❝ Why would an Italian CEO settle for anything less, especially for a narcissistic, playboy Russian motorcycle driver? ❞ [18+] 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 is unfamiliar with the concept of love. For him, only sex exists-preferably rough, heterosexual encounters. He spends his time riding motorcycles, flirting with women or hanging out in his workshop with his friends. As a member of the illegal racing club "Phantom Z" he holds the title "King" due to his undefeated streak-until one day, someone challenges and defeats him. 𝐓𝐇𝐄́𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 is a billionaire who drowns himself in work to escape his own thoughts. He owns luxurious estates, elegant suits, and expensive watches. He has everything yet his past clings to him like a haunting memory, draining him of all emotion. However, after meeting a certain man, Théo realizes that perhaps he still has feelings left. What happens when their hatred towards each other is replaced by a profound, undeniable love that turns their worlds upside down, leaving them awash in unfamiliar emotions . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

When the angel got trapped inside the castle of the devil it'll be either a clash or a match. Avay Ranawat kidnaps his rivals son to avenge his father's death but instead of the golden boy 'Mrityunjay Thakur' he got himself a boy that rather seemed like a scared kitten, clutching his rabbit plushie 'Purav Thakur' lived his whole life locked up in the dark rooms of Thakur mansion from the mere age of three till the age of 20, unable to form words properly, eating messily, being scared of anything that reminded him of the tools he had been tortured with, a walking fluff ball of pure innocence and trouble. . . . . crawl here and position yourself in front of me - Avay Ranawat Pur Sawwy - Purav thakur ----- You like lion, roar RAWR hehe , cute - Purav thakur Shut up before I lose my composure- Avay Ranawat ------- P-pur luv you, hero -Purav I love you too fluff ball, My love you'll always be mine My little bunny - Avay .

Aaron Turner had come to terms with his bisexuality at the age of fifteen. His first real relationship was with the man he'd always wanted and it was something he'd never wanted to end. But like most teenage relationships it didn't last long and they eventually went their separate still holding a soft spot for one another but the timing just was never right. Now, at the age of twenty one Aaron is in college, he has the money and the looks but it never felt like enough. After a chance encounter with his first love - Moses a kingpin on the rise, things take a turn for the worst when they can't resist each other and precede to mess around not caring who they hurt in the process. It was like an addiction and once they got in too deep it was to late to go back. Aaron didn't think about the outcome, but the aftershock of messing with a married drug dealer when lots of lives and relationships are involved is more than just messy especially when things turn deadly.

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.

"She didn't just want my body; she wanted to rewrite my soul in her own ink. No safe words. No mercy. Just the slow, beautiful sound of me breaking."

𝐀𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚-𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐀𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫. 𝐀 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦... 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲?

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?