He wears a crown woven from sins and shadows. Boris Petrova is a ruthless Don who rules an empire of absolute ruin. But the night he steps out of the dark to drag Anya Moreno and her sister from the jaws of a living nightmare, the executioner meets his match. It takes exactly one glance at Anya to dismantle his sanity. Restraint becomes a relic of the past, replaced by a dark, predatory obsession. A hunger so vicious it threatens to burn everything down. Anya is just a normal girl caught in a devastating undertow. She can't explain the suffocating pull she feels toward him, or why her mind won't stop screaming his name. Boris didn't just enter her life, he claimed it, entangling her entire world and the safety of her family in his violent empire. But as Anya's reality turns completely upside down, she unearths a devastating truth buried in the ashes of her past, shattering secrets about her own mother that rewrite everything she thought she knew.

"I-I should be heading to my room now." I told him not in anyway ready to face him. "Turn around." He instructed. "Your fiancee may w-wake up soon to use t-the bathroom or discover no ones t-there." This would definitely not be a good look. Stop stuttering, I mentally chanted. "She won't." Was his response. "Please, I must head back to my r-room." I informed him, it had already been too long since we were in the bathroom alone. "You won't be getting out of here until you comply with my instructions." He informed. What game was he playing! I obliged and did what he said slowly turning around with my eyes tightly. *********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

A new enemy was rising, leaving chaos all around. Whoever they were, they were dangerous enough to cause panic among us to the point the Lennoxs, our rival mafia landed at our doorstep presenting themselves as our new allies to fight one common enemy. To show their allyship, they left their only daughter under my roofs, to train and guide her for the common cause. Recovering from a heartbreak, I welcomed this new distraction, a new responsibility only for everything to go downhill because Orla Lennox is dangerous for my heart and the most infuriating person I ever met. Someone I can't have, my enemy's daughter and people like me don't get a happy ending.

Harper Collins was an orphan who spent the first seventeen years of her life in an orphanage. Life in an orphanage is not easy but she dealt with everything courageously. But an incident at the age of seventeen caused her to run away. Not wanting to look back at it ever. Time flew by, she was now working in a restaurant as a chef alongside her friend who owned the restaurant. Her boyfriend of two years, proposed her for marriage. She couldn't be anymore happy. Everything was perfect now. But that's what she thought. Her engagement broke off. Broken, she decided to forget about everything for just one night. And that's how she finds herself at a club where she bumps into her friend's brother-in-law. What harm could a one night stand do for a girl who's trying to forget everything? Untill, she finds herself pregnant with the hot, famous, billionaire, playboy, Gareth Wilbrose's child. *Sequel to my story 'Back To You' but can be read as a stand alone novel.* (In case you are wondering why the hell there's a hashtag next to the title, numbering it...go read my bio.)

Getting married to the person you loathe is the worst nightmare ever. But for Leona Wilbrose, this nightmare came true when she was forced into a marriage with her childhood enemy, Rafe Andrews. Someone who's arrogant, rude and has no manners while talking to her. Just her. As for everyone else, he's the perfect man to ever exist. Why does he hate her? Well, she has no idea. Why does she hate him? Cause he hates her. Both of them belonged to reputed families, with Rafe being a self made billionaire and Leona being the heir to her father's company. But when destiny starts to play its game and feelings start to grow...then maybe being married to your enemy wasn't a bad idea. _____________________________________________ I was breathing heavily. His lips a breath away from mine. He gripped my jaw firmly in between his fingers. His eyes were dark and blazing with rage. When he spoke, his voice was low and sounded dangerous and husky. "You pull this trick ever again and I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a fucking whole week." Most Impressive Ranking: #1 in shortstories #1in arrangedmarriage #3 in billionaire (In case you are wondering why the hell there's a hashtag next to the title, numbering it...go read my bio.)

"I don't fear darkness. I am the darkness." Being the leader of the largest Mafia group in USA, Ruslan Searlus is a man to be petrified of. Everyone run away from him; wishes to never cross his path. Everyone's terrified of him, everyone but Alfresca Leonard, a homeless woman who comes knocking at his door begging him to save her life. He's a heartless monster while she has the purest of hearts. When these two clashes, sparks arises and so does other issues. __________________________________________ "I was just curious." Lifting his hand, he gripped my jaw in between his fingers firmly and tilted my head upwards. His voice turned low. "Then tame your curiosity, Alfresca or I wouldn't mind taming it myself." And he brushed his thumb against my lower lip.

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

Violette Miller is a mere high school student whose scars say more than she ever could. Cain Garcia isn't who she thinks he is - when does the line between work and love get blurry? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . this book was written in 2020 by me. many told me they really liked it and wanted it back, so please beware of cringe language and/or scenes. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED!

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes." His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity. __________________ This book contains strong languages read at owns risk. UNEDITED.

"You can't avoid me forever Lara" I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot" "Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho. We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that. While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster. He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move.. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy. Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of. Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'? 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞 I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a little cringey.. it's a warning guys. ⚠️⚠️⚠️