Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

Seraphina Ravelle, being the stepdaughter of Marquess Edric, always received luxury. Her mother, Isadora Ravelle, the second wife of the Marquess, abused her power and bullied her elder sister, the Marquess's first wife's daughter, Liora Ravelle. Although she loved her sister, she couldn't express it. In a desperate attempt to give her elder sister a good life, she faked a letter in her name and sent a marriage proposal to Grand Duke Izek Viremont-but to her surprise, he sent a marriage proposal to her?? How is that possible?

Second book to His Maid. Ki was always in control or at least that's what he thought. He found out the contract between his ex finance was nothing more than a political move from his parents. And the woman who he just wanted to show a world of curiosity and control. Turned into someone more than a woman to control. But after a horrible accident Ki relaized his suffering has only began when she said those words to him. "Who are you?" ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Particular contents in this book may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised. The book contains the following : -Age gap -Nudity -Violence -Profanity -Sexual content -Mature theme

After 10,000 years perfecting a single pill, Bai Fanxian emerges from seclusion to find the world has moved on without her. Cultivation is now rare and weak, True Alchemy have faded into legend, and the modern world has no idea what masters of the past could achieve. Armed with ancient mastery and unmatched power, she'll remind everyone why "Alchemy Empress" was once the most revered title in the cultivation world. ---------------------------------------------------------------- You can read 30+ more chapters on Patreon! Rate/Review if you're enjoying the story Patreon: patreon.com/LittleKnight (Link also in my profile)

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.

She saved him once. Now he can't let her go-even if it means caging her heart. "One night changed everything. Now, he'll burn the world to keep her". "Bound by fate. Trapped by desire." The night was thunder-washed, the kind of storm that could wash away blood and secrets. Aarya didn't expect to find a bleeding man in the middle of nowhere. Definitely not one with a gun tucked in his belt and rage in his eyes. But instincts took over, and she dragged him into her barn, stitched him up, and locked him in her store room. Just for one night. Just until morning. She never expected him to remember her. She never expected him to look at her like she was his. But Kian Vora never forgot. Not the girl who dared to hold him hostage. Not the one who patched him up and vanished. So when fate kept throwing her into his world-again and again-he mistook it for destiny. And when she didn't return his obsession, he mistook that for betrayal. So he took her. Not to hurt her. Just to keep her. as his Even if she hated him for it.

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ caregiver‑style power‑exchange dynamics ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes If you enjoy dark romance, structured dynamics, and emotionally layered power‑exchange, this story may resonate with you. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Kalia's life shatters the night her ex decides he's done with her - and hands her over to another dominant man she barely knows. What should have been the worst moment of her life becomes the beginning of something she never expected. Aleksander is nothing like Clark. He's patient where Clark was cruel, steady where Clark was selfish, and far more dangerous than he ever lets on. And then there's Viktor - Aleksander's closest friend, just as commanding, just as magnetic, and just as drawn to her. Two men who don't share each other... but share her. Two different kinds of dominance. One girl caught between them - or maybe finally, finally held. As Kalia learns their rules, their rhythms, and the safety she never knew she needed, she discovers a truth she can't ignore: She wasn't given away. She was found. A dark, emotional, reverse‑harem romance about healing, trust, and the kind of devotion that rewrites a life. ✦ dual doms ✦ one girl, two masters ✦ slow‑burn intensity ✦ emotional depth ✦ power‑exchange dynamics ✦ found‑family softness wrapped in danger

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

---- 🐺 The True Luna: Reborn > I was born under a blood moon, into a name that carried weight - whispered through generations like prophecy. Moon. Sacred. Feared. Expected to rise. But the wolf inside me never woke. No shift. No howl. Just silence... and shame. When the mate bond snapped into place, I felt hope bloom - sharp, trembling, dangerous. Then he looked at me. And chose someone else. Not because I was unworthy... But because I terrified him. I left it all behind. The pack. The promise. The broken destiny. I buried the girl they wanted and became something else. A shadow in the human world. A woman with ink-stained fingers and secrets in her eyes. I don't need a mate. I don't crave power. But darkness... darkness has always known my name. Then he appeared. Prince Damien Knight Walker. Lycan royalty. A predator cloaked in silk and war. He touched me with his eyes first - like he was peeling back my skin. He says I belong to him. But I am not his to tame. There's something dangerous inside me now. Something ancient. Hungry. Awake. Let the kingdoms tremble. I'm Arielle Moon. And I wasn't reborn to be someone's Luna. I was reborn to burn thrones. ---