ꕤ₊˚︵ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ─── ໒꒱ ✧˖° ❝ 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤, "𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡" 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤? ❞ She doesn't know how to let go. He doesn't do girlfriends. Valerie Montgomery is exhausted. Exhausted of the cheating. The screaming matches. The humiliation. The revolving door relationship she can't seem to escape with Briar University football star Aaron Carter. So after one betrayal too many, Valerie decides she needs one thing: A distraction. Enter Garrett Graham. Briar U's hockey golden boy has rules when it comes to women, no attachments, no sleepovers, no feelings. With the pressure of being legendary hockey player Phill Graham's son crushing him from every angle, Garrett only has time for hockey and sex. Valerie should've been temporary. And Garrett should've been easy. But somewhere between late-night hookups, bruising chemistry, and the quiet moments neither of them were supposed to care about, lines begin to blur. Because the problem with pretending not to feel anything...is eventually, you do. And when toxic love comes back demanding another chance, Valerie is forced to decide what hurts more: Losing Aaron or risking Garrett.

Ivy Brown was always known for her kindness,generosity, honesty,humour.And after one small encounter he fell head over heels for her. Dean Di Laurentis was the biggest man whore at Brair U. Everybody and their mums knew that. He'd never wanted a girl friend he was known for that. But after one small encounter he couldn't stop thinking about her.

.......................

Everybody at Briar has a story about Genevieve Laurent. Dean Di Laurentis wishes he didn't have one too.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐲." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

"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

They were known as the two rivals. Since attending the academy at such a young age together, both Kye Santiago and Aliyah Perez, - the heirs to their mafias- have hated each other, and everyone knew. Until one day, their parents agreed for them to get married, joining the two mafias together. Kye and Aliyah have to learn to get along, showing the world that they were perfect together. The marriage has torn them apart even more, but has brought them even closer. ✥ ✥ ✥ ~Mature Content!~ Be warned this book contains language, mature scenes, and violence! All these characters and plot belong to me.

FIRST BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES ♟️❤️‍🔥! ------------------------ Isabella Romano left her parents with nothing but a dream. Years later, she is a famous fashion designer with her own luxury brand in New York. Power. Money. Success. She has it all. What she doesn't know... is that New York is owned by the mafia. And the man who controls it is Matteo Lorenzo Moretti. Their worlds should never collide. But when they do, there is no escape. Because Matteo never loses what belongs to him. And once he sets his eyes on Isabella... she becomes his obsession. ----------- "Dio, Isabella... guarda cosa fai a me." (God, Isabella... look what you're doing to me.) he murmured, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a confession at the same time. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly too tight. He lifted his hand, slow enough that I could've stepped back. I didn't. His fingers brushed my waist. Just barely. A ghost of a touch. But it lit every nerve in my body on fire. I exhaled shakily, my voice barely a whisper. "Matteo..." His jaw flexed. His eyes dropped to my lips. Heat rippled through the space between us. And then - completely undone - he whispered, "Fuck it." Before I even realized he'd moved, his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss hit me like a shock - fierce, hungry, weeks of tension igniting in one impossible explosion. His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me into him as if he'd been holding back a storm and finally let it break loose. ------------ #1 gunfights - 01/22/2026 - 01/25/2026 #1 fashiondesigner 01/25/2026 #1 badboy 01/25/2025

Princess Rhaenyra was born only minutes before her twin brother. That was enough to name her heir to the Iron Throne. Prince Aerion was born too late to wear the crown, and the fire in his blood burned hotter than any dragon's flame. The court calls him mad. Unstable. Dangerous. Yet there is only one person he has ever obeyed. His sister. As whispers spread through the Red Keep and the court begins to fear the prince more than they feared a woman wearing the crown, the king grows determined to keep the twins apart. The question is can you truly separate a flame?

Rhaegar Royce-Targaryen was never supposed to exist. Born in secret at Runestone in the Vale, the only son of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, he was the product of a single drunken wedding night - a child his father never acknowledged, raised entirely by a mother who was too proud to ask for anything from the man who had abandoned her. Lady Rhea gave him her grey eyes, her bronze stubbornness, and her name before his father's. She gave him Runestone. She gave him everything. When she died, he inherited it all - the castle, the title, the Vale lordship - and ruled it capably at seventeen with her cousin Gerold Royce at his side. He did not think of King's Landing. He did not think of dragons or thrones or the silver-haired family that had never once thought of him. He was, in every way that mattered, a Royce. And then the King's invitation arrived. Highest Rankings: 1# - rhaenyratargaryen 1# - rhaenyra 1# - rhearoyce 1# - housetaragryen