Claudia Monroe is ice wrapped in skin, quiet, sharp, and merciless with her silence. The mafia world taught her one rule early on: softness gets you killed. Years ago, she learned that lesson the hard way... from the one man she trusted. Vincenzo Salvatore is everything people fear. Ruthless. Controlled. Untouchable. As the heir to a powerful mafia empire, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't regret and never explains his choices. Especially not the one that cost him Claudia. They were never lovers. They were never enemies. They were something far more dangerous-unfinished. When fate drags them back into the same bloodstained world, old wounds rip open and buried truths claw their way to the surface.Claudia is no longer the girl Vincenzo left behind, and Vincenzo is no longer the man she once believed in. Yet the past still breathes between them, heavy with betrayal, secrets, and a love neither of them dares to name. In a world ruled by power and violence, trust is deadly-and love is a liability. But some bonds don't break. They burn.

Ayka is the idol daughter. Never argues. Never shows emotion or 'overreacts'. Carries out everything told of her. Not a pushover-of course not-but knows her job and does it well. Alia is not the flawless daughter. Has a cheeky remark for everything. Bargains as if existence was an ever-long fish market. And lives life with her heart on her sleeve-a smile on her face-and a pep in her step. Although, Alia's intention isn't to be a walking nightmare. She just wants the approval of her father. Danil Dmitriev is the son of a neglectful, workaholic father, Adam Dmitriev. Danil's tension with his father has only grown over the years in his childhood-especially when Adam married a woman 25 years younger than him only four months after his mother passed away. But things take a turn when Adam requires Danil to get an alliance with the Siberians after realizing the war with the other Russian bratva, the bratva of Moscow, is getting far too intense for anyone's good. Ivan Sokolov is intense. Intense, cold, and the eldest son and heir to the Moscow bratva. Some call him uncaring. Some call him determined. Most call him bat-shit psycho. Ivan isn't a psycho, per se. He just knows the correct reaction to every situation. And by the correct reaction, I mean he has a boiling temper. So, when he finds out about the St. Petersburg bratva potentially messing with his family's legacy-he may have casually started a full fledged mafia war. Ivan is now stuck between a rock and a hard place. Marry the Siberian's idol daughter, Ayka, or deal with the other Russian bratva alone. Alia isn't an option-especially considering the fact that his younger brother has had a crush on her since forever. Enjoy this read :) - urlocalromance / avni

Alia King. Abused and unloved. Broken but still breathing. She dreams of having a loving family, a longing desire for peace - a shining light in the eternal darkness that threatens to eat her whole. Will she ever find the family she wishes for? Will she discover the peace she craves? Or will it always stay as a string of hope for light in the endless darkness? ⚠️ Contains very strong topics ⚠️ May contain, but is not limited to: Suicide Depression Self harm Rape Sexual assault Sex trafficking

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

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 (This is NOT an incest story!!) 19 year old Avyana, also a very known assassin in the underworld known as Angel, living with her twin Alessio. For the first 5 years of the twins' lives, they lived happily with their two parents and 5 older brothers. On the twins' 5th birthday, they were taken by the German mafia, their family's worst enemy. The Morettis are heartbroken because the light in their dark world was taken. Alessio and Avyana hate their family because they think their family gave them up and caused them the abuse and torture they've endured. When the twins end up moving to New York, where their family lives, for a mission, will they happen to run into their family whom they hate? Will family recognize the twins? Can the twins ever forgive their family? When Avyana's dark past creeps back into her life, will she tell Alessio? Will her family find out before its too late?... Or will they lose their daughter for good this time. Will Avyana sacrifice herself for her family's sake? Will she get the happy ending she deserves? ••• ❝Oh my God." I breathe out, tears welling up in my eyes. "I know I've been busy with work and my mafia, but I thought we needed a little date night. Just the two of us." he says, wiping a tear from my cheek that I didn't realize had fallen. "Kayden, t-this is amazing! I love it!" I stutter and jump on him, which he catches me, and I cling like a koala. "I love you to the moon and beyond." I mumble into his neck, and he tightens his hold on me. "I love you more, baby. Always. To the moon and beyond." He rasps into my ear, and when I let go of him, we just stare into eachothers eyes for a second. Just him and I.❞ __________________________________________________________________________________ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 - July 9th, 2024 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 - Dec 19th, 2024

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

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

"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

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 #Upcoming Sept 2025

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK