Raven, she was a man's wet dream. She ran. She fought. She killed. She saved. A runaway. Ares, A cold-blooded killer. A Don. His looks were perfected by the gods. Nico, He's quiet. A murderer. He keeps to himself, but he has a softspot for her. Roman, he gets along with everyone. ............................................................................ A/N This is not a slow burn.

Book 3 of the 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 series {Standalone} 𑁍 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𑁍 𝕷𝖔𝖑𝖆 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 is a sweet, kind, and reserved young woman whose only wish in life is to be loved. However, her childhood begs to differ, and as she comes of age, her father decides to marry her to the most psychotic man. Two years later, Lola manages to escape from her arranged marriage and have a new start. She has experienced enough pain to make her despise the world, but she still has one dream... Love 𝖃𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆, by the mere age of ten, he became a killer. By the age of sixteen, he became the don of the Spanish mafia. By the age of twenty-seven, he is considered the most cold-hearted and cruel don to ever exist. With enough blood on his hands to paint rivers, he has no weakness. Until her. 𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍 𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖟, born in blood and drowned in sin, is the underboss of the mafia. There is nothing but sarcasm running through his veins. He has the looks and tattoos, but most importantly, he packs a punch. He never desired love. Until her. 𝕹𝖔𝖆𝖍 𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖟, also known as Diablo, is literally built for sin. Ruthless, heartless, and merciless. He only has three interests: cars, blood, and blackjack. Until her. Lola has all three powerful men wrapped around her little finger. But with power comes danger, as does her own past. Making her a target. But these men will go to any length to keep her safe. Because she is theirs and they are hers. ⚠️There will be violent and explicit content in this book. Recommended to readers 18+⚠️ ❗️I don't own any of the photos. I just made the aesthetics.

She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age. They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business. What could go wrong? NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL Book cover photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/2533343533874362/ Started: 7/7/24 #1 in ENGLISH ~ 2/8/24 #1 in LAWYER ~ 14/8/24 #1 in POLY ~ 29/8/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 27/09/24 (My birthdayyyyy) #1 in DOMINANCE ~ 22/10/24 #1 in SEXY ~ 20/4/25 #1 in RH ~ 29/5/25 #1 in GRUMPYXSUNSHINE ~ 6/10/25

TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says. Book one of series

One car crash changed Liliane's life. moving to another state to start anew, Liliane finds herself the centre of attention to the untouchables. The small shy girl becomes the light to their darkness. The protective and brooding men become her saviours.

A Forbidden love quadrangle with a Mob Twist From scrubbing floors to scrubbing up for the wealthy, ruthless, and devastatingly attractive mafia kings...Millie never thought her cleaning job would lead to this. After an unforgettable one night stand, Millie never expected to see the handsome millionaire again, let alone discover he's part of a powerful mafia dynasty. Now she's a maid - bound to not one, but three dangerously seductive Moretti brothers, each with their own dark desires. But is Millie just the maid, or something more?

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄 is pretty sure her new neighbor is a serial killer. What else could explain his antisocial behavior, creepily minimalistic apartment, and that inhumanly emotionless demeanor? Not to mention the bloody body parts that have started showing up. It's too bad she's not scared of him. Or his unveiled threats on her life. But an emotionally scarred gangster on the run -- riding the brink of insanity and followed by a host of trouble -- is a lot more than she could've bargained for. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is beyond redemption. Capo of the Romano crime family, the sociopathic Prince of Chicago, hell wrapped in a designer suit. He exemplifies cold precision and perfect control. His job has always come easily to him for the very same reason that his name is feared widely: he's incapable of emotion. But something horrifying and sinister is beginning to happen to him. And it turns out that pesky slipping sanity is the least of his concerns. Because his new neighbor is a ray-of-sunshine wildcard dipped in beauty like he's never seen, and she won't leave him alone. Worse, he can't decide if he should kill or protect her. Massimo doesn't count on Vivienne being the first person to look at him like he's human. Or demons from his past coming back to haunt him. Much less a new threat looming on the horizon. Or love. Especially not that. ♛ Deviant Prince is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance. WARNING: this story gets very dark. You must check the CW in the intro. [ Book 2 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ]

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?