She runs his club. He owns the city. Neither of them remembers why that feels like fate. There are things they don't talk about. Scars they don't show. Rules they don't break. But fate has a habit of leaving reminders. And this time... it left a sealed envelope. Marked by Moretti is a slow-burn mafia romance wrapped in secrets, obsession, and a past that won't stay buried. Welcome to Echelon. Where power is currency, silence is survival-and love might be the most dangerous game of all. Luca Moretti rules the city's underworld-cold, ruthless, untouchable. But to her, he's just Luca. Her best friend. Her constant. Her almost. She thought she knew the lines they'd never cross-until a rival family puts a target on her back. Now, Luca's pulling her into his world of blood, power, and obsession. He says he'll protect her. But with the way he looks at her now... She doesn't know if she's being protected-or claimed. Once you're marked by Moretti, there's no going back.

"Fuck you," I cried out, retracting my hand to inspect my injured finger. The small, throbbing pain was a reminder of our confrontation. "See? You can't help but play the damsel in distress." His large hands enveloped mine, inspecting my injured finger with surprising gentleness. Victor's touch ignited both irritation and an inexplicable warmth within me as he rubbed the sore spot with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "You just can't help it." He pressed a soft kiss to my palm, leaving me momentarily stunned as he released my hand. "Sit down and take a few deep breaths." ___________________________________ Determined to rebuild her life, Lilan faces challenges with resolve, supporting her family and friends while seeking her own identity. Amid emotional turmoil, she navigates a complex relationship with her childhood friend's brother, torn between unresolved feelings and the past. Join her on this journey of resilience, love, and self-discovery, as she learns to embrace her strength and aim for a brighter future.

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

Willow Clarke has newly turned 18. Straight A student, good girl, she's pretty much planned her whole life out down to the smallest of details, with dreams of going to college and becoming a hard working lawyer fighting for justice. Her focuses are on that and supporting her single mother, Elena, whose been her best friend her whole life. Jace Quinn, on the other hand, is 18 year old football captain. He seems to have it all. He's a rule breaker and the world lets him get away with it, because look at him. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him. Underneath the surface, Jace struggles with anxiety, insomnia, and the grief of his mother's death. His widowed father, Jack, is out of touch and doesn't know how to connect with his son other than pushing for big college scholarships. What happens when their single parents meet and hit it off at a parent-teacher night? Their worlds are turned upside down when Willow's mom and Jace's dad become engaged. Thus throwing the two teenagers into a new life as step siblings. Will they become the perfect family their parents want them to be or will Jace introduce Willow to a whole new world of forbidden desires and choices? **There is no blood relation between the two main characters, nor were they raised together. They have completely different sets of parents. WattPad, please don't remove this. I have so many things planned for this story.**

A single wrong digit changed everything when Alexie Volkov sent a text message to one of his most trusted men. He never expected a reply from a stranger, especially from an innocent girl who had no idea who he was or what he did. Charlotte Hayes thinks the mystery texter is just some overly dramatic guy with a dark sense of humor, and soon their accidental conversation turns into a nightly ritual shared in the safety of anonymity.

( FULL BOOK NOW AVAILABLE VIA THE LINK IN MY BIO ) A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Long before blood stained snow and gods chose sides, before prophecies were spoken aloud and broken blades whispered their hunger, something ancient stirred. A power once betrayed, once torn apart and buried beneath lies, had found a heartbeat again. And that heartbeat loved. Miranda Jacobs was never meant to be the center of creation's collapse. Born of war and wonder, of a war god and a just queen, she carried light . She did not seek destiny, yet destiny bent toward her all the same. Dmitri Volkov housed two souls and one promise. His uncles dark soul and Aetherion a fallen reborn : that nothing would ever touch what was his. Love anchored him where rage would have burned the universe to ash. Love also made him dangerous in ways the gods had forgotten to fear. Because the old rules no longer held. Tyron, born of betrayal and crowned by resentment, believed power was taken, not earned. He sharpened blades meant to erase souls, sent monsters into the dark, and whispered to shadows that thought the gods weak. He wanted the girl. He wanted the end. And Olympus trembled. Zeus clung to control, blind to the cost. Hera hungered for what should never be unchained. Hades saw the future and recoiled from it. Ares sharpened his sword not for glory, but for family. Poseidon watched the tides turn, knowing balance was already broken. The prophecy was clear. When light is pierced by darkness, when love becomes the battlefield, the fallen will rise without mercy, and forgiveness will die with the stars. This was not a story about heroes. It was a story about what happens when love becomes a weapon, when gods make the same mistake twice, and when the universe learns that some bonds cannot be broken without everything burning with them. Book Two begins where fear turns into war. And war remembers names.

"It really takes a lot -especially in our line of work- for me to feel alive...but you do that for me, Vivienne." When psychically gifted Vivienne Salvatore is forced to flee from her dark past, she stumbles upon a "prestigious" agency under the name of "Lockwood & Co". Fortunately for her, they're hiring. OR In a world where children risk their lives each night to protect the vulnerable from the undead, two damaged souls find one another and realise just how alive they make each other feel. (ANTHONY LOCKWOOD x FEM!OC) (12/AUG/23 - ...)