ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS WHO GET SHOVED INTO A ARRANGED MARRIAGE BOOK ........... They don't kiss. They clash. They were born into violence and raised to be monsters. He kills on command, leaves bodies as warnings, and smiles while doing it. She's just as lethal-sharp blades, sharper words, and a temper that's ended men twice her size. Their families are sworn enemies, their blood feud written in gunfire and graves. Their affair was never tender. It was teeth and nails. Knives pressed to throats. It was rage-fueled sex that felt like war-hands around throats, promises whispered like threats, pleasure taken out of spite. Then their parents catch them. Instead of punishment, they're forced into a marriage meant to stop the bloodshed. A contract signed in blood. A wedding guarded by armed men. Now they're bound together, wearing rings like restraints. Their fights turn violent. Their nights turn feral. Hate bleeds into obsession, and obsession into something far more dangerous. They're trapped in a gilded cage, sharing a bed they swore they'd never sleep in willingly, playing devoted spouses while plotting each other's destruction. Marriage turns their private war into a public contract. A shared bed becomes a battleground. Arguments end with hands slammed against walls, steel glinting between them, promises whispered like threats. Every touch dares the other to flinch. Every moment alone feels like it could end in blood-or something far worse. Every argument ends with threats. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every night is a battle neither can afford to lose. Because in the mafia, marriage is a weapon-and when hate tastes this good, love might be the deadliest sin of all. .............. "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war." ............ "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war."

A seemingly innocent girl draws the interest of her three new professors with a dark background, only they are unaware that her life is remarkably similar to their own. "To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves." - Federico García Lorca Started: August 2021 Finished: Feb 2024

Maybe I loved him when I saw him, or when he hugged me after my mothers death. Or maybe I was slowly falling into his arms unknowingly, growing to like him more than I should. I didn't know exactly but I knew I wanted my step-father. Lines got crossed, right and wrong blurred. It's so wrong, but it felt so good. All Rights Reserved ©solxr28 ©asj_28 August 2020

Dove Genovese, daughter of the second in command of the Italian mafia boss, has one sole purpose in life. That's to never dishonor her mafioso father. Marry, bring peace, and money: those are his demands. Meeting those demands comes at a high price, though. She's betrothed to an abusive man from another notorious Italian family. He's the last person she wants to spend her life with, but there's no way out. Her life is in the gilded, golden cage with strict rules and even harsher punishments. Gedeon Sokoloff wants revenge. The vindictive Russian mob boss has made it his mission to avenge his mother's brutal murder. There's nothing he wouldn't do to assert his power. When one of Genovese's henchmen breaches his territory and slaughters one of his men, Gedeon brokers a deal: war or Dove's hand in marriage. Dove should hate and fear Gedeon, because of his feared reputation. Yet, the infuriating man that enjoys teasing her and making her feel things she never felt before offers her one way to earn her freedom. Win him in a game of chess. Will Dove get the freedom she had been longing? Or will she stay as Gedeon's caged little bird in his games? _____ WARNING: Story contains rape, self-harm, suicidal ideation, physical/sexual abuse, violence, mature themes, sexual content, strong language. Ranks: #1 in Violence #1 in Adult-Romance #10 in Mafia #95 in Romance out of 1.7 million

He stepped closer, and I retreated until my back pressed against a tree trunk. His eyes held mine, and for a moment, I glimpsed something darker beneath the warmth. "Clara," Owen murmured, his lips brushing my ear. I closed my eyes. "Have I ever been mean to you? Hurt you...? No. Maverick is trying to get rid of me. He's jealous." Snow fell softly, covering the ground like a white veil. And as Owen's lips brushed mine, I didn't move, I didn't fight, and I was transported back into that small dark room at the orphanage. This is my job. I let Owen press me into the tree and kiss me. ▪︎●▪︎ Clara's past has left her with scars that run deep, making her hesitant to trust anyone. When she finds herself caught in a love triangle between Maverick, a police officer with a strong, protective presence, and Owen, who is kind and caring, she begins to question whom she can rely on. As Clara navigates this complex landscape, she must confront her past traumas and her present struggles in order to find a way forward. But with her heart and mind in turmoil, Clara is at risk of being led down a dangerous path - one that she may not be able to escape from. Will Clara find the strength to break free from the past and create a new future for herself, or will she be trapped in a cycle of heartache and betrayal?

