𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.❞ 𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 is the heiress to her father's throne, the Morales Mafia. Not only being a part time assassin known as 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, she's also trained and fought for her title all her life and will not let anyone or anything take that away from her. When a new enemy rises, Asteria is forced by her father to get a personal bodyguard as a precaution . . . 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘇. They don't particularly like each other from the start. Yet they are forced to be within a certain radius at all times, giving them no choice but to tolerate one another. She doesn't want to like him because he has made her life insufferable the moment he stepped foot into it. He doesn't want to like her because she is the forbidden fruit in his eyes, something he should stay away from but ultimately can't.

It was rumored that a beast lived in the shadows, he was known as the sex beast long before a battle went down and after that, he was known as the scarred beast who preyed on females in heat. No female had ever survived his wrath, or bore his mark. Except for one. Lilliana never thought what she would come across on one fateful night where she felt more hornier than ever. Once marked by the beast, everyone frowned upon her and she was ruined until the beast appeared again, claiming her as his. 18+ (Jumps into action real quick!)

Out of Darkness They thought she was gone forever. Buried. Forgotten. A ghost of a girl who never made it home. But Olivia Romano didn't die. She was forged in violence, raised in shadows, sharpened into something unbreakable. And now she's back in a world that would rather she stayed dead. Her family wants her loyalty. Her enemies want her blood. And one man-dangerous, magnetic, impossible to ignore-wants all of her. He's the fire she shouldn't touch, the temptation she swore she would never give in to. Yet every glance, every stolen moment, pulls her deeper into a bond that could save her shattered soul... or destroy them both. Because in the world she was born into, love is a liability. And falling for him may be the one weakness she can't survive. Completed 10/15/2025

Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're always so wet." Alecio slammed two fingers deep, thumb crushing my clit, fucking me hard and fast until my thighs shook. Emeric's control finally snapped, eyes molten as he locked his gaze on my pierced nipples. Seven's mouth found my neck, biting in perfect rhythm with Alecio on the other side. "Imagine my cock splitting you open while Seven fucks your mouth," Alecio growled against my skin, "and Emeric decides which hole we ruin next." ----------------------------- Five boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay.

Anya Morelli doesn't just walk into a room-she unravels it. A prodigy with a paintbrush. A daughter forged in blood. An heir to the Russian mafia by birth and the Italian syndicate by bloodline, Anya was never supposed to be soft. But she doesn't kill like her family. She captures. With art that stops hearts and eyes that never flinch. No one gets close. Not anymore. Not since them. Santiago and Matias-best friends, lovers, and heirs to the Spanish throne of crime. Together, they gave Anya a taste of forever. Then they shattered it. What's left of her still bleeds into every canvas she paints, strokes of beauty born from ruin. But destruction has a scent. And it's returning. Vincent Delacour-the newly crowned French mafia king-rules with silence and steel. Beside him, Jules: sharp-tongued, smooth-smiled, and deadly in ways that don't leave marks. They see what others don't. They want what others wouldn't dare. Anya. Not her family name. Not her legacy. Her. And in the dangerous quiet between memory and temptation, something begins to smolder. Something volatile. Something inevitable. - "You think you've hidden the worst parts of yourself," Vincent said, voice like ice sliding over flame. "But we see you, Anya." My laugh was soft, almost cruel. "No. You see what you want to break." Jules leaned against the studio doorframe, eyes dark. "Wrong. We see what we want to keep. And we don't share."

When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"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