Rafe Cameron was the last person she should have fallen for -her best friend's brother, a Kook with too many demons to count. He drank to forget, fought to feel, and spiraled until there was nothing left of him but the chaos he created. But with her, he was different. She was the only one who could quiet the storm in his head, the only thing that made him feel something real. She should have walked away. He should have let her go. Instead, they became each other's favorite sin -an addiction neither of them could escape. 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮~

He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

You and your daughter moved into a new house in a quaint neighborhood. Your next-door neighbor? Captain John Price. John Price x Fem!Single!Mom All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

***THIS STORY IS FOUR YEARS OLD; SO TROPES AND IDEAS MIGHT SEEM REPETITIVE FOR THE FANDOMS NOW*** Bambi Swan has always been 'different', branded crazy by everyone she meets she's come to terms with the fact that there is something wrong with her. But when she moves to Forks, and meets Edward Cullen, he starts to realise that maybe not everything about this girl is 100% human. Formerly: The Swan Hybrid.

Some lights don't fade... they stay to burn. Grace Swan never believed in fairy tales. Not the kind with castles, nor the kind with monsters. But Forks, with its endless rain and quiet roads, has always felt like home-a place where she could finally breathe again. Except, she comes home to more people than she remembered. She came home to him. Jasper Hale is quiet. Reserved. Haunted. And he's hiding something. Something not even his golden eyes or Southern charm can bury forever. But Grace isn't afraid of his shadows. If anything, she sees through them. She brings light - sunlight - to the storm beneath his skin. As her twin sister Bella begins to unravel the Cullen family's truth, Grace finds herself spiralling into her own. Jasper's world isn't just different-it's dangerous. Yet somehow, in his arms, it feels like safety. Like home. Torn between the life she's always known and the eternity she never dreamed she'd want, Grace must decide: how far is she willing to go for the one person who finally makes her feel seen? And what happens when the fading of sunlight doesn't mark the end of something, but the beginning?

Sophia Marino lived with her aunt in America since she was 7, her mom died when she was still a baby and she would visit her family during holiday. Now twenty four working a boring office job she went clubbing one night to relax and get laid. She got laid, but she also got pregnant by one of the most ruthless men out there, Russian mafia leader Vasily Petrov. She was his the moment he saw her goofing around on the dance floor and brought her to his hotel room, the pregnancy part was just more motivation to get her, not that he would have backed down or needed extra motivation to have her. Like every other mafia man, he got what he wanted no matter what he had to do *Warning - violence, swearing, mature I guess*

Morana Alistar is CEO and founder of a large company that took over the world. But she is nearly anonymous as she doesn't speak, she has her close friend be her presence in public disputes and avoids all eyes. Kieran Richards and Davian Connor both own the strip of Las Vegas, owning many illegal businesses and casinos, they feed people's gambling addictions and poor ways of life. Morana is wishing to turn one of the biggest casinos they own into a part of her empire. Nevada is the last state she needs a place in until she owns nearly the entire US. The issue is, the men are stubborn and dislike her friend who speaks for her heavily. So they ask for Ms. Alister and make an agreement. What is the risk?

"My mother always told me not to play with fire. I guess I should've listened." ... Alana has spent her life adhering to strict rules, raised in a family where appearances meant everything. Trained to be the perfect daughter-calm, composed, and obedient-she's never dared to step out of line or show her true self. Sergei has been betrayed more times than he can count, leaving him hardened, ruthless, and haunted by paranoia. He's built walls no one can penetrate, trusting only in his own power to survive. ... When a professional encounter with an angry Sergei at Alana's job leads her to be kidnapped, she's thrown into his ruthless underworld, held captive in exchange for her life. What will happen when their lives collide in a marriage neither wants but can't resist? Will their undeniable passion spark the possibility of love or will it fade once reality hits? #1 in enemies #1 in dark #1 in darkromance #1 in mafiaromance #1 in manipulation #1 in adultthemes #1 in captive #1 in russian #1 in heartbreak

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

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.