Title: who's your daddy ? (Alt Title: My Stepdad is a Mafia Boss!?) --- Tagline: "He was supposed to be my protector, not the man I dream about in the dark." --- Summary: Eighteen-year-old Elliot Hayes always kept to himself-quiet, obedient, and invisible. After his mother's divorce from her mysterious, terrifying husband years ago, Elliot barely even remembered the man... until the night he was shot walking home from his part-time job. He wakes up, bleeding and confused, in a lavish mansion guarded like a fortress. And sitting beside him-dressed in all black, tattooed, sharp-jawed and cold-eyed-is none other than Viktor Moretti, his 34-year-old estranged stepfather... and one of Europe's most feared mafia bosses. Elliot's world turns upside down when he realizes he's not just being protected-he's being kept. With his mother out of the picture, and his enemies unknown, Viktor declares Elliot will stay under his roof until it's safe. But Viktor isn't the cold-blooded monster Elliot imagined. He's powerful, yes. Dangerous, always. But also quietly attentive. Overprotective. And behind those cruel eyes lies a longing neither of them dares to name. As the walls close in and the bullets start flying, Elliot finds himself drawn to the one man he shouldn't want-and Viktor? He's beginning to wonder if protecting Elliot was ever just about keeping him safe... or something much deeper.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

For as long as I could remember vampires ruled other humans. I found it that way and I believed that was an injustice. Not like I could do much about it. Once I turned of age, I would be sold as a blood slave, a pet and my life would possibly end. I never liked these creatures to begin with. Adding salt to injury I was bought by a royal vampire, the prince. I cursed the day I was born. Maybe not all vampires were the same, but for humans that was just wishful thinking. (This book has mature mentions, violence, blood, sexual scenes and mature content. Proceed with caution.)

In a world ruled by mafia cartels.... Travis, the first son and heir to the Monrez empire has no rules whatsoever. Not even being straight. But there is one unspoken rule, one! Never mix with the family of the rival cartel. But why should he do that? Especially since he's already so obsessed. And maybe...not the healthy kind. ~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNING: Dark themed *Substance abuse *physical abuse *Kidnapping *Rape. NOT EDITED!!!!!! #2 rivalry #3 gayboys

Being a werewolf wasn't all bad, I had a pack, loving yet annoying family, friends, tight knit community. The one thing I really hated was the season. The simplest way to explain the season was the six weeks us werewolves procreated, females went into heats, males rutted, and omegas, like me, got our asses chased like they were made of gold. I'm serious. I avoided the sordid affair all together, turning down all those asked to be my season partner but with the pack leaders son on my heels and a new alpha in town, i don't think i can sit this season out.