Logan Romano took the NHL like a hurricane- dark and brooding. With his natural talent, brute force and sheer determination, he goes completely unchallenged both on and off the ice. He's notorious. Both for his success and his stormy personality. With a scorned, broken, heart and battered ego; Logan swore to never fall in love again. And he was a master at keeping his promises. Until he met November Levine. While Logan is a lightning strike and gloomy grey skies, Nova is the beaming sun and blossoming flowers. She's the closest sunshine gets to being a person, acting as a bright ray of joy and optimism. When the polar opposites strike a deal and Nova moves in to Logan's home, tensions run high and feuds quickly begin. But above all else, Logan is forced to revoke his promise to himself. Because once he's stepped into the light, it's almost impossible to plummet back into darkness. ✩✩✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

[COMPLETED] Book 3 in the Del Rosso series ____________________________________________ "Yes." ____________________________________________ Reyna Del Rosso, the heir to the Spanish Mafia. A woman who was fed with a spoon made of gold. She got everything she wanted. She had men falling at her feet with a single look, a body of a Goddess and a heart of gold. She kills without even glancing back at her victim. With the worlds most powerful Don as her father and the worlds most powerful Donna as her mother, no one has dared to touch her. Not until him. Leonid Varkov took over the Russian Mafia to carry his fathers legacy but he is now an easy target for the Del Rosso's because of a line of lies that was fed to him, making both mafia's enemies. He's a man who's known to be merciless, ruthless, strong and powerful. He wears the scars of his formal kills like jewellery. People steered clear of the new boss as he was known across the mafias. He was already feared, already at the top. What happens when the two cross paths to form an alliance? What happens when the truth is revealed? What happens when they can't ignore their dark, forbidden desires for each other? ____________________________________________ //tw read book with caution// •contains sexual content• started: 2/4/23 finished: 22/3/25 #4 kill: 22/3/25 #11 enemies: 2/2/25

Lucius Ace Romano, a 23 year old, hot bachelor of Newyork, CEO of Romano enterprises and a billionare. He is not a playboy. He started his company from scratch and now he is the most successful CEO of Newyork. Dove Ann Andrian, a sweet, shy innocent girl. She works in a small cafe and is running away from her past. --------☆----------♡----------☆-------- "AAHHHH" Dove scremed. Lucius ran from his office towards his room and saw her sleeping . He realized she was having a nightmare because she was sweating and screaming. He quickly went towards her and said, "Dove wake up..i'm here love". He shook her a little and she jerked up tears roaming down her cheeks. She wraped her arms around lucius neck and sobbed loudly while lucius placed his arms around her waist tightly and said "It's okay love! It was just a nightmare.I'm here now." He lightly stroked her hair. She cried and said " Lucius th...they are going to take me. I...I don't want to go with them." She tightens her hold on him and stutters "I'm scared lucius i....i don't wanna go ple...please don't let them take me" she rambles. Lucius rubs her back gently and say "Shhh baby...No one is going to take you away from me Angel I won't let them...YOU ARE MINE KITTEN, NOBODY COULD TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME." I promise. COVER MADE BY @Sirosenqvist ●●●●●●● #1 in Protect [25 Oct 2019] #2 in Scared [30 Dec 2019] #3 in Protect [4 sept 2019] #3 in Adoration [15 Oct 2019] #3 in Clumsy [7 Nov 2019] #4 in Protect [2 Oct 2019] #5 in Writting contest [12 Nov 2019] #15 in Romance [9 Nov 2019] #28 in Beautiful [18 Oct 2019] #30 in Fear [4 Oct 2019]

For as long as Maia Brandy knew she had always kept herself buried in her work. Being one of the full time lead editors to a prestigious company in New York City tended to keep her busy, and the numerous dates her best friends put her on definitely left no time for her to focus on anything else in her life, like an actual steady relationship. She went on the dates, but never actually dated any one of the men she met. Her life was normal, repetitive and actually began to grow tedious, but she never seemed to change any of it. Maia basked in the comfort and ignored that her mind craved something more than what she already had, that is of course until one day she meets someone new. The handsome, rich, and extremely secretive, Aron Noir King. One broken down elevator ride. A few measly glances. And some simple exchange in conversation seemed to change her entire life from the typical unvarying days. Suddenly she is pulled into something she had never signed up for. Desire, love, deceit, illegal businesses and secret arrangements would create something that would change her life completely, for better or for worse, it will turn their worlds up side down. 18+ *** #1 in rich #1 in forcedproximity #1 in attraction #1 in businessman #1 in obsession #1 in mysterious #1 in egotistic

Damien Donovan is a ruthless CEO known for his power, precision, and complete control-except when it comes to Natalia Sinclair, his fiercely independent assistant. For nine long years, he's buried his desire, watching her slip through his fingers day after day. To Natalia, Damien is just her arrogant, workaholic boss-a man too cold to feel anything real. But when their carefully drawn boundaries start to blur, she begins to glimpse the fire he's kept locked behind those stormy eyes. Now the tension between them threatens to ignite everything. Will Damien risk it all to claim the one woman he's never been able to forget, or will his pride cost him the only thing he's ever wanted?

Updates coming Saturdays ! :) Aspen Leigh has been working with the BAU for 5 years now. The problem? She does not get along with her boss Aaron Hotchner. She will do anything to get the slightest bit under his skin. Her favourite ways to do that? Flirt, flirt and oh ya FLIRT! What happens when Aaron decides he's not gonna take it anymore and gives it right back to her? Aaron Hotchner x OC Includes smut! Highest Awards 🏆 🥉3rd in aaronhotchner *I own nothing except Aspen and her character history*