"Obsession. Possession. No limits. Each one-shot dives into toxic love, dark desire, and characters who don't know when to stop. New story. New chaos. Same heat."

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧.❞ 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙖 ╰┈➤ A seventeen-year-old girl who has never known what it feels like to belong. Or at least... that's what she believes. All Freya remembers is growing up alone. Adopted at six, abandoned again at eight-simply because her family got the child they truly wanted. Later, she was taken in by a wealthy household, but riches never brought warmth. She was never their daughter. Only a stranger under their roof. Bullied at school. No friends. No siblings. No love. If there was one thing Freya did have... It was secrets. Dark ones she could never speak of. Ones she wouldn't even dare to share. She thought this was all her life would ever be. Until... One phone call changed everything. 𝙑𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙚𝙫 ╰┈➤A name that screams power, wealth, obsession... and danger. One of the most feared mafia dynasties in the world. Politicians by day. Criminals by night. But behind the brutality lies something far more haunting- A family broken beyond repair. Daniel Vasilyev, married to Aurora, the love of his life, is the father of seven children. Six sons... and one daughter he cherished more than anything. But the name Vasilyev took her away. They lost their softness the moment they lost her. They thought nothing could ever bring it back. Until that call... Until the ground beneath them began to shake. This may be a lost daughter story. But it is also betrayal. Heartbreak. Trauma. Darkness. Chaos. And, of course... Drama. TW : Mentions of Abuse, SA, self harm, rape, torture, kidnapping.

A new city brings new experiences, leading Rosalie into a more intimate encounter-a one-night stand. It wasn't ideal to lose her virginity to a stranger, one that she thought she'd never see again. Damon De Luca - a man who radiated in wealth, success, and danger. He was the son of a notorious mafia boss, one who would stop at nothing to ruin her with pleasure. #6 Temptation #6 Sinful

"K-Kane!" she gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. He smirked. "What?" Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "Stop that." His hands slid over her waist, securing her in place. "Why?" She swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "You're making my heart beat too fast." Kane took her small hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as violently as hers. "Like mine?" he asked, voice lower, more intense. By day, Kane is a tech billionaire, dominating boardrooms with his sharp mind and icy demeanor. By night, he's a ruthless underground boxer, unleashing his demons with every brutal punch. No one gets close-until Mona. She's small, shy, and too damn sweet for his world. With fiery red hair and innocent green eyes, she's the only softness he's ever known. But behind her hesitant smiles lies a dark past, one that haunts her in nightmares she refuses to talk about. When a storm forces her to stay the night, lines blur. One kiss turns into obsession. One secret could destroy them both. Can Kane protect her from the past she won't reveal-or will his own darkness consume them first? * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

When Simone came back to New York, all she wanted was to live a little - have fun. That was until she met her new boss. Luciano is cold, emotionless, detached, and annoyingly attractive distraction, one that was hard to ignore. Simone never wanted the attraction, but she couldn't stop it, not when he invaded her every thought. Luciano had a purpose, to keep the facade he built for himself, one that masked his true identity - he was the head of the Costa Mafia. He wants the girl, and he wouldn't stop until he had her. #1 Modeling #4 Sinful #4 Hispanic #4 Olderguy

Francesca never thought she'd be forced into a marriage with one of the most dangerous families in Italy. Luca Giovani was everything she hated - smug, overly confident, possessive, and annoyingly hot. The eldest son of the rival family, and now, her future husband after her grandfather gambled away her name. They were never supposed to fall in love, but through changed feelings and sudden intimate encounters, they knew it was impossible to ignore. #3 enemies #6 Italy #1 Rivalry

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

Long before blood stained snow and gods chose sides, before prophecies were spoken aloud and broken blades whispered their hunger, something ancient stirred. A power once betrayed, once torn apart and buried beneath lies, had found a heartbeat again. And that heartbeat loved. Miranda Jacobs was never meant to be the center of creation's collapse. Born of war and wonder, of a war god and a just queen, she carried light . She did not seek destiny, yet destiny bent toward her all the same. Dmitri Volkov housed two souls and one promise. His uncles dark soul and Aetherion a fallen reborn : that nothing would ever touch what was his. Love anchored him where rage would have burned the universe to ash. Love also made him dangerous in ways the gods had forgotten to fear. Because the old rules no longer held. Tyron, born of betrayal and crowned by resentment, believed power was taken, not earned. He sharpened blades meant to erase souls, sent monsters into the dark, and whispered to shadows that thought the gods weak. He wanted the girl. He wanted the end. And Olympus trembled. Zeus clung to control, blind to the cost. Hera hungered for what should never be unchained. Hades saw the future and recoiled from it. Ares sharpened his sword not for glory, but for family. Poseidon watched the tides turn, knowing balance was already broken. The prophecy was clear. When light is pierced by darkness, when love becomes the battlefield, the fallen will rise without mercy, and forgiveness will die with the stars. This was not a story about heroes. It was a story about what happens when love becomes a weapon, when gods make the same mistake twice, and when the universe learns that some bonds cannot be broken without everything burning with them. Book Two begins where fear turns into war. And war remembers names.

"You're here," she murmured, voice steady. "Tell me two things you can see." His throat worked. "The tub," he managed, voice rough. "You." "Good," she said. "Now, two things you can hear." "The shower," he exhaled. "Your voice." "Two things you can feel." "The water." His grip tightened on her hand. "You." "That's good," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. Sawyer Jones lives in a world of chaos-underground fights, illegal races, and the constant war inside his own head. His autism makes the world too loud, too bright, too much. Violence is the only thing that quiets the noise. Until Lia. Soft-spoken but relentless, she meets him in the tub in a party and refuses to leave. She steadies him when the rage takes over, pulls him back when he's drowning. But Sawyer knows better than to believe in peace. In his world, nothing good lasts. And the deeper Lia gets, the more he realizes-he might be her greatest danger yet. PLS GIVE IT A TRY 🌸🌸

The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.