An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

My chest is rising and falling rapidly while my body moves closer and closer to hers. "If he had forced himself anymore on you. Or had done anything to you, I would have lost it. I would have killed that fucking bastard. And all because you can't listen to me. And no shit right now I even feel like spanking you, for making me lose control." Those last words even shock me, this isn't anything I have done before but she makes me want it. Her breath hitches and her legs seem to clench together. Holy shit! There's no holding back anymore, my body presses hard against hers pushing her full force against the back of the elevator. My hand reaches into her hair pulling it gently making her look up at me. "You fucking like that thought don't you?", watching her gulp hard looks so damn hot. "Answer me!" ~~~~ Dean Arlington has grown up in a wealthy family with a major business reaching out into all kinds of branches. Dean himself as CEO of Arlington Industries is in charge of several of these branches at the young age of only 24. 23 year old Kiara Summers has grown up in a completely different world and has always worked hard to get where she is today, to lead a better life than she is used to. Starting a new job in an important position during the day and being her real self in the evening, is supposed to be her way up. From the first moment Dean, who is used to having total control over everything, meets strong and feisty Kiara, a brewing storm is inevitable. Only a few words from her are enough to judge her and know he is going to hate her, while she doesn't even care who he is. She's not someone to be controlled which drives Dean insane. They couldn't be more different and yet the same. Both hiding their real selves, secrets and passion. Can they overcome fears, dark secrets and more? ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Story contains mature language, erotic scenes, mature themes, traumatic situations!!!!!! Not suited age under 18!!!! Ranked 1# sexiness 23rd march 2021

Rosalie Potter, Harry Potter's twin sister and a Slytherin, begins her fifth year at Hogwarts, but nothing feels the same. For years, she and Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord's son, have been rivals but as secrets unravel, their dynamic shifts in unexpected ways. With Voldemort's return looming and the Ministry in denial, tensions rise. When Rose uncovers more about her dangerous magical ability, she realises it may be key to the coming war-if she can survive the lies, loyalties, and her growing connection to the boy she vowed to hate. In the end, the thorns may cut too deep, but the truth might be the only thing that sets them free. TROPES: enemies to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, forbidden love, secret dating, and forced proximity

In La Push, the forest remembers everything. Lark Liora Seabrook was raised knowing the old rules-the ones written in cedar smoke and saltwater, the ones the ancestors still watch from the dark. As the tribe's apprentice healer, she knows how to bless new wolves, how to steady shaking hands, how to listen when the land speaks back. She did not know she would be claimed. On the night Jacob Black shifts for the first time, fate reaches for her-and gets it wrong. The imprint binds him to her... but his heart belongs to someone else. What should have been a sacred joining becomes a quiet wound, one the whole pack pretends not to see. While Jacob chases a ghost named Bella Swan, Lark is left standing in the rain-marked, unwanted, still expected to endure. Enter Paul Lahote: volatile, dangerous, devastatingly beautiful. A wolf with too much anger, a reputation for wreckage, and no belief in forever. He was never meant to be gentle. Never meant to stay. And yet. What grows between Paul and Lark is not sanctioned. Not safe. Not foretold. It is heat and tenderness and choice-the kind of love that dares the old gods to answer back. As the pack turns uneasy and ancient laws begin to creak, Lark must decide what she believes in more: destiny, or devotion. Because loving Paul means risking everything-especially the fear that fate might steal him away the moment she finally feels whole. But the ancestors are watching. And they remember when love is brave. Some bonds are given. Others are earned. Publish date 12/28/25 #1-PaulLahote 12/30/25 #1- BellaBashing 12/30/25 #1- SamUley 12/31/25

18+| 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 is a survivor. A single mother and a tattoo artist to dangerous men, she exists on the fringes of the criminal underworld, belonging to no one. Her life is her own. Until the night 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 walks in. As the newly crowned Don of the Lucchese crime family, Andrea sees the world in assets and liabilities. After a bloody display of power leaves Charlie as a loose end, he claims her shop-and her-as his property. She's a reckless, infuriating complication he can't afford, and a temptation he refuses to resist. He thinks he's containing an unruly employee. He has no idea that Charlie is the secret key to a war between the mafia and the cartel, with a lineage more dangerous than his own. As his obssesion deepens, so does the danger. Every touch is a battle for control, every kiss a promise of ruin. In a world of Bad Blood and brutal bargains, the only thing more dangerous than being Andrea Lucchese's enemy is being the woman he calls his heart.

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Nineteen-year-old Dahlia took the job for the paycheck, plain and simple. When she signed up to babysit five-year-old Mia, she expected nothing more than a few hours of coloring books and easy money to help get her life started. She didn't expect to walk into a house that felt like a beautifully decorated cage. Christian was only twenty-two, but he had been playing the role of a husband and father since he was seventeen. A single night's mistake with Harper had turned into a lifetime of commitment. He lived in a house he was forced to buy, married to a woman who treated their daughter like an inconvenience. He stayed with her only for Mia, working from home in a quiet, isolated world while Harper spent her days anywhere but with her family. Dahlia was the first breath of fresh air the house had seen in years. She didn't just watch the clock; she genuinely cared for Mia in a way Harper never did. As Christian watched her from his home office, the distance between them started to feel unbearable. While Harper was out, the house grew quiet, and the air between Dahlia and Christian grew heavy. Every shared laugh over Mia's jokes and every lingering look in the house made the truth harder to ignore. Dahlia felt the crushing weight of the guilt, reminding herself that he belonged to someone else. She wasn't the girl who crossed lines or ruined marriages... until she was. #3 in love