(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

𝐂𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 [See-air-uh] A 16 year old afro-latina who has a bright future ahead of her, she was born and raised in the Bronx, New York City by her single hard-working Dominican mother. Cyara had a good childhood, surrounded by her tight-knit family. 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝛐𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 [Jay-son] A basketball player in his senior year at Lakeside High. With multiple generous offers and scholarships from some of the most affluent colleges in the USA, it is safe to say he has a promising career ahead of him. When Jason lays eyes on Cyara for the first time, he knows he has to make her his. Cyara's life completely changes forever, when she's forced to move to a new school in a new city as a result of her mother's new demanding job, where she comes across Jason Crane. Will his obsessive nature scare Cyara away? How will she be able to handle his dark past? [TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION, AND HAS GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT IF THIS IS TRIGGERING TO YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THOSE CHAPTERS] 🔒 PSA - PLEASE READ I am in no way glamorising, romanticising, or supporting abuse in any form. This is not a "dark romance" story. This story is written to raise awareness, shed light on real issues, and help identify the warning signs of manipulation, gaslighting, and abuse - especially in young relationships. If these topics are not for you, or may be triggering, please prioritise your well-being and do not continue reading. Your mental health comes first.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

BOOK 2 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎ 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 • Leader of the American Mafia is fighting for custody after his dead wife's family chases him for it. He didn't want this marriage that still troubles him till this day that he has to put it all aside to continue to run his Mafia. And the only thing that's keeping him going is his daughter, Dalia, the heir of his mafia. 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 • The best lawyer in the city, the one that everyone fears. She's bubbly, and down to earth but when it comes to fighting for a case, she hides that personality. When Elijah hires her to win his daughter's custody, he makes an arrangement which changes the both of them and only leads to trouble. Scarlett enters a dangerous world while Elijah enters a place of comfort. What happens when they have to fight their feelings away and stay professional? Will it work out or let their feelings come in their way?

18+ ‼️ "you're fucking mine 𝗄𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗄, and I'm gonna consume you in every single way possible...but first i'm gonna start between your legs...just one taste, please, I'm fucking starving, I haven't tasted you in so long..." He says as he gets onto his knees, shoving his head under my skirt. ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ In a city where darkness reigns, Kailani, a beautiful teenager, lives blissfully unaware that she's being watched by a monster. Salvatore, the world's most feared mafia boss, has been silently stalking her, consumed by a deranged obsession. He doesn't just want her love-he wants to possess her completely, he wants her very essence, twisted and shattered to fit his delusions When the time is right, Salvatore kidnaps Kailani, dragging her to his mansion, a pleace where every room is a twisted shrine to his consuming madness for her. The walls are covered in frantic scribblings of her name, blood-etched mirrors, and stolen belongings of hers. Her life becomes a nightmare as Salvatore subjects her to psychological torment, demanding her love and violently crushing every escape attempt. His obsession festers, growing into a delusion where Kailani belongs to him-body, mind, and soul. Trapped in his psychotic web, Kailani must outmaneuver a man willing to destroy her to make her his.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

3 months later, The Pride is propelled to it's infancy into the legitimate world by Don, Stefano Vanzetti. After being severely traumatized by her kidnapping and the death of her ex-lover, Raelyn Jane Vanzetti continues her battle to find her place in the world that now calls her, Donna. She plans to tackle it all with a positive outlook. Her marriage to a feared and respected made man, the love from family and friends, and the welcoming of her new baby. Being determined to legitimize his organization and keep his family intact, Stefano is thrown into another situation of betrayal and mistrust. Third book in series: Of Mobsters and Men

Four years ago, Selena Moreau gave her heart to a man she had no business loving. She was a seamstress-young, gifted, and far from home. He was a prince, caught between duty and desire, with promises that tasted like forever. In the quiet shadows of the palace, they shared something soft, something sacred... until the world outside tore it apart. Now, Selena lives a quiet life in the town no one of importance ever visits, raising her son with careful hands and a guarded heart. She asks for nothing. Expects even less. The boy she bore is hers alone, and she intends to keep it that way. But when the newly crowned king returns and their paths cross once more, old feelings begin to stir-and buried truths rise to the surface. Alexander is back... not just in her world, but dangerously close to the one secret that binds them forever. He wants to know his son. He wants to understand what he lost. But after everything he left behind... will she let him in? A story of first love, betrayal, and the slow, aching journey back to one another-where the cost of silence may be the only thing keeping them apart.