There's a thin line between good and evil. Good. Azalea Blanc in one word. Although she is constantly surrounded by crime, she never lets it alters her kind ways. When her job is to deliver food daily to all of the locked-up criminals in the crime capital of New York, she's used to seeing the darkness that can lay within people. Evil. Reese Ricci in one word. He rules the world of crime, killing and smiling in the color of red. By no means is he a kind man. He's ruthless, dangerous, and heartless. That is until he gets captured and thrown into a cell, and a certain girl enters to give him food. While Azalea tempts him into the light, Reese tempts her into the dark. And Azalea quickly realizes, Evil might just taste better than good.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

In a world where power and control reign, Isabella Russo's life is forever altered when her family arranges her marriage to the ruthless Don of the Romano mafia, Vincenzo. Cold, calculating, and possessive, Vincenzo never believed in love-only power. But as his world collides with Isabella's fiery spirit, their marriage becomes a dangerous game of control, passion, and betrayal. As the walls between them begin to collapse, their connection spirals into something neither of them can control. Isabella must navigate the deadly world of the mafia and the dangerous pull toward the man she swore to hate. And Enzo? He'll stop at nothing to claim her-body and soul, making sure she's underneath his rule in every way. ........................... #1 in enemieswithbenefits #1 in matureaudience #1 in Italian

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧,❞ 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, ❝𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝.❞ 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 was born and raised within Vita Sanctis community walls, never knowing another life. She was taught to obey and never stray from the path of the Liberator; believing that only unwavering devotion can keep their people whole and together. This divine order crumbles when a wounded outsider is brought into their sanctuary. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍 isn't the lost soul he pretends to be. He is a shadow in the night, a blade against a throat, a perfect shot to end a sinner's life-a name feared even by the darkest corners of the underworld. Marigold's innocence unsettles him and makes his lethal instincts falter. But hesitation in Damian's world is a death sentence. One assassin. One devotee. And a promise to burn the world. But will the flames be enough to erase the 𝐕𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒-the one that declares devotion to twisted faith is the greatest blasphemy of all? ⚠︎AGE-GAP/FORBIDDEN LOVE ROMANCE [NAIVE CULT VICTIM x ASSASSIN] | ⚠︎HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT🌶

|Heirs - Heirs of Boston - Book One| Emery Murphy is the eldest daughter of the mafia king of Boston. She's ready to take her place in the family and work alongside her father. Her father hires Emery to work under one of his friends, the charismatic and notorious, Rhys Whelan. Just one problem - Emery has been head over heels for Rhys since the day she met him 5 years ago. With business booming and the tension of the underworld rising, will Emery be able to keep her desires held inside? Does she even want to? Content Warning: This is a dark-romance with heavy violence, sexually explicit material, drug and alcohol use, explicit language, and triggering material. This is for mature audiences only (18+). Please take care of yourselves first and foremost!

"There's always a price for everything, including life. Men pay millions for power and knowledge. But a wiser one would kill to know even your silliest thoughts." Zaviero De Santis, The Maestro. *** Zaviero They call me The Maestro, for sinister reasons. You see, corruption and depravity sings in my soul, an unending melody into darkness. As the Don, the Italian underworld is my brutal symphony and my heart? A callous stone that beats only for vengeance. When I am faced with the task of producing an heir, I already know who my bride is. Her. The girl I left behind. Kaira He was my best friend, an almost lover. Until a dark tragedy tore us apart. Now, he's back with an ultimatum I had no idea of-get married to him or face the dire consequences. And this time, he's more savage. Dangerous. Wicked. While I tell myself I am done with the blood stained lies and the gory secrets, those silver eyes of his, reveal a different story. Beneath that ruthless exterior is a boy who once held my heart. And now, a naive part of me is drawn to the sensual pleasures he promises. To the fiery touch of sin. His sins. But in a world where betrayal is currency and love begets weakness, loving him might come at a dark cost-my life. An 18+ Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage (Book 1 of The Touch of Sinners)

"Look at me when you lie." His voice didn't rise. It didn't have to. "If you're gonna insult my intelligence, at least have the decency to look me in the fucking eye." Evangeline Summers wasn't made for this world- where silence is a weapon, and submission isn't requested. It's taken. She didn't volunteer. Her father handed her over like a signed debt. And Kenji Tanaka collected. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't repeat himself. He speaks in commands disguised as questions- and touches like he's confirming damage he already caused. Eva was never taught how to survive men like him. Only how to be polite while they take. "Tell me what you're hiding." She stayed silent. He smiled. Just enough teeth. "Don't make me drag it out of your skin." Now, she has two options: Play the part. Or get eaten alive by it. Because Kenji isn't just the devil in the room. He built it. "You keep fighting the knots like you got somewhere better to be." He growled, breath hot against her skin. "Go ahead. Make me tighten them." And he's about to teach her: Pain isn't punishment. It's permission.

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School