"Ezra?" I ask, glaring at his stupidly beautiful face. "Yes, love?" He answers, his eyes fixed on the flowers infront of us. "I hate you." I say. He shakes his head before chuckling. "The feelings are mutual, love." °•°•° Azora Ivy Reid, an 18 year, who's whole life has been based on panic attacks. Everyone would think that she's perfect. Smart, rich, famous. Who wouldn't want that? But behind every closed doors, its not exactly the perfect life you see on cameras. Ezra Everette Huxley, a 19 year old with the looks any girl would drool over. His life has never been perfect, not even once. If it wasn't for his football career, he would've been a disappointment to his father, with all the fights he gets in daily. He may be a huge asshole, but that doesn't mean he isn't hurting inside. These two have been competing against eachother since birth. Azora had to move away when she was 10, and she was the happiest ever to be leaving this place, with all the bad memories. Now she's back to New York. Ezra and Azora's fathers' have been best friends since they were young so the Huxley and Reids decide to spend time together at a fancy hotel for a week before college. Its only a week, they can survive. But its much worse when both find out they go to the same college. Over the one week they spend, they decide to forget all about their rivalry history and get along, and when they find eachother in college, they decide to be friends, but they can't seem to let go of competing against eachother.

When a sweet innocent Kat finds herself crossing paths with the dark and dangerous Renzo of the Boston mob she has no idea who she let into her life when she accepted help from the handsome man. Read this, and let the slow burn unravel. -Dark Romance- (Stand alone in: A Shade Darker series)

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"The Dead Dialed" follows seasoned detective Silas Creed, a sharp-minded investigator with a haunted past, and his rookie partner Nora Finch, whose tenacity and intuition defy her inexperience. Together, they dive into a string of high-profile cases that reveal something deeper-and deadlier-lurking beneath the surface. As Silas and Nora confront danger on every dark corner, they forge a bond that transcends mere partnership. But what begins as professional chemistry soon spirals into a tangled relationship, shadowed by secrets and personal stakes. The duo stumbles onto a chilling clue that unravels a vast criminal syndicate operating in plain sight-a gang with power, reach, and no intention of being exposed. Their journey isn't just about catching culprits-it's about trust, truth, and the question of how far you're willing to go for the one who answers when no one else does.

Arabella Carter A sixteen year old with a naive heart and innocent brain; she is the literal definition of sweetness. She is one of- no IS the the kindest and purest girl you'd ever come across, with angelic features and a body girls could only envy. She has an unhealthy obsession with miniskirts and aesthetically pleasing outfits, attracting everyone to befriend her. That was until he claimed her. And unfortunately for her, she believes the world is all sunshine and rainbows, dreaming of a fairytale romance. Kade Kairo The total opposite. Being nothing alike whatsoever, can the sinful bad-boy protect the naive Arabella; the cliche good girl? And maybe, just maybe, there could be a few exclusive dates, one too many stolen kisses and a whole lot of cheesy jokes... 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ~ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. First published on @emjay321

Ever since 19 year old Vera's dad died her mother changed. She's become violent towards Vera and is never home. Even after everything she's going through she still has a good heart and sees the good in people and the world. Vera needs someone's help, but who? Will she ever be able to find someone who can make her feel safe? Struggling with feeling alone in a world of war, guns, and drugs, Holden tries to manage to be the Don of the Russian Mafia at the age of 23. He feels that he needs something more than just hookups. But all the girls he's met want his money, power, and authority. He wants someone who wants him for more than that. How will he change for the better by finding that special someone? Will a women finally want him for him? ---------------- This is my first ever story i've written. I can't thank you guys enough for the reads and support I've received.

BOOK ONE of the WESTMINSTER ACADEMY series "Don't worry, we'll get to the point where you do as I say just because I said it. That's submission, and you're more than capable of it." "I know what submission is, and you are not going to get mine" I shot back, enraged. We stared at each other with hostility for a few seconds. Then he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't, and shifted in his seat. "You'll get a taste of who's in charge, and then we'll see what you have to say for yourself." He patted his lap. "Over my knee." *updates every week* *the whole book is available as an ebook on Patreon*

"Ariel," he said, my name falling from his lips like a prayer. It's the first time he said my name And before I could process what was happening, he pulled me into a deep, breathtaking kiss. His lips crashed against mine, firm and desperate, like he had been holding back for far too long. I gasped against his mouth, but he only used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, his arms wrapping around me fully, holding me close. I melted. I completely melted into him, my hands reaching up to thread through his hair as he tilted his head, taking his time to explore my lips like he was memorizing every inch. Tropes: Only soft towards her Arranged Marriage (forced) Love at first sight Villian mmc (kinda?) Touch her and die 🤭 HEA

He carefully cleaned my hand and wiped any blood before bandaging it. He finished and looked up to me. I looked back into his eyes, wanting to look away, yet not being able to. "Th..thanks." Our hands were still holding one another's. He inched closer. "Don't hurt yourself again amour. Are you always this dumb?" He said with a smirk. My breath hitches at our closeness. Neither of us moved, but if we did, our lips would've been touching. Fuck. "Let me ask you something. It's 1:46 am, and you're still up? Why?" Magnus looked into my eyes deeply. Magnus Thibault De La Croix Rousse, heir to the French mafia. He's cold and stuck up. Eyes that could pierce one's heart. He won't think twice before killing anything that even breathes towards him. Amira Solance Luciano, heir to the Italian mafia. She's been in training since she was 7. Fencing, Archery, you name it. Martial arts was her best. She's skeptical but sweet. Although, she's horrific. Context: The two have to tolerate one another once their mafias join. They have to join to defeat the American mafia and their attack. Their parents continuously talk about expanding the mafia. What will happen if they do? Will they get along? Can they tolerate one another? Caution! ⚠️⚠️ There won't be warnings before any mature scenes appear, so read at your own risk. Including spicy scenes, killing, torture, black mail, sexual assault, etc.

Raised in the Mafia, I have known no other life other than cold calculated violence and discipline. A life where brutality is praised and weakness is ridiculed, I became the best of my parents and the worst the world has ever seen. Young and still gaining control of my mafia, love is never an option for me, that is until one night at a Mafia ball where I spy a woman who has me to my knees. I want more, more, more. She's reckless and cunningly beautiful. Too good for me and yet the only one for me. We fight for survival and for each other because neither one of us will let go. ------------------------- I sat in the back, legs apart and looked at her with my head tilted. She licked her lips and squeezed though the front seats all the while looking at me. I pulled her towards me and she chuckled as she sat on my lap. Her legs were either side of me and her breathing was ragged. I ran my hand down her cheek and pulled her into me. I kissed her lips and soon our tongues whirled around. Hungry and rough. She held her head back and I began to plant rough kisses onto her beautiful neck. "Am I a bad influence?" She breathed. Her hands were on the back of my neck. I stopped kissing her and looked up at her. "Everyone needs a little bad in their lives." I whispered back making her smile. My hands found her waist and I noticed her short dress had ridden up exposing her thighs. She wore it to tease me and I loved it. Fuck, I loved her body. She breathed into my neck and I pulled off her dress in one slick motion. My hands were all over her back, feeling her, touching her. Her soft skin drove me crazy. ------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK TWO OF THE MAFIA SERIES