𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

Mercy Leigh Hollis knows how to be good. She's been good her whole life- Soft-spoken. Skirt-wearing. Heaven-fearing. Taught to keep her legs closed and her prayers louder than her thoughts. But one wrong moment puts a man with blood on his hands in her life-and suddenly, "good" doesn't feel like enough. He's older. Meaner. Doesn't flinch at sin. And he sees right through her lace and Sunday dresses. She wasn't supposed to want him. She wasn't supposed to like the way his voice sounded when it said her name. She wasn't supposed to open the door when the devil knocked- But here she is. Askin' to be taught. And he's more than willin' to ruin her the slow way. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a fall from grace with eye contact

"She makes silence feel like home." "This is how it feels to be quietly made of stars." Quietly Made of Stars by Nyxora She was rain-soaked poetry. He was a quiet storm waiting to break. Elowen Lune doesn't speak much-but she feels everything. With eyes like moonlight and moss, a voice soft as secrets, and red hair that falls like fire in fog, she sketches her grief in silence and sings lullabies to the sky when no one's listening. Evander Gray doesn't believe in fairytales. Not until he sees her standing in the rain, barefoot, blinking through clouds like she belonged to another world. He plays piano like he's in mourning, wears black like armor, and loves her like she's the last soft thing on earth. When Elowen moves to a town tucked between forest and fog, she expects stillness. She doesn't expect him. But some stories aren't loud. Some love is a whisper. And some hearts are quietly made of stars.

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 There's a city of glass towers and mahogany offices, of champagne that burns like fire on your tongue, of whispers that could ruin empires. Men in tailored suits calculate every glance. Women in heels sharper than daggers trade smiles like promises-and break them faster than you can blink. They live among you, while you're 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 below them. And have you ever wondered how they stay on top? The recipe is simple. So simple you could do it yourself, if you knew the rules. Let 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙢, a twisted tale of two addicts of power, guide you. Their lives are a blaze of obsession and secrets, a world where desire burns hotter than loyalty, and love is just another gamble-too dangerous for those who hunger for everything. Step closer, if you dare. And remember: in this world, even the fire you crave will 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

Nikolai Petrov is the ruthless leader of the Russian mafia, feared by all who cross his path. When he forces Vera Moretti, the innocent yet broken daughter of a rival mafia family, into an arranged marriage, he expects obedience and submission. But Vera, scarred by her past, hides her pain behind a facade of strength and grace. As the lines between power and desire blur, Nikolai finds himself captivated by the one thing he can't control-her heart. In a world of danger and deceit, can love survive, or will it destroy them both?

Four years of a marriage bound by a contract, not love. He's grown cold, distant, and now, he wants a divorce. She can't let go-not of him, not of the life she thought they would build. She pleads, desperate, "Please... don't leave me." Her voice cracks, but he won't look at her the way he once did. Her heart breaks more with every word he says. She's on the verge of losing him, not just to the divorce papers, but to death itself. A love that was never truly returned, a friendship that faded over time-will he ever realize how much she truly loved him? Was he ever capable of feeling it too? Now, in the face of her pain, will he finally see what he's about to lose? Or will regret be the only thing he's left holding when it's all too late? To explore more tap on 'read'.

"I'm your wife in public Matteo... but we both agreed in private we can hate each other however much we want." He spun around to face me, his expression a mix of anger and something else, something darker and more intense. "You can despise me with every fiber of your being," Matteo growled, gripping my chin and lifting it up, "you can curse my name in the dead of night, your pretty little fists clenched in anger and frustration. And I... I will revel in it." He stepped even closer, until our bodies were a hair's breadth apart, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of my sun dress, "because your hate, Jade, is the most exquisite torture. It's a dance, a game we play, you and I." "So hate me, Jade. Hate me with every ounce of that fiery spirit that drew me to you in the first place. Because in the end..." his thumb brushed over my lower lip, a teasing, taunting caress, "I am the master of this game you call hate." 𖢻 In a world where loyalty is bought and sold, one man's desperation becomes another's salvation. Mafia king Matteo Valenti, haunted by his late wife's death, finds himself lost in the suffocating silence of his traumatised daughter's grief. That's where Jade Amaro, an average yet determined woman, burdened by her father's cancer and her mother's gang-related debts, comes to play. Driven by desperation, they forge a marriage contract that binds them together. In a world where power and passion collide, two broken souls must navigate the treacherous waters of a contract marriage, all while the specter of the mafia's biggest enemy looms large. 𖢻 'Wife of the Underworld' is a heartrending tale of broken souls. A story where enemies become lovers and the unbreakable bonds of marriage are tested by the fires of adversity and the unspoken promises of the heart. 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀.

"Look at me when you lie." His voice didn't rise. It didn't have to. "If you're gonna insult my intelligence, at least have the decency to look me in the fucking eye." Evangeline Summers wasn't made for this world- where silence is a weapon, and submission isn't requested. It's taken. She didn't volunteer. Her father handed her over like a signed debt. And Kenji Tanaka collected. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't repeat himself. He speaks in commands disguised as questions- and touches like he's confirming damage he already caused. Eva was never taught how to survive men like him. Only how to be polite while they take. "Tell me what you're hiding." She stayed silent. He smiled. Just enough teeth. "Don't make me drag it out of your skin." Now, she has two options: Play the part. Or get eaten alive by it. Because Kenji isn't just the devil in the room. He built it. "You keep fighting the knots like you got somewhere better to be." He growled, breath hot against her skin. "Go ahead. Make me tighten them." And he's about to teach her: Pain isn't punishment. It's permission.

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School