Prim and proper Savannah Miller moves away from home to attend a prestigious University. She's ready to keep her head down and not cause trouble, that is until she meets Noah Ainsley. Noah is a tough-talking, thrill-seeking no-good bad boy, and rule follower Savannah has caught his eye. *this is an open door romance - there will be explicit sexual scenes* the spicy chapters will have ♡ ♡ in the title contains: bad language, scenes of a sexual nature, violence, drugs and alcohol

A 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 novel. Can be read as a stand alone. ~ "𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝." ~ His ghosts have followed him here - to this dreadful, sleepless place - where he's been inducted as the new Capo of Boston's branch of La Cosa Nostra by Don Roman Moretti himself. He's evolved; he's cruel and bloodthirsty. They call him the new God of the City. But gods are just monsters with a crown. And Vince has become someone he thought he buried long ago. The demons stalk him, cling to him, whisper in his ears. They're loud. Unrelenting. They consume everything. Except when he sees her. Azra Kian Sorrentino. A mind carved from stone. A heart lit from fire. She was raised the hard way - but instead of breaking her, it built her. She is all compassion in a world that rewards cruelty. She is sacred. Untouched. His peace. She's made for sin --made for him. And she hasn't noticed him watching. For months. She sets his soul ablaze. He tempts her like winter chill sliding up a summer spine. He's patient...but not patient enough. He wants her because she's the only one who makes the voices go quiet. She makes the blood he's spilled insignificant. She's made the chaos still. But behind Azra's fear... is a far more dangerous emotion. Temptation. ~ "𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ~ -HEA/No OWD -Romance/thriller -mature scenes (18+) -AGE GAP -DARK STALKER ROMANCE -stripperxmafia I DON'T OWN THE COVERS.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

NOT A REVERSE HAREM NOR A MAFIA STORY! He lightly shook his head and pressed his lips together, then, all his worry fled, leaving him to look completely carefree. "You're nothing but a distraction, our toy to play with-a fuck, you mean nothing. Know your place around here, Kezanel." He sneered in my face, burying his cold stare into me so I wouldn't forget just how scary he could be. Axel squeezed his hand, cutting off my air supply. "Understood." Gasping for air, I scratched at his wrist, nodding my head very slowly. One eyebrow arched and he leaned into me, his stare more intense now that I wanted to look away, but if I did I would be in trouble. "Y-Yes." I let out a strangled cry and pleaded with my eyes for him to let go. A tiny smirk curved at his lips and he shoved me back, his hand freeing from my neck. I fell to the floor, coughing and watching as he left the room carelessly-as if nothing happened. - Her father threw her away like she was nothing - he considered her to be a bastard child, he wanted her gone and he didn't care who took her. But a debt she knew nothing about was the actual reason for her dismissal. The Santiago's. They run Strixfield and everyone in it. They're cold-hearted and ruthless, and people owe them. So when there's a debt to be paid..they'll be at your doorstep faster than a gun being fired through it. - #1 hateloverelationship 19/4/22 #3 steamy 5/5/22 #4 twistedromance 5/5/22 #1 darkromance 6/5/22 #1 killers 30/12/22 #1 santiago 28/7/22 #2 criminals 11/9/22 #1 debt 17/8/22 #1 sinful 11/12/22 | 5/9/23 #1 cartel 18/10/22 #1 kinky 15/2/23

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

"I'll earse every man from the world if it means you will be mine then." Year- 1780s India Place- Madras Vasudha Banerjee × Steve Collins -×- Is this the right thing which is happening? I don't even know what is happening around me now? The only thing I know is that the man standing in front of me with his dark blazing blue eyes and ash blonde hair is towering over me, looking down on me but instead of mocking, he is somehow angry that I danced with someone else and glaring at me. "Steve? What's wrong? Why are you behaving like this?" He didn't even flinch his gaze from me and scaring the soul out of me, he said in a rather arrogant tone, "My lady, you shouldn't dance, interact or even look at any other man when you have a husband, that's basic etiquette." I shouldn't be surprised, his pride comes first instead of his wife. But- "Surely it isn't the only reason that you pulled me to a corner to talk about this?" I said before he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to his face and the smell of cigarettes, hitting my nose. And taking my hands in his, he started dancing suddenly and that's when he laid down his threat. "My dear little wifey, if I smell other man on your body, remember it, I won't hesitate to prove that you belong to me in front of him and then kill him in front of you." Surely, this man is a certified Maniac. -×- Vasudha, a simple normal girl who visited her village during her vacation but accidentally triggered a spell and got transmigrated into the timeline of India when East India Company were expanding their rule and underneath promoting their fear among the poorer sections. But bad luck of Vasudha, when she opened her eyes, she was already married and that to a Britisher as a part of an alliance to an infamous British General who wasn't even interested in her. But when she left him, thinking nothing will come out of this marriage. He chased her. But why? Why chase her? Does he love her? Or is it something else?

"You hate me now," he whispered , pressing my back to the wall, caging me in with nothing but muscle, heat, and sin. His lips brushed my ear, voice like velvet soaked in fire. "but soon, Arohi... you won't know if you want to run from me, scream for mercy-" He paused, smirked and lowered his mouth to my neck. "-or beg me to never stop." And then, a whisper that felt like a threat, a promise, a prophecy, "Doesn't matter. Either way, you'll still end up mine."

"You're pissed, huh?" he murmured, his lips hovering over mine. "Mad that I showed up? Mad that I won't let you lie to me?" His grip tightened around my wrists, his voice dropping to something rough and sinful. "Or mad because even after your little date, you're still fucking wet for me?" My stomach clenched, heat coiling between my thighs, and I hated him for it. I lifted my chin, narrowing my eyes. "You jealous, Killian?" I taunted, licking my lips just to make his gaze flick down. "Pissed off because I let another man touch me?" His grip snapped tighter, and he backed me up until my spine hit the wall. "I don't get jealous," he growled. "I get territorial." Hi, I'm not gonna give u any kind of warning except that this book is DARK. If you're down for whatever then go ahead and enjoy baby girl , but if you have limits that are nonexistent in this book pack your things and leave, your mental health is more important to me love. Yours truly, Lora King

Tatiana knows that Commander Corik would never look her way. She's just an average worker in the Dollhouse, a place full of beautiful women that all orc fighters go to relieve themselves of their aggression. She is no one worth his time. But tragedy soon befalls them both, and he ends up making a grave mistake. He swears to her that he will make it right. However, Tatiana doesn't know what that entails. She doesn't even think he made a mistake! Corik won't hear it though. He swears to make it up to her and repent for his sins, whether she wants him to or not. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of mild dubcon elements, graphic violence, death, FL with low self-esteem issues, bullying, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae Elowen thought her whirlwind romance with Kaelen was a fairy tale-until she discovered she was his rebound. Two years into their marriage, she overhears the devastating truth: he's secretly remained close to the glamorous ex he never told her about, and their entire relationship began as a bet among his friends. Heartbroken, Elowen walks out. Now, Kaelen must embark on a grueling journey of redemption. To win back the woman he truly loves, he must cut ties with his past, confront his own failings, and prove through relentless, humble action that his love for her is real-and that she was never just a consolation prize.