"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

I step behind her, keeping eyes on her in the huge mirror before us. Clasping the zipper, her body tenses from the cold rings across my fingers. Achingly slow, I start closing her dress, placing a single kiss on her shoulder before looking back up into those gorgeous eyes. "Beautiful." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alaina is a regular town girl, wanting nothing more than to get out of her 1 bedroom apartment and actually live her life. But things are never that easy. She's never met anyone who wasn't plain black and white, someone who actually intrigued her. Until that night. Now Dominic on the other hand, he has everything he could ever ask for, except someone to share it with. He longs for someone to call his own. Everyone girl he'd met in this city were stuck up without a single interesting quality. Could Alaina be the one? Or is she just another girl? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cover by @Badbitty10 DISCLAIMER- this is a more fast paced story, but i have others that are slower if that's what you prefer :)

In the underworld of Seoul, two powerful families have been enemies for decades. The Kim family rules the shadows. The Jeon family controls the empire. And between them stands one person who was never supposed to become the center of a war. Jeon Jungkook. Quiet. Brilliant. Living like an ordinary university student despite being the heir to one of the most dangerous families in Korea. But someone has been watching him. For five years. Kim Taehyung - known in the underworld as V, the ruthless enforcer of the Kim family - has memorized every detail of Jungkook's life. His habits. His routines. His smiles. Jungkook doesn't know it yet. But the most dangerous man in Seoul has already decided something. No one will touch Jungkook. Not the Jeon family. Not the enemies hunting him. Not even fate itself. Because Kim Taehyung doesn't protect what he loves. He possesses it. Start : 11/3/2026 End. : ----------------

𝕾𝖍𝖍𝖍... 𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕. . . . paperback soon <3

Samuel and Noël have know eachother probably their whole lives, grew up in the same town, went to the same schools, played hockey for the same team, but for as long as they can remember they've hated eachother. No one knows why, they probably don't even remember why. They haven't spoken since they went to college, but when Noël ends up transferring to Samuel's school everything changes. Can they continue to hate eachother, or will everything as they know it change?

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He walks closer to me, pushing me back against his desk. "I'm going to throw you down and fuck you until you scream my fucking name." His fingers slip under my dress and the heat between my legs grows, causing me to cross my legs. He pushes his knee in between my legs, separating them apart. "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk away from me again." His soft pink lips, curling into his signature smirk. - - - - - - ♡ - - - - - - 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢, the daughter of a notorious assassin and a prodigy. She is ruthless and kills without hesitation nor emotion, making her deadly. With stunning green eyes, a sculpted body and a magnificent mind she gets anything and everything she wants. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢, the leader of the most powerful and feared Italian Mafia. No one dares to question the man running the biggest mafia in the world. A man that has been raised with power, wealth and fame. With his alluring features, killer charms and a malevolent mind, he is the one to be or beat. When Lorenzo's mafia gets threatened by an upcoming- a nobady American Mafia, Lorenzo struggles to uphold his criminal empire without it crumbling to the ground. After struggling, he finally decides to ask one of his biggest enemies for help, but it's not such an easy feat because his enemy is a bigger asshole than him.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.