𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 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 Bratva leader. 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, Isabella finds herself falling in love with the man that destroyed her life and Aleksander becomes obsessed with the daughter of the man that took everything from him. Isabella meets a cold reality: 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

Valentin Petrov saw Inaya Singh once and never recovered from it. One year ago, he walked into a tiny flower shop trying to buy flowers for his mother in silence away from the chaos of his life. Instead, he found her. A girl with stained fingertips from arranging roses, soft music playing in the background and a smile so gentle it made something dangerous inside him go completely still. And ever since that day, Valentin has been obsessed and not the fleeting kind of obsession, the terrifying kind. The kind that has him memorizing her routine without meaning to, sitting in a blacked-out car across the street at midnight just to make sure she locked the shop safely, the kind that has him collecting pieces of her life like secrets. Her favorite tea order, the books she reads during slow afternoons, the fact she hums quietly when she's nervous. He keeps telling himself he's protecting her but deep down, Valentin knows the truth. He's a man starving for something he can never have. Because Inaya exists in warmth and light while Valentin was raised in violence. His surname is feared across entire countries, bodies follow his family's footsteps and if Inaya ever discovered who he truly was, what he's done or what the Petrov name actually means, she would look at him with fear instead of the softness he's gotten so used to. So what happens when the bratva pakhan falls for the girl who owns a little flower shop not knowing how bad the world could really get?

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

He loathe his wife, yet he can't take his eyes off her. He wants her gone, yet he can't seem to stay away. He wants her to suffer, yet he's overly fond of her sweet smile. He wants her to hate him, yet he craves for her love.. ⚠️Warning!⚠️ This story contains : • sexual / mature content • foul language • abuse • violence • sexual assault Highest Rankings : #1 Adult #1 Don #1 Sweet #1 Mafiaromance #1 Marriage #1 Trauma #1 Adorable #1 Grumpysunshine #1 Mobboss #1 Soulmate

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬. Caterina's father is the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, although Cat refuses to be a part of the dangerous lifestyle that comes with it all. After leaving her family and the Mafia behind her, Caterina begins her own life, living peacefully outside of the reach of the Mafia for four years. That changes suddenly as life throws Caterina into the middle of the chaos when the Russian Mafia chooses to strike her family's empire. Placing a bounty on the Sicilian Mafia heir. With her life now at risk, Caterina's father has sent one of his best men to keep her safe and hide her away from the enemy. But there's something off with the tall and dangerous man who has sworn to protect Caterina's life. Can she trust him? Or will the secrets he hides be her undoing? Mature Content Warning | 18+ Please read list of trigger warnings. (This story is complete and can be read as a standalone)

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.