Being a stalker came with its dangers in itself, but stalking the Italian mafia's princess? It was a task that could easily be rewarded with death. A deadly obsession. A just as powerful stalker. How will Maria deal with the rival mafias son being completely, utterly and irrevocably obsessed with her? . . . MARIA BIANCHI age 19 Protected and sheltered her whole life, by not just her overprotective parents but also her 3 older brothers. She always had a loving childhood but never the freedom to go out and explore. Homeschooled her whole life, she never got the chance to make many friends but her one best friend Isabella. Her mom's best friends daughter. What will she do when one day, when she is finally allowed to leave her house for a few hours she catches the eye of the worst man possible? The sole male heir to the rival mafia. The Russian mafia. ALEKSANDER PETROV age 23 One of the only two children of the Russian Don. He was raised lovingly but he never got the same care as his younger sister. He never resented her for it but grew to hate his father. The Russian Don. Feared by not just the citizens but also the government. Aleksander was known to be cold and heartless. He cared about no one and had no weak spot. Not even his dead mother who died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a don. He was never taught love, or kindness. Only cruelty and hate. So when he sees a brunette girl eating ice cream and feeding the ducks his heart doesnt know how to behave. And he does the only thing he's ever been taught. He fixates. (NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST) #1 in stalkerromance, 25th & 26th January, 2026

Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance They were never meant to be lovers. They were barely meant to survive each other. Veer Singhania-ruthless, cold-blooded, and India's most feared underground billionaire. As heir to the Singhania crime empire, he built his fortune on blood, betrayal, and unrelenting discipline. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. Inaya Raichand-fierce, fiery, and born to defy. The only daughter of the powerful Raichand cartel, sworn enemies of the Singhania's, she's spent her entire life resenting everything Veer stands for. She's whip-smart, sharp-tongued, and determined to escape the life she was born into. But when a brutal turf war threatens to destroy both empires, a deal is struck. A forced marriage to keep the peace. Neither of them wants it. Both of them refuse to back down. And as the lines between hate and desire blur, dangerous secrets begin to rise to the surface. In a world of power, pride, and betrayal, will they destroy each other-or be forced to choose love over loyalty?