Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him, "Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?" Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, especially when you can not return his affections. When a human renegade is thrown in your path, you'll both end up getting burned. ༒༒༒ Nadya Vladimir was born a glass half empty, she spent most of her life wondering what it felt like to be whole. She's the daughter of the most powerful man in Russia, she was always one step ahead, destine for great things. Niklaus Vlacov (if that's even his real name) was born a forest fire, he was never taught to fear anything, his intelligence and mystery defined him. Wherever he goes misfortune is said to follow. He's a target. A once in a life time opportunity sends Nadya half way across the globe to Prague. There she's thrown headfirst into a sea of privilege, class and hierarchy at the elite academy. But somethings not quite right at the academy; secret passageways, doors open past midnight, hushed lovers between sheets, her roommate's unspoken past with her politics class rival and new arch nemesis who is none other than Niklaus. But if one thing is certain, it is that Niklaus and Nadya despise each other's existence and everyone knows that if they were ever to collide it would cause a wildfire. Good thing they've both never been good at following the rules.

❝There is no sinner like a young saint.❞ ||MATURE CONTENT|| In which a girl sets her eyes on a forbidden man. COMPLETED. All rights reserved. kingkatewrites 2023. cover by alluringathena

"My mother always told me not to play with fire. I guess I should've listened." ... Alana has spent her life adhering to strict rules, raised in a family where appearances meant everything. Trained to be the perfect daughter-calm, composed, and obedient-she's never dared to step out of line or show her true self. Sergei has been betrayed more times than he can count, leaving him hardened, ruthless, and haunted by paranoia. He's built walls no one can penetrate, trusting only in his own power to survive. ... When a professional encounter with an angry Sergei at Alana's job leads her to be kidnapped, she's thrown into his ruthless underworld, held captive in exchange for her life. What will happen when their lives collide in a marriage neither wants but can't resist? Will their undeniable passion spark the possibility of love or will it fade once reality hits? #1 in enemies #1 in dark #1 in darkromance #1 in mafiaromance #1 in manipulation #1 in adultthemes #1 in captive #1 in russian #1 in heartbreak

Lilith Blair is a beautiful yet deadly creature⎯a demon⎯created by Death to become Queen of Hell. Only to abandon the darkness, she returns to find her past lover dead and becomes haunted by the blood on her hands. Until almost 160 years later, she sees her. Only she doesn't remember.

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

*sequel of Mercy* After the tragic 'break-up' that has taken place between Athena and Vincenzo, she went to college to busy herself and distract her from the heartache he caused. It's now a year and a half later, and Athena has returned home for the holidays. She has matured in many ways and promised herself never to be naïve again, to never let someone in her heart that easily. She swore to never succumb to anyone - especially if that someone is named Vincenzo. But as soon as she lays her eyes back on Vincenzo, all that she has promised herself flies out of her mind. She starts doubting all her promises because she knows that she won't be able to resist his charms. And deep down she wonders if she really has moved on from him.

Sadie Rockwood and Julia Alessi are best friends, both eighteen and finishing up their senior year of high school. They are inseparable and have been for quite some time. Sadie has always yearned for a sense of belonging and unconditional love, something her alcoholic mother could never provide. Julia's family, however, seems to offer just that. But when she especially finds solace and acceptance in Julia's father, an unintentional attraction forms. As the two bond in secrecy, Sadie's issues worsen, and navigating through them with the unavailable man causes a destructive downward spiral that pulls him and the unsuspecting family along for the ride.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.