"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

"You think you're a ghost in these halls, Aurora, but I have memorized the frequency of your breath. Go ahead-run. But I am the horizon; no matter how far you go, you are still within my sight. I will dismantle every version of a life you've built without me until the only thing left for you to lean on is my shadow. You aren't just a part of my world; you are the pulse I use to measure it." - Evander Laurent __________ In the hallowed, gothic halls of Ardencrest University, being a 'Ghost' is a survival strategy. Scholarship student Aurora Lane knows the rules: stay invisible, protect her brother, and avoid the gaze of the Elite. But she made one fatal mistake. She was noticed by the Crown Prince. Evander Laurent doesn't just lead; he possesses. He is a mastermind who views people as chess pieces, and he has decided that Aurora is his most prized prize. He doesn't want her heart-he wants to be the very air she breathes. He is systematically isolating her, tearing down her world until he is the only thing she has left to hold onto. In a game of psychological warfare and dark obsession, Aurora must decide: will she break under his control, or will she learn to rule the shadows he created? He's not just watching her. He's rewriting her reality. ____ "The Crown Prince |18+" is the first book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series

▪▪▪ I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back "The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing. He's full thick lips press into a tight anxious line. "I-I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." I step in even closer, finding myself at just a suffocating inch distance from him. Warmth and the scent of lavender engulf around me. He licks his lips nervously, running his tongue wetly over them and causing my gaze to drift down with the heat of unexpected thirsty hunger. I reach out gently, letting the hot wet cover smear against my thumb, applying a little pressure to the plump softness. He watches with heavy breathe, chest slightly heaving. I smile, noticing when his eyes darken with the burn of lust as he stares back at me. "You--" I lick my thumb "--are such a moron." * Ivy Bathory. She's everything dark...yet she feels. After a tragic childhood in her small town, she is left broken. A dead serial killer for a father and a runaway mother who couldn't care less what happened to her. Her life is practically over, she's hated and loathed by the society, living in the shadows of her fathers wrong deeds. And all she's done is keep people at a distance...until she meets him. Drawn to how much his eyes twinkle, Ivy can't stop herself from hoping. Begging and hoping that maybe...there's something to live for. Something to fight for in the midst of the oncoming storm. She doesn't want trouble...she just wants him. ⚠W A R N I N G ⚠ This story contains : ♔ S e x u a l / M a t u r e C o n t e n t ♔ E x p l i c i t La n g u a g e ♔ E x t r e m e V i o l e n c e ♔ B l o o d A n d G o r e ♔ U n e x p e c t e d s h i t (h e h e) A/N : I'm a bitch with issues. Please don't come at me if this story doesn't turn out to be your ordinary clich

Rebecca Vecellio is dying to be a part of the family business, or the gang, The Wolves, but her father is hellbent on making sure she stays out of it. Upon sneaking out to follow her father to a routine dock shipment, Rebecca discovers the horrifying news that her father is forcing her to marry the heir of their rival gang to settle a more powerful threat. Rebecca and her betrothed are anything but star-crossed lovers, but what will happen when conflict brings them closer to each other? *I don't own the rights to the cover photo* ♟Strong language used throughout the story as well as mature themes such as kidnapping, drugs and drug usage, violence, gun use, and sexual situations. [[ word count: 140,000 - 150,000 ]]

COMPLETED✔️ What follows is a violent clash of worlds, where elegance is destroyed by brutality and innocence is trapped by a darkness far deeper and more dangerous than anything she imagined. Her dream of becoming the greatest ballerina, praised by her parents and supported by a loving friend was once the perfect vision of her life. But fate with its cold indifference doesn't follow the paths we choose. Instead it controls our lives. In one sudden turn her world is flipped upside down and she meets a man who is nothing like the one she dreamed of. He is ruthless, consumed by his own ego, a mystery to all who encounter him. His abilities are beyond comparison, his morals fractured and ambiguous, and his true intentions buried beneath a veil of darkness. Where once she believed her life was guided by passion and elegance, she now finds herself thrust into a world governed by dominance and brutality, where survival no longer hinges on talent or grace but on submission to a far more unforgiving force.

❝𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬❞ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢❦ ঌ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 is smart, stubborn, and never backs down-especially from Angelo Moretti. She's top of her class, quick-witted, and hides her soft heart behind sarcasm. Confident, competitive, and impossible to intimidate, she refuses to let the school's biggest troublemaker get to her... even though he always does. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 is pure trouble-detention's favorite visitor and the king of reckless decisions. He doesn't do love, only hookups, and he lives for chaos with his best friend, Damiano. Charming, dangerous, and always smirking, he thinks he's untouchable... until Isabella becomes the one person he can't shake. 🏅#𝟕-𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟑/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 🏅#𝟐-𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝟏𝟗/𝟎𝟒/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

𝐁 𝐎 𝐎 𝐊 𝟏 𝐁 𝐖 𝐖 𝐌 𝐃 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕 ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ She's a middle type of girl. A mix of both worlds, surviving off of a small part-time library job. An encounter with the wrong people in an alleyway leads her into learning things about her past. Adding to the confusion, there's only one person with the answers to her questions. The mafia is a dangerous and cruel world. Sin reeking off of every member. Valentina's worse, she just hasn't realized it yet. She's been stuck with a wicked man for a while now and she's managed to learn things from that time. Things that'll help her survive. The Mafia was never new to him. It's all he's ever known, the Italian mafia was crashing down and he had to make a rational decision. All he could do is hope that he doesn't make a huge mistake. ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟑 - 𝟑𝟏 𝐅 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟖 - 𝟎𝟏

A forced marriage for the sake of her country. A Sicilian, fierce princess and a dangerous, ruthless underboss is forced to find a way out of their storm, their hatred for each other is heavy but will lust overpower it? ******* They both hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, their fates were intertwined together. Carmela Russo is a fierce, confident and powerful princess, At 25 years old. she is the heiress and the only daughter. She doesn't live to please anyone or work according to rules. But when her nightmare is bound to her without her permission, will she be able to resist him? Dante De Luca didn't need a crown to rule - just a glare cold enough to stop a man's heart. he was the underboss of the Russian mafia, At 28 years old. an Italian name buried deep in Russian bloodlines but everyone knew how he'd earned his reputation. Torture was an art form to Dante. Mercy was a foreign language he refused to learn. he was the last man you ever wanted to owe, and the last face you'd ever see if you did. But when fate ties them together in an unexpected marriage, they're pulled into a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and power. Amid the chaos and clashing worlds, one question remains , can love grow in the eye of the storm, or will it tear them apart? ^^^^^ #1 in enemies with benefits✨

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

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.