"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

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ANGEL) Older. Scary. Silent. Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to others, not to me. My brother's best friend, Damon, was notorious for his dark reputation. While I immersed myself in books, I could feel his gaze upon me. Sometimes, I feel him notice me too. No one knows what happens when all my brother's friends are busy. I saw him. Every day. And I vowed to keep my mouth shut. My secret. And his. STELLA RUSSEL (PRINCESS) Rich. Entitled. Bratty. That was me, and I'm proud. I hated Grayson Meadows. He constantly treated me as if I were a spoiled rich brat - which I was - our fathers being business partners made us around each other a lot. Despite his mocking, he always protected me, causing me to feel uneasy in his presence. If I harbor such animosity towards him, why do I find myself concerned for him too? I hate him. But I fucking need him more. LILIANA ROSELINE (DOLLFACE) Jaxon's intense gaze always sent shivers down my spine, as if he could see right through me. He was Marci's violent older brother, a brooding figure with a penchant for chaos. Danger seemed to emanate from him like a dark aura. Yet, amidst his menacing aura, he would fixate his eyes on me, as if I were the epitome of perfection. But could a girl, so perfect, ever be enticed by a man like him? Yes, because I'm so deep down in love with him. AVERY RAVEN (LITTLE DEVIL) Alessio, the loud figure, refers to me as the 'little devil' and feigns animosity towards me. He says he hates me a lot. However, deep down, I am aware that his feelings are quite the opposite. In the dead of night, when the world slumbers, he clandestinely dials my number on each of my birthdays, evoking an unsettling sensation within me. Until last summer, when everything went south and I ruined Alessio's life

Gracelyn Matthews and Landon Scott were inseparable as kids until he became the star football player everyone wanted, and she became the girl he forgot. Now in college, Grace dances under stadium lights while Landon owns the field... and pretends she barely exists. But when a messy almost-relationship with Luca Rivera rich, popular, charming, and absolutely not a good guy starts pulling her into drama she never asked for, Landon suddenly isn't so distant anymore. Old memories resurface. Old wounds reopen. And the boy who once picked her flowers becomes the man who can't stand seeing her with someone else. Grace swears she hates him. Landon swears he doesn't care. But hate and love? They've always danced a little too close.

FORBIDDEN ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS Dark, twisted, and heartbreakingly passionate, it's a forbidden love story about enemies with benefits, obsession, revenge, addiction, and a love that refuses to die, even when the world demands it. How can it be wrong if it feels so fucking right? ... And then his mouth was on mine. It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was a collision of teeth, breath, desperation and fucking vodka. My back hit the mirror, the cracked glass rattling as his hands slid up my thighs, gripping, lifting me like I weighed nothing. "Lorenzo-" "Shut up," he rasped against my lips, kissing me harder. "Just - shut up." I clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and pressed closer, his hips slotting between my legs as he pinned me to the mirror. Every inch of me screamed to shove him away. Every inch of me burned to pull him closer. His hands were everywhere, spreading over my waist, skimming up my sides, catching my jaw to tilt my head just so as his mouth devoured mine. The cracked mirror dug cold into my back, but the heat of him was a wildfire swallowing me whole. "You hate me, remember?" he muttered against my mouth, biting my bottom lip before sucking it back into a kiss. "I do," I gasped, nails scraping down his arms. "Good," he said darkly, kissing me again, harder this time. "Hate me harder." I did. I kissed him like it was a fight, like it was revenge, like it was the only way to breathe. ... fractured love trilogy #2 [can be read as a standalone]

Four years. That's how long it has been since Sebastian saw his best friend's sister Maya. She was the sweetest seventeen year old girl you probably ever met. Now? Not so much. Her brother Theo moved out and her whole world fell apart after that. She had to learn to take care of herself. So that means she's not that little girl they remember. And they will find that out pretty soon. Not in a nice way either. The worst thing is that now Sebastian and Maya are so similar that it's actually scary. But nothing can happen between them right? They hate each other. Despise one another. Plus, Sebastian is her brother's best friend, that could never work out. Right?