𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 18+ Miya, a thirty-one-year old police officer, stumbles upon a terrifying scene in a dark alley: a girl and a man intent on harming her. Without hesitation, Miya intervenes, rescuing the girl just in time. As it turns out, the girl named Ivy is all by herself, with no family to care for her. Miya makes the drastic decision, and takes her home. But she has no idea that Ivy becomes fixated on her, developing a deep obsession for her. She is caught between her work and the complicated emotions forming from Ivy's obvious affection. It makes her realize that this may destroy her completely, if she lets the forbidden feelings rose to life. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐰...𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧. 𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

Hate. Undermine. Destroy. That's always been the unspoken agreement between Alexiya Volkov and Natasha Andarev. Calculated. Mutually understood. They'd been rivals since undergrad-top of every class, locked in a silent war of rankings, reputation, and control. Every achievement was a provocation. Every success, a challenge. Alexiya always made sure Natasha knew who was superior. And Natasha? She never went down without a fight. Now, years later, they've been forced to work together on the firm's most high-stakes case. Alexiya's cold, cruel, and calculated. Natasha's ruthless, disciplined, impossible to read. They were never meant to be allies. They were never supposed to fall into something darker. They only had one rule: Don't lose. Because buried beneath the bruises and broken pride is something neither of them can name - something darker, hungrier, and far more dangerous than hate. They promised themselves they wouldn't lose. But neither of them ever considered what it would mean to win.

Milan Roman, a fierce and determined woman on a mission, is returning to her family's powerful mafia after a three-year absence. Alongside her twin brother, she's poised to take control of the organization her mother once ruled. But her return isn't without complications-she must work alongside Cairo Lee, a woman who was a major part in Milan's life before their relationship fractured. Their past is complicated, full of unresolved tension and emotional baggage, and now Milan needs Cairo's help to solidify her position in the exclusive mafia world. As old feelings resurface and new challenges arise, Milan must navigate the dangerous balance of power, family loyalty, and rekindling a relationship with Cairo that could either save or destroy everything she's fought for.

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

Riley Mitchell wears #10 like a crown The same number her mother wore when she was the golden girl of college soccer. But Riley isn't golden. She's reckless, impulsive, and carrying a legacy she never asked for. Tatum Hayes has been Riley's personal nightmare since eighth grade. Five years of bullying. Five years of psychological warfare. Five years of making Riley hate herself. Now they're both at the University of Texas. Same campus. Same parties. Same apartment complex. Riley wants to destroy her. Tatum wants... something she can't name. The line between hate and obsession is thin. And when they cross it, there's no going back. LEGACY OF VENOM A dark college bully romance

She's a have not But since when did that ever stop me? Stella Moretti is the definition of trouble, heir to the Moretti empire and a royal pain in the ass. Power, money, drugs, woman you name it - she has it all. But there's one thing she craves, things that she's forbidden from touching. The kind of desire that could get her killed. What happens when she meets someone who challenges her power, a true match for her fire, someone she can't have.....ever. Will she live up to her reputation or fall into something deeper? Hannah Russo lives behind a mask of innocence, only some have seen what lies beneath that mask. Hannah lives for trouble but she has too much to loose, her fathers trust and her carefully put together image that forces her to hold herself back by a thread. But what happens when that thread snaps, when she lets go with the only person she was warned to stay away from. Will she keep up her front or let herself get pulled into something far more dangerous? "Addiction is overrated Obsession however is not" - Stella Moretti

"Lily." she said my name, the letters falling from her mouth like petals wilting from a flower of sin. I didn't respond. Not because I didn't want to. I just didn't know what to say. "I am not going to leave this place without you. I know that I messed up before, but my biggest mistake of all would be losing you. I refuse to let that happen." 𓃠 𓃠𓃠 My name is Lily Lovelace, and I am as bubbly and feminine as my name is. I've moved around with my family from country to country due to my father's job. Due to my unstable and nomadic lifestyle, I've become closed off to true connection despite my strong desire for passion and romance. My heart found itself caught between its hunger for love and the safety of solitude. Eventually we settled down in the rural parts of Italy. I never would have expected to meet a fiery young woman all the way from New York City, with hair akin to a lion's mane and the personality of a cunning fox. Oh, Zafina Mustafa, the woman that you are. 𓃠 𓃠𓃠

"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?

A heart that falters without reason. An illness no cure can touch. Behind it all lies a secret older than centuries, a bond spun from blood and fate. Vera, a gifted violinist, has lived her whole life with this fragile condition, never knowing her soul still carries the echo of a love torn apart. Selene, a vampire who has walked the night for ages, has searched endlessly for the one she lost-the bride stolen from her by those who condemned their forbidden vow. When their paths cross again, memory awakens, and the crimson thread between them pulls tighter. To heal the heart and reclaim their love, they must face the shadows of the past-and the enemies who would see them separated once more.