𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. ◇─◇──◇─◇ In the unforgiving underworld of organized crime, Isabella's innocence is shattered when her father's past catches up with him, leading to his brutal murder at the hands of a vengeful Mafia Don. Yet, instead of meeting the same fate, she finds herself entangled in a web of darkness, where innocence becomes a distant memory and survival means embracing the very brutality that once stole her innocence. As their paths converge, the lines between victim and villain blur, revealing the harrowing truth that sometimes, the greatest monsters are born from the ashes of innocence. And if Isabella was a monster, Aleksander was even more dreadful than her. ◇─◇──◇─◇ - Dark Romance - Mafia story - Explicit sexual content - Mental health issues - Violence, blood and death - Age gap ◇─◇──◇─◇ Previous rankings: #1 for olderman

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

⚠️ Content Warning: This book contains mature and potentially distressing content, including: • Sexual content and explicit intimacy • abuse and trauma • violence • Mental illness • Power exchange dynamics (BDSM, DDLG - between consenting adults) • Language and themes intended for a mature audience (18+) SUBMIT He wanted obedience. She gave him everything else instead. Alice doesn't plan on falling in love. Not after what she's survived. Shy, soft-spoken, and freshly relocated to London with her best friend, she just wants a quiet life: college, tea, journaling, healing. Maybe the occasional rainy-day adventure. What she doesn't expect is to crash into a stranger on the sidewalk- A man carved from stone, wrapped in Armani, and dripping with disdain. She calls him a tosser. He calls her a brat. End of story... right? Wrong. Because that same man turns out to be her new boss. ⸻ SUBMIT is: 🩶 A dark, emotional romance with cozy undertones 🧸 Features DDLG dynamics (gentle, adult, healing) 💼 Boss x employee / contract romance 🍵 Set in rain-soaked, candlelit London 🕯️ Trauma-informed with themes of healing, safety, and intimacy 🔥 Slow burn, high heat, deep heart 🎻 Soft dom. Tender obsession. Plushies. Violin sonatas. And one very haunted jellyfish tank. The real question isn't if he'll fall for her... It's whether she'll survive it-and if she'll ever stop craving the way he makes her submit.

Madeline meadows A 18 year old girl who is going through more than she should ever have to at her age. Her father being abusive and her mom dying during childbirth, she had to grow up far too quickly and learn how to handle herself. She's a little crazy, sometimes has too much energy and some would say too much to handle, but really she just needed the right person to calm her chaos. Harley storm A 30 year old English teacher, who is also secretly a millionaire business owner of a chain of hotels. She's cold, sometimes ruthless. She had never been a relationship person though after the breakup with her ex girlfriend she didn't believe she was capable of falling in love, but maybe she just needed the right person to come along.

"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, piquing both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?

His soft hum vibrates through the space between us, the quiet chuckle he lets out against my earlobe sending a shiver down my spine. His voice is low, dangerous, as he leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "You can keep lying to yourself," Morgan whispers, his words dripping with challenge. "Pretend that once we leave this school-once we graduate-you'll forget me. Forget the way I make you feel, Alex." His lips ghost along my jawline. "But we both know the truth, don't we? You don't want to forget me." I yank hard on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, our lips brushing in a fleeting, electric touch that leaves me breathless. My voice trembles with equal parts anger and desire. "I hate you. So. Fucking. Much." The words hiss out, but my grip on his shirt only tightens. Morgan smirks, his fingers trailing along the hem of my shorts, igniting fire and fury all at once. His dark eyes bore into mine, daring me to deny what's between us. "I know, baby," he murmurs, his grin widening into something wicked. "The feeling's mutual ................ The seemingly mundane confines of detention become the backdrop for an unexpected and tumultuous journey for two high school students, Alexandra and Morgan. Alexandra, an underachieving student, battling the loss of her brother, and Morgan, a rebellious troublemaker, couldn't be more different. When fate lands them in the same detention room one fateful Monday, sparks fly, but not the kind one might expect. Their interactions are fraught with tension and snarky remarks, each vying for dominance in the small, confined space of the detention room. As they navigate the challenges of detention together, they also confront their own personal demons, discovering that they have more in common than they gathered. But just as they start to let their guards down and open up to each other, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart. •••••••••••• 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

˚ʚ 𝗔 𝗕𝗮𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗕𝗮𝗱-𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗘𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ɞ˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘 is the school - bad girl. Angels life's was pretty depressing - everything took a turn when she lost her mother. Her father turned into a drunk and Angel lost herself. She'd fuck one guy after another-not getting attached and not caring for them. But that was until the quiet boy, Sebastian Black, caught her eye. 𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 is the schools quiet/innocent boy. He wasn't like all the other high schoolers. But, he also wasn't what he seemed. Sebastian was quite the opposite to what everyone said about him. His act was good, but - of course, one girl just had to go and ruin that. And said girl just had to be Angel Rose. ─────────────────────── Start: 9-10-22 Finished: 2-16-23 Cover ©Pinterest It's You And Me ©Emelynemeeks15 ─

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.❞ Some people survive chaos -they wear it like armor, growing stronger in its storm. And some don't just survive it -they thrive in it, because chaos is the only language they've ever spoken. Two souls, sharp-edged and stubborn, mirror images in motion. Different in every way that mattered - and yet, somehow, exactly the same. Both addicted to power, but no victory ever fed the hunger. It wasn't about peace. It was about winning. New York City's finest, turned against each other -not to serve the mission, but to prove who deserved the crown. She fought to claim it. He fought to destroy it. And the city held its breath as ambition went to war with itself. Liliana Blake. Carson Kingston.

𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. A walking contradiction: all sin and sorrow, smoke and shadows. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, too well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. The kind of love that tastes like sin and feels like home. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough And the road gets tough, I don't know why" - 'Born To Die' by Lana Del Rey xxx In Shelley, nothing stays buried. Not secrets. Not betrayals. And definitely not the kind of love that ruins you. Aurora Rossi has spent years building walls strong enough to survive anything. Theo Williams is the one person who knows exactly how to tear them down. But when loyalty turns dangerous, friendships fracture, and the past comes back burning, they're forced to face a truth no one wants to admit: Some flames keep you warm. Others consume everything. And once you start to burn... there's no going back. xxx "I think you're going to have to ask me again," I murmured, tilting my chin up. "But like, really nicely this time." Theo blinked. "You're serious?" "Deadly." A second passed. Then another. I watched the way his tongue ran along the inside of his cheek, watched his hand flex like he was trying not to grab me too fast, too rough. And then, softer now-different-he said, "Rory." Just my name, but it held more weight than anything else. "Please, baby. Let me kiss you."