Evelyn Thompson, 19, is a sweet, innocent girl who lives in the shadow of her own fears, silenced by a disability that prevents her from speaking. Her wide, expressive eyes and gentle demeanor make her all the more captivating, an enchanting presence in a world that seems too harsh for her. Damien Black, 28, is the enigmatic and powerful Don of America's most feared mafia. With a ruthless streak and a heart encased in ice, his dark, smoky eyes burn with an intensity that no one dares to meet. His presence commands a dangerous allure, a magnetic pull that draws people in even as it terrifies them. When Damien's gaze falls upon Evelyn, the delicate beauty with a silent voice, an unexpected fire ignites. The collision of his dark, brooding intensity with her tender, untouched innocence creates a palpable tension. What happens when the ruthless mafia guy captures this young little sweetheart in his eyes? ⚠️ Warning: - Triggering content - Mature content - Sex scenes - Vulgar language - Sexual assault - Nonconsensual intimate moments (18+ only) Pictures attached in chapters are not owned by me. Credits go to Pinterest.

Vanessa Ferraro is the kind of beauty men admire from a distance-soft, breathtaking, and trapped in a marriage where she's treated like a possession instead of a wife. Dante Vitiello is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about-obsessed, ruthless, and powerful enough to take whatever he wants without apology. He saw her once and decided to have her. So, he proposed a deal to her husband-5 million dollars for one weekend with his wife. And guess what, her husband agreed... ➵TROPES LIST ✧ Dark Mafia Romance ✧ Alpha / Possessive Hero ✧ Power Imbalance & Coercive Control ✧ Enemies-to-Lovers ✧ Billionaire Romance ✧ Age Gap ✧ Forbidden Romance ✧ Transactional Seduction (Paid-For Weekend Deal) ✧ Kidnapping / Abduction ✧ Forced Proximity ✧ Violence / Murder / Criminal Underworld ✧ Domestic Abuse (By Her Husband) ✧ Trauma / PTSD Themes ✧ Graphic Smut / Explicit Erotica

Alpha Rhodes and his pack are on borrowed time. The vampire civil war is wiping out packs at a frightening rate to sustain their forces, viewing the wolves as little more than fodder and slaves. Surrounded by selfish packs, just trying to stay alive, he turns back to unconventional thinking to turn the tides. It's the same crazy idea that landed him his beta nearly a decade ago. Oryn throws everything he is into being the model beta his adoptive pack and savior alpha deserve, putting as much distance as he can between his future and his past. No matter how hard he tries he can't shake the demons that chase him as they search desperately for a solution to keep the pack from being wiped out. Lyra only knows one thing, only the strong survive. Depending on others will get you killed as fast as a pack finding you, until a watery crash turns her life upside down. With time running out, can Oryn tame the feral woman who holds the key to their salvation, and his redemption? *Teaser* The completed story can be found on my Patreon.

**Contains smut** Astaria is the newest team member of Task Force 141. She's a skilled fighter and the best of the best when it comes to gathering intel. When she meets Ghost, Konig, and Keegan, she can't help but fall for all three of them. Each one is different but she loves all of them. Ghost, Konig, and Keegan are a part of Task Force 141. When they meet Astaria, they instantly fall for her. She's sweet and kind but also tough and brave. Not to mention she looks like a goddess. They struggle to win her over. Who will win her heart? Will they all have to share her? Or will their fighting make them lose her forever? ✤✤✤✤✤ "Hey," I say and look up at him. "Don't you have a report to write?" I see his eyes crinkle and realize he's smiling. "Of course." He says. "But I figured you'd like the company." I smile and nod. "That's sweet of you," I say. "But you'll only distract me." He chuckles. "Sweetheart," He says. "If I was really distracting you, you wouldn't be able to talk." I blush. Oh fuck. I'm screwed. I'm fucking screwed so bad. ✤✤✤✤✤ This book is a work of fiction and contains smut and possible triggers. Please read the trigger warnings before continuing (they can be found in the Trigger Warnings chapter). I do NOT own the Call Of Duty franchise or its characters. I only own my own characters. Book cover art by @661ave (you can find them on Twitter, TikTok, and Insta). Love your work @661ave! Book word count: 33,126

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

UNEDITED "𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔." 18-year-old Adaline Martinez gets a summer job babysitting for the richest families in Miami Florida, The Hernandez's. What happens when Adaline gets caught up in Hernandez's rocky marriage and starts an affair with Lorenzo Hernandez. This is the only platform my book is posted on. Ranks~ #1 in desire #7 in drama

[18+] COLLEGE ICE HOCKEY ROMANCE *~*~* Conrad Taylor is an asshole - everyone knows that. But when you're the star player of the hockey team, your father is one of the richest men in the country, and you have the looks of a tortured fallen angel, not many people seem to care. He certainly doesn't, not when he's too busy riding around with a visible chip on his shoulder. And boy, are they nice shoulders. *~*~* Sophie Pritchett craves normalcy after a lifetime of self-imposed isolation. With her dad's support and her therapist's gentle encouragement, she finally feels ready to step out into the world - or at least into a shared off-campus apartment with a few strangers. Tentatively, of course. Totally doable, right? Only it's not that easy. The girls aren't for the faint-hearted, and that's exactly what Sophie is. Her struggles with personal boundaries and social settings make it more than obvious that she's weird - and that's not including her strange obsession. When the hockey team starts volunteering at the hospital where Sophie teaches art therapy, she suddenly has the perfect excuse to feed that obsession - one that just happens to have Conrad Taylor written all over it. But when an unlikely friendship begins to form between Sophie, Conrad, and Casey - a witty little boy who's been dealt an unfair hand in life - Sophie learns there's a lot more hidden beneath the rude, sarcastic, and cold exterior of Conrad. Maybe he's just a broken little boy with a heart that feels too much. *~*~* Grumpy/Sunshine - Bad boy/Good girl - hates everyone except her Romance with a Brooke Bennett spin on it😜 Book 2 in the Campus Kings Series, but can be read as a STAND-ALONE. Mature 18+ (Language, content, all that good stuff) Enough character development to turn the devil back into an angel. New chapters every Wednesday and Sunday. *Big Fat Smooch* Good to see you again, my lovelies.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨." A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.