[A dark mafia romance] I wear his name like a scar. Alessandro Rossi stole everything from me; my freedom, my future, the lie I told my father to keep him alive. He thinks I'm a tool to be used, a bride to be displayed, a Fraga to be broken. He thinks the ring on my finger means I belong to him. He's wrong. Every cage has a weakness. Every monster has a wound that won't heal. And I've spent enough time in the dark to know exactly where to sink the knife. When I'm done, he won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. [Book 1 in the Sins of the City series.]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧. "𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥." Anatasiya Volkov was born into shadows, raised as her father's prophecy-his prodigy, his pawn. Trained to fight, to survive, to bend until she broke. But when her world collides with Matteo De Luca, heir to an empire that mirrors her own darkness, rivalry turns into obsession, and every waltz becomes a battlefield. In the ashes of betrayal and blood, Anatasiya learns the cruelest truth of all: she was never meant to be saved-she was meant to rule. From pawn to queen, from prophecy to reign-Anatasiya must choose between love and survival, empire and freedom, her heart and her crown. Because in their world, power is the only language, and mercy is the sharpest weakness. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆'𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿. 𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

[A dark mafia romance] My mother's blood paved the way for their perfect little fucking life. They built their castle on the ruins of everything they stole from me, turned my suffering into the price of their goddamn happiness. I was left in the dark, forgotten, like my pain was just some necessary sacrifice for their bliss. But now, it's fucking payback. They'll bleed for every stolen second, every shattered dream, every ounce of dignity they ripped from me. Their laughter will be drowned in their own screams, their city will choke on the blood I spill, and their world will burn under the weight of my wrath. I am Titus fucking Minetti, king of the East Coast. And I don't just rise from the ashes. I fucking own them. [Book 3 in the Sins of the City series.]

𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖫𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝗒𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒. He doesn't stop believing the world is cruel. He just decides she shouldn't have to face it. But selective mercy has consequences. And even the well-intentioned don't escape them.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

[A dark mafia romance] He's her enemy. Her obsession. And the only man who has the power to destroy her. ⌯⁍⌯⁍⌯⁍ My name is Frank Monroe, and I am the most dangerous woman in Chicago. Not because I kill, but because I make it legal. I'm the lawyer the Irish mob calls when the evidence is stacked and the verdict looks like a coffin. I've never lost a case. I've never left a witness. And I've never forgiven the man who murdered my father in cold blood. His name is Theodore Pierce, and he's the reason I became this. He thinks he's untouchable. He thinks twenty years of silence means I've forgotten. He's wrong. I've been sharpening this blade since I was nine years old. I'm inside his world now. I'm breathing his air. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat and walk away clean. But there's a problem. Hector Pierce. The Underboss. Theodore's nephew. The most lethal man in a family of killers. He's possessive. Relentless. And from the moment we meet, he decides I belong to him. He doesn't know who I really am. He doesn't know his uncle's blood is on my list. He just knows I'm hiding something behind my sharp suits and sharper tongue. He's determined to unravel me. I'm determined to destroy everything he loves. We can't both win. Someone has to burn. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️