A drunken night on a girl's trip leads to a secret relationship between two best friends.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢. Book One in the Bittersweet Series. Created: 27/12/18 Published: 16/02/19 Completed: 03/01/20 Edited: As of March 2022 Completed rewrite: 25/01/23

He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't. "Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me . "fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice. he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling" ______________________________________________________ Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble. Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.

Amara must move in with her enemy Jayden Delgado, as her parents are going on a business trip for a whole year. But when they start to catch feelings, is it worth the risk? #1 abusing 12/06/25 #1 daddyissues 08/06/25 #4 onebed 08/06/25 #3 richgirl 09/06/25 EXTRACT OF BOOK 🌶️🌶️🌶️ I reached up, hands on his belt, ready to flip this moment back in my favor. He caught both my wrists mid-move, pinned them again above my head, his hips pressing into mine. "No," he said roughly. "Not tonight." He tugged his shirt over his head in one swift motion. I stared. Broad chest. Hard stomach. Tattoos across his ribs I hadn't seen before. "Like what you see?" He smirks Before I can retort, he's undoing his belt, tying my wrists with it. And for some reason unknown to me, I don't fight back. With one strong thrust, he slid inside me - slow enough to feel every inch, deep enough to punch the air from my lungs. My head tipped back with a sharp gasp. My legs locked around him instinctively. "Say it," he groaned against my throat, moving deep and slow. "Say you're mine." I shook my head, defiant even as I clung to him. He quickened his pace, hips grinding into mine with ruthless precision. My back arched, my nails dug into his belt, but I still didn't say it. "You're going to break," he whispered. "And I'm going to love every second." His pace turned punishing, powerful, relentless. My body met every thrust with equal heat, equal fury, until I was panting, shaking, teetering on the edge of something blinding. "Say it." I wanted to fight him. I wanted to win. But when my release crashed over me - hot, devastating, unstoppable - the word tore from my lips in a broken cry. "Yours." His groan was feral, raw. He followed me over the edge seconds later, pulsing inside me, hands gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.

"Aesira," he drew out. "Damon." I said his name back. "If you wear this again tomorrow I promise you I won't hesitate to rip it off your body," he said seriously, I couldn't tell if he was joking. "You wouldn't" I narrowed my eyes "Oh but blue... I would" he leaned forward bringing his face closer to mine and his hand drawing along my leg. I bit my lip once again that I was sure it would bleed, "fuck you" I whispered breathlessly. He pulled away so he could look me better in the eyes but still near my face. His lips twitched up into a devilish smirk. "Not yet..." TW: mature language, sexual content, abuse, death/murder, mental illnesses, sexual assault Defiance; bold disobedience Young unemployed Aesira has no idea what is in store for her at her new job. She expects nothing less then good money and nice people, instead Aesira finds herself dealing with Damon Perez- a hard headed, devilishly handsome, playboy who seeks nothing but pleasure-well seeked-he found himself not able to stay away. He's known to be the craziest man in the underground world because of his irrational decision making and the inability to keep his emotions under control. Aesira finds herself craving this man and the sensual desire that he brings, she tried running away in fears of being hurt again but Damon won't stop trying, he won't give up, not until she is his. A dark love story

Warning : contains a sweet, but tough female lead and a morally grey grumpy billionaire who is absolutely obsessed with her. *Dahlia I was raised by a chronically optimist woman. Though we did not have much in terms of material possessions, she made sure I understood that life was far more than what you did and did not have. She was my rock, my whole world. A world that came crashing down when she got involved in a car accident that left her in a coma. I would do anything to save her, even sign my soul away to her estranged family in exchange for help with medical expenses. They want me to marry someone as part of a business deal. I would marry the devil himself it meant that I could see my mother smile again. *Damien They tell me having an eidetic memory is a gift, but it is nothing short of a curse when every single painful detail of my life has been seared into my brain forever. Sure, my mind has helped me build an empire worth billions from nothing, but the demons still haunt me, caging me within shadows I could never escape. Until I meet her. She is my angel, my saving grace, and I will do anything to keep her. Even if I have to go against everything I stand for and marry her. But will she reciprocate my feelings when she inevitably sees me for the devil I truly am? (Book #1 in the Billionaires Obsessed series) Contains dark themes, mature content and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Highest Rankings- #1 in morallygrey (14/11/24) #1 in grumpy (12/12/24) #1 in ceo (30/04/25) #1 in villain (26/05/25 #2 in obsessed (08/03/25) #2 in slowburn (12/12/24) #3 in marriage-of-convenience (16/04/25) #3 in darkromance (29/08/25) #6 in dark (22/11/24) #6 in possessive. (31/08/25)

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Grayson Summers has loved Talia Chase since kindergarten-but while she barely remembers him, he's never stopped watching from afar. When fate brings them closer after a championship night, long-buried feelings begin to surface. *** Sometimes, the guy falls in love first. Deeply. In kindergarten, she gave him a flower. She forgot her kindness, but he would always remember. No matter how many girls Grayson Summers dates or hooks up with, he can never forget Talia Chase. Accidentally labeled as the high school's womanizer, he continuously collects more and more problems. Too scared of rejection, Grayson has never asked Talia to be his, and only spends his time hopelessly dreaming. Talia is confused. Her friends have told her Grayson Summers is not a guy who smiles or is kind, but Talia swears she has seen him act both of those ways before. The universe has plans. After the night of the basketball state championship, Talia finds herself questioning Grayson's true reasons behind his actions as the two grow closer together. *** Warning: this story contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, and sexual content