"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ✞ ✞ ✞ He wanted to use her. She was the mastermind who planned for that all along. ✞ ✞ ✞ Power. Power built them. Power is what will destroy them. From sworn enemies to reluctant allies, there is nothing 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 wouldn't do, nobody she wouldn't use to reach what her mind has been fixated on for years. Revenge. She's inhumane. Emotionless. Messed up in the head-a diagnosed ASPD mind turned into something precise, something dangerous. A machine. The underworld doesn't call her by name. They call her the flame behind the ghost don. The living requiem. Nyx. And when something like her sets her sights on a target? She takes. Uses. Burns everything necessary to get what she wants. And 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 became exactly that. There's nothing the Camorra king hates more than her-the ghost, the flame, the thorn in his side he's been chasing for years. The assassin behind the Russian don he wants nothing more than to take down. The one thing standing between him and full control over New York City. Blaze is forced to do the one thing he would rather die than do: Ally with the enemy. It was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Strategic. But temptation has always been a dangerous game, and Vera has never been the kind to walk away from a game. Especially one she knows she'll win. Because she's always ten steps ahead. And this time, she chose to play.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

Emery James has spent most of her life loving Wesley Hayes quietly. Best friends since childhood, they've shared late-night pizza, prom slow dances, and one unforgettable night they never talk about. Now twenty-four, Emery's a Brooklyn-based columnist with a carefully curated life and a heart full of unfinished feelings. When a new love interest enters the picture-someone who sees her fully and actually shows up-Emery is forced to confront what she's spent years avoiding: the truth about Wesley, the weight of what they almost were, and what she really wants now. Caught between a boy who's never claimed her, a man who might actually mean it, and the complicated threads of friendship, family, and self-worth, Emery must decide: hold onto the comfort of almost, or risk it all for something real.

"Our love was a case we both lost." When a brilliant lawyer and her ruthless prosecutor husband turn their marriage into the most brutal case they've ever fought, love becomes the one verdict neither of them can win-or walk away from. *** Naomi Carter is a fiercely intelligent lawyer with a near-perfect winning streak of 97% cases won. The only times she ever loses is to her husband. She's sharp, controlled, and commanding in the courtroom, but behind closed doors, she hides a woman who's never truly learned how to love. Nathaniel Carter is a ruthless prosecutor, relentless in his pursuit of justice, and impossible to read. Driven by a fierce need for control, he struggles to keep his own life from unraveling. He's the one man who knows his wife's weaknesses and exploits them with a quiet intensity, stirring both her frustration and desire. Their marriage is a constant battleground, scarred by a shared tragedy neither can overcome. Join these two broken souls as they fight to protect themselves while craving the one thing they fear most: each other. *** #1 in bwwm #1 in eroticromance #1 in blackwoman #1 in enemies #1 in grief #1 in childloss #1 in pregnancy #1 in brokenmarriage #1 in loverstoenemies #1 in darkromance #2 in mentalhealth #2 in enemiestolovers #1 in romance #1 in secondchanceromance

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

She was an undoubtedly beautiful model. He was a foreign billionaire labeled as a "womanizer", until her. "Chérie listen to me, we are not finished, I was wrong earlier. It wasn't just sex" He started, "Mais ne me testez jamais comme vous l'avez fait là-bas ou je vais vous baiser dans la semaine prochaine" he softly put his hand around my neck and pushed me into the bookshelf [Translation: But never test me like you did out there or I'll fuck you into next week] "Okay" was all I could manage to say as my mind went blank, as I looked up and his lust filled eyes "Good, now strip and sit your pretty ass on my desk" He commanded. Started: April 2021 Finished: February 2022 *NOT EDITED*

What happens when a one-night-stand turns your whole life upside down? I didn't mean to end up in his bed. Hell, I didn't even know his name. All I remember is the heat of his stare across the club, tattoos snaking down his arms, black hair falling into his face as if even gravity bowed to him. One second I was dancing, laughing, teasing my girls. The next, his lips were on mine. Hard. Demanding. Dangerous. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Gone. And me? Screaming his name like I'd known it all my life. But the real problem wasn't the way he kissed me, or the way he fucked me like he owned me. No. The real problem started the next morning. When I walked into the office... and found him sitting at the head of the table. My new boss. Damien Blackwheel. And God help me- he was smiling.

Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.