Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

Serenity has spent nineteen years surviving on her own. No family. No safety net. No reason to trust anyone. Then a school DNA project changes everything. Billionaire lawyer Damian Blackwood discovers he has a daughter he never knew existed, and suddenly Serenity finds herself thrown into a world of luxury, family dinners, and people who care a little too much. She doesn't want a father. She definitely doesn't want siblings. And she absolutely doesn't want to live in a giant mansion with people who keep trying to love her. Unfortunately, nobody seems interested in her opinion. Between an overprotective family, a ridiculously handsome family friend, and a past that refuses to stay buried, Serenity is about to learn that sometimes the hardest thing isn't surviving alone. It's letting people stay.

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖?... 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊. 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓." ↳ in which - the shyest girl in school catches the attention of a friendly hockey player, choso kamo. but what happens when their hasty new relationship swivels into drunken obsessions, intimidating requests, and pure toxicity? ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚ ────────────────── yandere hockey player choso kamo x shy fem!reader 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 - updates at random. ↻ © 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖

"You think you're a ghost in these halls, Aurora, but I have memorized the frequency of your breath. Go ahead-run. But I am the horizon; no matter how far you go, you are still within my sight. I will dismantle every version of a life you've built without me until the only thing left for you to lean on is my shadow. You aren't just a part of my world; you are the pulse I use to measure it." - Evander Laurent __________ In the hallowed, gothic halls of Ardencrest University, being a 'Ghost' is a survival strategy. Scholarship student Aurora Lane knows the rules: stay invisible, protect her brother, and avoid the gaze of the Elite. But she made one fatal mistake. She was noticed by the Crown Prince. Evander Laurent doesn't just lead; he possesses. He is a mastermind who views people as chess pieces, and he has decided that Aurora is his most prized prize. He doesn't want her heart-he wants to be the very air she breathes. He is systematically isolating her, tearing down her world until he is the only thing she has left to hold onto. In a game of psychological warfare and dark obsession, Aurora must decide: will she break under his control, or will she learn to rule the shadows he created? He's not just watching her. He's rewriting her reality. ____ "The Crown Prince |18+" is the first book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series

" 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐲? "

She was the peace he never knew he needed. He was the storm she never saw coming. Melody has spent her entire life being judged by her appearance. To some, her soft, curvy figure and deep chocolate skin make her a target for cruel whispers. To others, it's an invitation for unwanted objectification. All she wants is to be seen for the kind, gentle soul she is, to live a quiet life hidden in the pages of her books. Donato Salvatore is the untouchable Don, a man forged in ice and blood. Trapped in a cold, arranged marriage to a woman who repulses him, he is on the brink of tearing the contract apart. Until one glimpse of her in a crowded cafe-a vision of soft curves and serene beauty-shatters his control. His obsession is instant, twisted, and all-consuming. Melody becomes his only thought, his new purpose. He will burn his entire world to the ground to possess her. He doesn't want her love; he demands her soul. Warning: This is a dark yandere romance. Donato's love isn't gentle or patient. It's a claiming. If you're not prepared for a morally grey, obsessed hero who will kill, lie, and destroy anyone who gets between him and the woman he wants, this story is not for you. Proceed with caution... if you dare.

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."