Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance

...And if Hell feels like Heaven you didn't change the Devil. But he changed You! ____________________________________ Camilla's life was never easy but she always managed to pull through. That was until the night of her birthday where her world turned upside down without her knowing. Her fate now was on the hands of the most lethal man in Italy... Matteo Angelinni. A sadist with no soul. A ruthless man who knows no love but is determined to not let go of the girl with the golden hair. When Camilla finds herself trapped in a situation where she only wishes for Oblivion she'll learn that the only way she can survive is by taming Il Diavolo himself.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 *** "In today's lesson," Blaze breathed out just a centimetre from her ear, his large hand moving to her thigh and parting them, "we will be learning how to open up." Ellie's heart pounded against her ribcage. She waited with anticipation for what Blaze would do next, swallowing the saliva that was lodged in her throat. She never felt a rush the way she did whenever Blaze touched her, and he knew that as well as she did. "So, tell daddy," he gently ordered, a small smirk pulling at his lips at the whimper that fell from Ellie's swollen lips. "What is it that you really want, baby?" **** Ellie Mason was the type of girl that was quiet yet strong. Ambitious about anything she took part in. She never had to be told twice to do something but she would never go down without an argument first. But she was incredibly shy, closed-off from anyone and everyone, and had extremely low self-esteem. She never spoke to anyone unless she had to, she kept herself distant from many people, and she was easily frightened and/or intimidated by people. Her closest friend was her fraternal twin sister, Gemini, and no one else. Her life was simple until her father's dark past crept up on her and her family before his passing, where she has no choice but to meet Blaze Arrowood who, at first, wanted nothing to do with the girl. She was simply a temporary toy that he would soon discard once he was given what he wanted from the Mason family. But there was something about Ellie that made him intrigued. Why was this timid yet feisty girl stuck in his mind every night before he went to sleep and the second he woke up every morning? And why in the hell did he want to make her completely his? *** HIGHEST RANKS: #1 - selflove #1 - blaze #1 - control #1 - development #2 - insecure #2 - conflict