Valeria!" We both sighed. "Just one moment of peace is all we need." I begged in a low tone. "And one more kiss." I smiled against his lips before I pressed mine against his once more. "Be good." "I'm always on my best behavior." He grinned. - Cover is from the pool table scene from fifty shades darker

Mizu (blue eye samurai) I don't own any characters except Azuki! #1 in Mizu 05/31/26

Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.