Warning - Very mature content - 18+ Recommended Book One of series Jett/Ghost: •Protective Surveillance Stalker •Dominant Type: Protective Authority (Guardian / Caretaker) & Posessive with Hard dominant qualities Luca: •Service-Oriented, Emotionally-Devoted Submissive with Playful Brat Tendencies •Sir kink Not for sensitive readers Dominant/Submissive relationship One night, Luca wakes from a nightmare to find a masked man lying in his bed- calm, patient, and claiming the space beside him like he owns it. He calls himself Jett, but that's all he gives. Not a face. Not a reason. Not a choice. Skull mask. Blue eyes. Black gloves. A voice deep and sinful. And an obsession that sinks its teeth in deep. Jett doesn't want money. He doesn't want silence. He wants Luca-every breath, every heartbeat, every terrified gasp. He's willing to tear down the world to keep him. As Luca fights to reclaim his life, he begins to realize something far more horrifying: the man hunting him might be the only one who can save him from something worse. Because the shadows that follow Luca aren't just Jett. Dark. Twisted. Intimate. Unsettling. A horror-laced romance where fear becomes fascination... and the line between captor and protector shatters completely. Warning - Very mature content

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Jessa Fischer - They're monsters. For years, the Morinov name has been a ghost. Brutal, ruthless, and terrifyingly anonymous. No one has ever seen their faces and lived to tell the tale. I'm the only exception. They took me one evening, and now I'm at their mercy. In this house of ghosts, I'm starting to realize that the only thing more frightening than the Morinovs' darkness is the part of me that secretly craves it. Morinovs - She's simply a mean for us to solidify our empire. An innocent mafia princess with the misfortune of crossing paths with us. She's supposed to be soft, quiet, and in the background. But the longer she lives with us, the more she defies us. She was once just our captive, but now she's undeniably something more.

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

"Ahn!" I cried, arching my back. "Sebastian, not so hard!" He remained behind me, a low smile crossing his face. "You can handle everything, but you can't handle this, my lord?" "It's too big!" I told him, breathing shakily. "I can't!" He just chuckled. "Please, my lord... can't you endure it a little longer? I've already started, you know." "Ah!" I said, sweat sliding down my temples. "Ah!" "Just a little longer," he promised. "I'm almost done." ***** Sebastian Michaelis is back for another round of soul collecting, but this time, he was in for more than pure hunger. He wanted a specific soul, one from his one true love that died so long ago... Ciel Phantomhive. After failing to collect Ciel's soul when his master fell ill at age 77, Sebastian spent years searching, and he finally found it... Inside Yumi Phantomhive; King Charles's guard dog in year 2024. And he found her at her most desperate time, signing a contract with her just as he did with Ciel. Being a servant, in exchange for her soul. His soul now. Fate really had us in a twist, didn't it? But Sebastian wasn't just in it for food, no. He had another pure and deep hunger that devoured him whole. His soul, not to eat, but to make his entirely. Determined to finally take what was his... Sebastian knew he'd break through her wall at some point. He did so with Ciel, didn't he? ***This is the first season to my main Black Butler Fanfiction, "Red". I hope you enjoy! **** **I do not own the rights to this book, all the characters and story-arcs belong to Crunchyroll and the creators of Black Butler, I do not own the cover, either** ****This season is currently PG-13****

When Remsie's boyfriend asked her to go on a tour of the NASA Space Center, she assumed the most interesting thing she would see would be a rocket. But she couldn't have been more wrong... After falling through a top secret portal to another world, Remsie wakes nauseous and disoriented in a world she wasn't built to survive. When she's discovered by a tall alien warrior and brought back to his den mates she's determined to keep them at arms length. But that's hard to do when they believe she's a deity come save their species from extinction. Caught in the complicated pack games of this foreign world, it is not only reality as she knows it at risk of being lost forever, but her life and maybe her heart... ___ #1 in alien on 09/03/25 #1 in science fiction on 10/22/25 #1 in scifi fantasy on 10/22/25 #1 in romantasy on 11/14/25 #1 in paranormal romance on 12/22/25 #1 in why choose on 3/26/25 #1 in steamy on 7/14/26

Mila: I thought I knew my family. But everything changed the moment they told me I was getting married, to a man I'd never met. Now I'm being pulled into a dangerous world I never asked to be part of, tied to a cold, distant Russian who makes it very clear he doesn't want me. He's cruel. He's unreadable. He looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But the more I learn about this life, and about him, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. I can't fall for him. I won't survive it if I do. Nikolai: I never wanted a wife. Least of all the wide-eyed Italian girl who's been dropped into my world like a lamb among wolves. She doesn't understand how things work here. She's soft. Too soft. And yet... there's something about her I can't seem to stay away from. She was never supposed to matter. But she's starting to. And that makes her dangerous. ♡ Arranged Marriage ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Mafia

༼۝A story that starts with forbidden love, but then...shit gets real༼۝ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ~ Explicit Sexual Themes 🦋No smut at the start of this story, though it is going to be there after a little slowburn🦋 • I growl, low and rough, as I thrust harder, faster. "Some little bastard bats his lashes at you and suddenly you're ready to say yes?! In front of me? While I was watching?" She bites her lip, whimpering, moaning, that sound that always fucks with my head. My hands grips her thigh, spreading her wider, my pace unforgiving. Because she needs to fucking learn - no, she needs to know that how much I'm hers. And that she's mine. "Daddy's teaching you here something," I hissed against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. "Every fucking time you even think about letting another guy get close like that, remember this - remember how it feels when I'm buried so deep inside you you can't fucking breathe." Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body arching, those tight, sweet little nipples brushing against my skin, begging for the attention her pussy is throbbing against. Her voice cracks out my name, and i grin, dark and mean. "Yeah, scream it. Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know who owns this sweet little cunt." I slam into her harder, gritting my teeth, my hand gripping her jaw to make her look at me through her dazed, teary eyes. "Keep looking at me when I'm ruining you, Miss Davis." She shivers at that, face turning redder. I say, voice low enough, "you're mine, Vi. My baby, my brat. And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll know exactly why." My pace turns brutal, merciless. Her moans turn into broken sounds, the bedframe creaking under us - • ⚠️ Content warning ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and explicit themes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please avoid reading the story as there's going to be: - Smut - explicit sex A request again to please avoid reading who are uncomfortable. ~