𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The job was supposed to be a lifeline. Broke and alone in a city that doesn't care, Golden Miller answers a vague, high-paying listing for a nanny. The requirements are simple: follow the rules, don't ask questions, and never open the locked doors. But the house is too quiet, and its owner, Sawyer White, is too observant. He's a man who deals in structure and control, and he's decided that Golden is the missing piece in his perfect world. In this house, safety comes at a price. As the boundaries between employee and obsession begin to blur, Golden realizes she hasn't just found a job. She's been recruited into a system that doesn't allow for mistakes and Sawyer isn't the type to give second chances. ⚠️ 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱

Damien built his world on control. Power. Order. Distance. Then Nico arrived-loud, fearless, and completely uninterested in behaving properly. What starts as irritation turns into something far more dangerous: attraction. Between chaotic arguments, stolen kisses, and a connection neither of them expected, Damien realizes something surprising. He initially thought he wanted to tame her, now it's not the same. He wants to keep her. Forever.

Letter Keeper follows Delia, a 22-year-old before-and-after school elementary teacher who, bored with the monotony of her life, decides to join a penpal program. When scrolling through letters, she stumbles upon Aubrey-an inmate who has been behind bars since he was 15, convicted of murdering his father after his father brutally killed his mother right in front of him. Now 25, Aubrey is months away from being released, and Delia's curiosity leads her to write him. As their letters grow deeper, Delia finds herself drawn into his complex world, uncovering the pain and trauma that have shaped him. But as Aubrey's release nears, Delia is left wondering if their bond can survive the transition from words on paper to reality-or if some walls can never come down.

Angel can't help wanting to screw her best friend's Daddy. As soon as she turned eighteen, Angel's mother kicked her out of the house. Knowing she has nowhere to go, and not wanting her to live on the streets, her best friend Sydney comes up with the idea of her living with her family. Her parents agreed to let Angel stay for long as she likes. They give her the guest house. One night, her best friend's daddy comes home after a long business trip and they both meet for the very first time.

Warning ⚠️ Incest A very dark romance Sadist masochist Older man Many male lead Love triangle Virgin Big Age gap Light BDSM Step-daughter X step-dad Step brother Daddy issue Controlling! Taboo Abandonment issue Attachment issue Freaky Immature FL Celina Valentina had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private tutors, an army of servants-yet behind her manicured smile was a girl twisted by privilege and neglect. She was spoiled rotten but lonely. To the public, Alexandrovich was the epitome of refinement-a billionaire tycoon with a golden tongue and a genius for empire-building. But behind closed doors, he ruled a darker kingdom. The truth? He was one of the most feared figures in the Russian underworld. A kingpin cloaked in Savile Row suits, trafficking in blood, weapons, and secrets. If there was money in it, he had a hand in it. And he didn't hesitate to kill. No big money is clean Celina's mother, Emma, had learned that too late. After three years of walking on glass, she fled in the night-terrified after Alexandrovich discovered her lies. She abandoned her daughter to save her life. Now she is 19 and alone in the labyrinth of his mansion, Celina lives under the iron grip of her stepfather's rules. Yet as the years pass, fear gives way to fascination. She watches him from the shadows-his power, his control, the way the world bends around him. And something dangerous stirs inside her a desire she hade for him. What happens when the devil becomes the only man you crave? THE STORY HAS MANY PLOT TWISTS SOOOO DONT BE TOO SURPRISED!!!! Guys, I'm still editing it!!

Kalia swore she wasn't gonna fall for Namari - then she did. Problem is, he doesn't even like girls... or at least that's what everybody says. But when feelings start mixin' and Kalia steps up, takin' control of what she wants, everything gets messy real quick. "Get on the bed, back arched - and I don't wanna hear no complaints." She's takin' control this time - of her life, her heart, and him.

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** He was nothing like other men that she'd met in her life. He was different. She knew he was. But he was forbidden. She was beautiful. He saw her and it was all over. Love at first sight. No other woman made him feel the way she did. But she was forbidden. A rivalry that runs ages deep keeps them apart..... Or does it? She wants him and he wants her. No problem right? It doesn't have to be like Romeo and Juliet, right? Instead of two families standing in the way, there's just one. Just one man standing in the way of their happiness. His name? You know his name. Il Diavolo. Vincenzo Bianchi. Her father. Both men are Kings. Both are ruthless and unforgiving. But one will have to bow down if there is peace. One will have to bow down if there is to be a Happily Ever After...... The question is.... Which one will break first? Which one will be the first to bow? Will either get the chance to bow or will someone or something get in the way? Only one way to find out...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

* His hot breath fans my neck as he presses an open mouth kiss there "Walking away just like that huh Mrs Bernardi?" He brings his face up touching his forehead with mine His hooded eyes on me then on my lips "Then I guess you really are weak" He says provoking me. I clench my jaw glaring at him "Fuck you" I try to hit his chest to remove myself from his hold but I couldn't, his grip was too strong that I couldn't even move "Let. Me. Go" I grit my teeth glaring at him "Why?" He mumbles in a mocking tone as he kisses my cheek trailing down to my jaw biting down there I gasp "Afraid that you'll fall in love?" He flickers his gaze to mine, His eyes were hooded A smirk touches his lips We stay there looking in each other's eyes, his forehead stays connected with mine, His lips merely inches away from mine but he don't kiss me, He just.... Stays there. We stay lost in our haze when I speak "It will destroy us" I say whisper still caught in trance while looking in his eyes "You and me both" I whisper to him "Does it matter?" He mutters and I barely heard him before he finally closes the distance between us by pressing his lips on mine -------------------- Luca Bernardi, heir to the ruthless Italian mafia, rules with cold precision and an iron fist. Alisa Vernost, the fiery sister of his sworn enemy, is everything he shouldn't want yet everything he can't resist. Bound by a marriage neither chose, their worlds collide in a storm of hate, power, and forbidden desire. Every glance ignites fury. Every touch blurs the line between love and war. Enemies by blood. Lovers by fate. Will their hatred consume them... or will surrender destroy them both? STRITCLY FOR ADULT READERS ONLY 18+

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.