Sultanah Aliyu is sharp, fearless, and breathtakingly beautiful-a 19-year-old waitress trying to keep her family afloat. Her life is a constant struggle: a sick father, a troublesome mother, unpaid rent, and school fees for her two younger brothers. This job at a luxurious five-star restaurant is her lifeline, a chance to survive and provide for the people she loves. But one ordinary day turns everything upside down. In a fateful collision, Sultanah bumps into the restaurant's rare and mysterious visitor-Aziz Abubakar Goje, a 25-year-old business tycoon, owner of the empire she works under, and the very definition of arrogant, rude, and unforgiving. Orders spill, his expensive tailored suit is ruined, and a multi-million-dollar deal hangs by a thread. What starts as an apology quickly spirals into a battle of words as Sultanah refuses to bow, insulting him in return-a move that lights a fire of irritation and fury in Aziz. He promises to make her regret meeting him, but she laughs it off, unaware that his memory of their collision-and of her fearless gaze-won't let him rest. Days later, while Sultanah struggles with her crushing responsibilities, Aziz can't stop replaying their encounter, the defiance in her eyes haunting him more than he'd like to admit. Pride, anger, and stubbornness will clash as they navigate a battlefield of grudges, misunderstandings, and unspoken attraction. There is no love at first sight. Only hate... and the slow, inevitable pull that neither can ignore.

Loss was only the beginning. After the death of her mother, Fatima is cast into a domestic hell, enduring the calculated cruelty of a stepmother intent on her ruin. Caught between the ghosts of her past and the trauma of her present, Fatima must decide if she will crumble under the weight of her reality or fight for a future she can't yet see. ​Can a broken spirit ever truly touch the sky?

Two souls who once met in laughter now face each other in silence. Can the light she once brought into his world guide them both out of the shadows? Or will their past be the reason they can't find their way back to love? 11/25

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

* His hot breath fans my neck as he presses an open mouth kiss there "Walking away just like that huh Mrs Bernardi?" He brings his face up touching his forehead with mine His hooded eyes on me then on my lips "Then I guess you really are weak" He says provoking me. I clench my jaw glaring at him "Fuck you" I try to hit his chest to remove myself from his hold but I couldn't, his grip was too strong that I couldn't even move "Let. Me. Go" I grit my teeth glaring at him "Why?" He mumbles in a mocking tone as he kisses my cheek trailing down to my jaw biting down there I gasp "Afraid that you'll fall in love?" He flickers his gaze to mine, His eyes were hooded A smirk touches his lips We stay there looking in each other's eyes, his forehead stays connected with mine, His lips merely inches away from mine but he don't kiss me, He just.... Stays there. We stay lost in our haze when I speak "It will destroy us" I say whisper still caught in trance while looking in his eyes "You and me both" I whisper to him "Does it matter?" He mutters and I barely heard him before he finally closes the distance between us by pressing his lips on mine -------------------- Luca Bernardi, heir to the ruthless Italian mafia, rules with cold precision and an iron fist. Alisa Vernost, the fiery sister of his sworn enemy, is everything he shouldn't want yet everything he can't resist. Bound by a marriage neither chose, their worlds collide in a storm of hate, power, and forbidden desire. Every glance ignites fury. Every touch blurs the line between love and war. Enemies by blood. Lovers by fate. Will their hatred consume them... or will surrender destroy them both? STRITCLY FOR ADULT READERS ONLY 18+

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable-the dangerous daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. And then there's Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four. Handsome. Strict. Forbidden in every way that matters. It started as provocation. Now it's obsession. He's supposed to keep his hands to himself. But I will make sure it's impossible for him to not touch me because, Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.💋 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in bodyguard- 29/01/26 #1 in action-romance - 08/02/26

"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove