𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?

╰┈➤Opposites attract, the law of physics states. I didn't think it applied to me. ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ׂ((CREDITS FOR COVER: @ONYXacees)) Adrian Varga is the definition of a model student. Straight A's, an excellent athlete, an S-tier reputation and an enviable amount of wealth and status in his name. His whole future is mapped out, and all he has to do is to maintain this plan, follow the path and not screw it up. Nothing and no one can get in his way. He must see anything hindering his success as a distraction and ignore his desires. Every year, month, week and day is an ongoing cycle. Wake up, eat, be perfect, sleep, and repeat. But this cycle soon breaks, and a new obstacle enters his path. Enter Axel Konstantinos. Certified bad boy, school delinquent, horrible grades and an F-tier reputation. He's the complete opposite of Adrian: impulsive, cocky, flirty, and reckless. He's someone Adrian does not want to cross paths with. But it's too late before Adrian realizes he's in too deep. (ORGINAL CREATOR: @SIG1astatine on Wattpad)

"You make me lose my fucking mind, Aaron." He pants as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes look starved, as if he needs to do something wrong on a whole different level. And before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. . . . Aaron Williamson is a perfectionist. He loves making people happy and also cannot tolerate anyone who tries to take it away. His past is mostly a blur to him, but deep down, he knows it was gruesome and cannot figure out how. Behind this facade, he is an assassin. His main motto is to 'kill and flee', never letting anyone know about it. He was very protective of his older brother, Jake, who is the CEO of the renowned company The Williamson's, and Aaron works under him. He knows what he does is dangerous, but for the people he loves, he will fight. He has to. But fate has something planned up its sleeve when one fine night at a bar, he meets someone. Someone so endearing and irresistible that they could ruin him and his plans. And before he knows it, he is in too deep. Jean Castillo, a French American mafia, runs businesses worldwide. He is known for working closely with many upperclassmen and has a reputable name in the mafia world. To disguise himself from the legal authorities, he works a side business at Tailgate Enterprises. Those who dared to go past his orders and disoblige him, were hunted. And in the end, could not live to tell the tale. He knew he was strong. Knew everyone feared him. Then why was this one guy looking at him dead in the eyes and destroying every wall he built over the years with just his face? he hated it. He hated him. He was trapped and he could not get out, and it seems like he doesn't want to. It's forbidden and yet it just feels right. Right?

UNDER EDITING!! BOOK 1 In the depths of his desires, a tempest brewed, fueled by an irresistible longing that defied reason and ignited a primal, consuming need. Dis gay (; First book❗❗

In a world full of dangerous people, one stands out. Amari Aguilar. Someone who doesn't fit in. Can't fit in. Someone different, which makes him a target. What happens when theres a dragonfly among dragons? Amari Aguilar lives in a world where the strongest survive. From a criminal household he's been told to "be strong", "don't show weakness", "boys don't cry". So he doesn't. What he has to live up to be? A cold hearted killer, just like his dad, and soon, his brother. He never wanted this life. He has a passion for painting. But his old man doesn't like that. So he stopped. He puts up a facade. Pretends to be someone scary, ruthless, merciless. What happens someone stronger, smarter, and scarier sees through it?

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬!! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 : 𝟎𝟐.𝟎𝟓.𝟐𝟐

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 ⚜⚜⚜ The minute she turns around, my eyes lock onto her. Her striking features catch my attention, and I notice the exhaustion in her amber eyes. Then it hits me. She's the girl who tried to escape earlier outside. I've seen her before. Where have I seen her before? I've seen her where-suddenly, realization strikes me. She was the one who served us at the club. "Y-You," my son stares at her in disbelief. "Yeah, I know I'm hot as fuck," she smirks. ⚜⚜⚜ Valentina isn't just a teenager- she's Medusa, a ruthless assassin and the Donna of the American Mafia. Beneath her normal life lies a world of danger, secrets, and a painful past filled with heartbreak and abuse. After her cruel stepfather dies in a fire, the police uncover a link to her father and brother she never knew about. As Valentina moves in with her family, deadly threats and the truth about her mother emerge, forcing her to question everything. Can she trust her family with her secrets? Will they accept her for who she truly is? And what is her mother hiding?

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"