A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Can you break a few rules? Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez- they radiate power, enforce rules and look like damn greek gods while doing it. They basically run my school- quiet literally. I should keep my distance from them and follow the rules. I really should do as I'm told. I should be a good student, but I Violet Kaine am incapable of doing such. They are like different forbidden fruits in a tree and I fear I may be addicted to the idea of breaking just enough rules just to have them. ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BOOK 1 [ COMPLETED ] Word Count: 226K+ ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Started: 10/27/2021 Completed: 08/11/2022

Lisa was being harassed one night at an event. She quickly sat down at a table with a gentleman that gave her a sense of security. Little did she know she sat down at the Mafia King Owen Blackbourne. Once he saved her from the creep she quickly left after feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, but he was intrigued with tiny woman that had so sense of who he or his brothers were. He had to know more about her but would she want to know him or his brothers once she found out the truth about them? This is yet another CL Stone Blackbourne Toma fan fiction story.

Evangeline Lily Potter has spent her whole life being exactly who everyone expects her to be. Harry Potter's twin sister. Top of her year. The girl who always has a sarcastic answer. She's clever enough to outsmart most people, stubborn enough to argue with the rest, and sarcastic enough to pretend none of it bothers her. It does. Especially when everyone insists she's just the other Potter. So when Hogwarts welcomes a new transfer in sixth year, she's fully prepared to hate him. Mattheo Riddle. Son of the Dark Lord. Quiet. Infuriating. Entirely too calm for someone with such an enormous ego. He always has an answer. Usually one she wants to hex him for. If Eva had a Galleon for every time he annoyed her, she'd probably own Hogwarts by Christmas. Their first conversation nearly ends in a duel. The second isn't much better. Then their private Defence lessons begin. Ancient magic starts reacting to them. Every lesson leaves Eva with more questions than answers. And a Professor seems far too interested in her magic, and Mattheo always knows something he shouldn't. He lies too easily. She notices too much. And neither of them can decide which is more irritating. As secrets buried long before they were born begin to surface, Evangeline finds herself chasing a truth that someone is desperate to keep hidden-even if it means trusting the one person she swore she'd never stand beside. Some legacies are inherited. Others are written in blood. "A love story that was never supposed to happen." Ratings: 🥇 - #harrypotteruniverse (29/11/25) 🥇 - #writing (27/05/26) 🥇 - #read (04/07/26) 🥇 - #sarcasm (27/07/26) Nr 2 - #Hogwarts (30/06/26) Nr 3 - #legacy & #legacies (31/05/26) Nr 5 - #MattheoRiddle (30/05/26) Nr 5 - #Dracomalfoy (30/11/25) Nr 6 - #Riddle (29/11/25) Nr 6 - #Hermione (4/01/25) Nr 9 - #powers (02/07/26) Nr 9 - #enemies (03/07/26)

"She wakes up inside a dark romance novel, trapped in a world of secrets, time travel, and fate. No matter how many worlds she crosses, every path leads back to him." A man who controls realities just to keep her trapped in his game. A love story written across infinite worlds... She's his favorite obsession across infinite universes. And maybe... she might not want to escape. A dark, addictive love story written across countless worlds - where the hunter always catches his prey. Dark Romance | Multiverse | Obsessive & Possessive MMC | Time Travel | 18+ Trigger Warning: Explicit content, violence, dark themes, intense obsession, and morally gray (almost black) male lead.

❝𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨.❞ A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.

PUBLISHED AS A PAPERBACK, E-BOOK, & KINDLE UNLIMITED ON AMAZON. Link(s) in Bio The first draft (unedited without bonus chapters) will remain for $2 on Patreon (per month) for those in countries Amazon does not sell to. "Awe pretty baby, look how cute you look all tied up and crying for us," he softly stroked my face, but the smirk on his lips made me shiver. He turned to look at them, "What should we do with you now?" He asked, lowering himself to my face. I stared at him wide eyed, listening to the others circle around me like lions ready to pray on a lamb. I can't hide my arousal from them, they can sense it, even if I lie, they'll call my bluff. I bit my lip, staring into his red eyes. "Punish me?" ~•~ This book contains sexual content, age gaps, light bdsm, and second hand embarrassment. If you don't like submissive female leads, this isn't the book for you. READ THE DISCLAIMER. (There is no sexual feelings/relationship until the fmc is 18/19) (cover by @asweetprincess )

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS WHO GET SHOVED INTO A ARRANGED MARRIAGE BOOK ........... They don't kiss. They clash. They were born into violence and raised to be monsters. He kills on command, leaves bodies as warnings, and smiles while doing it. She's just as lethal-sharp blades, sharper words, and a temper that's ended men twice her size. Their families are sworn enemies, their blood feud written in gunfire and graves. Their affair was never tender. It was teeth and nails. Knives pressed to throats. It was rage-fueled sex that felt like war-hands around throats, promises whispered like threats, pleasure taken out of spite. Then their parents catch them. Instead of punishment, they're forced into a marriage meant to stop the bloodshed. A contract signed in blood. A wedding guarded by armed men. Now they're bound together, wearing rings like restraints. Their fights turn violent. Their nights turn feral. Hate bleeds into obsession, and obsession into something far more dangerous. They're trapped in a gilded cage, sharing a bed they swore they'd never sleep in willingly, playing devoted spouses while plotting each other's destruction. Marriage turns their private war into a public contract. A shared bed becomes a battleground. Arguments end with hands slammed against walls, steel glinting between them, promises whispered like threats. Every touch dares the other to flinch. Every moment alone feels like it could end in blood-or something far worse. Every argument ends with threats. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every night is a battle neither can afford to lose. Because in the mafia, marriage is a weapon-and when hate tastes this good, love might be the deadliest sin of all. .............. "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war."

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

I was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled myI was currently straddling him, desperately trying not to roll my hips into his toned stomach. Joel." I whimpered, my voice coming out as a low whine. His big hand swiftly met with my ass and I cried out from the sharp slap, a moan unintentionally escaping my lips. "What do you call me, Princess?" He asked ominously into my ear. He pulled my skirt up to my lower back and began to caress my bottom gently, over the place that he just spanked, leading to an even more profound tingle. I whined and just barley rocked against him when I felt another, slightly harsher slap land on the middle of my exposed rear, and I yelped loudly. "Kai." He rumbled, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. "You know I don't like to repeat myself." He warned and squeezed my now stinging bottom. "D-Daddy, I call you Daddy." I hurriedly answered. "Please!" I begged, wholeheartedly regretting my earlier actions today. I felt him smile against my face at that, and he chuckled darkly generating a shiver to run up my spine. What have I gotten myself into?

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded then. "You." "Louder." "You! I belong to you!" "Good," he praised, sucking me back into his mouth. I screamed, arching my back. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Cassidy is only 17 when she got deathly ill, and haven been the politician's daughter, many have targeted her and hurt her for her father's choices. But someone finally came up in the works to offer to be her bodyguard. Her high school best friend, Jett Grey. Little did she know he had an ulterior motive. But there's more... Emma is being hunted by a serial killer, one known as The Carnival Killer who had been murdering innocents and taunting her through letters since she was 16. And another one... known as the Midnight Murderer who kills at night. Of which happens to be Jett. And he planned to finally take what was his, for The Carnival Killer has taunted his Emma for too long. Blood will be sprayed. And she will be under him, screaming his name. (this is part of a firenight sub-realm which is "Maddie's Favorite" in the book "Our Little Mouse". Maddie Rivers named her first child after the main character in this novel, Emma)