A slow-burn grumpy/sunshine romance set in a rigidly divided dystopian society where citizens are segregated by occupation. In the soot-choked depths of the Coal Mining Section-the poorest and most forgotten corner of the megacity of Elysium-lives Dahlia Evergreen, a young woman who spends her days sorting coal but pours her nights into secret acts of creation. With nothing but salvaged scraps, discarded fabrics, and an unquenchable love for glamour, she stitches dreams into existence. When one of her handmade outfits is unexpectedly seen beyond the dark tunnels, it catches the eye of Calix Voss-the brooding, sharp-edged son of the president. In a move that shocks everyone (including himself), he arrives in the mines and summons her to the glittering Fashion Section, the wealthiest and most exclusive enclave of all. There, Dahlia is given an improbable new role: personal seamstress, mender, and designer for Calix himself. What begins as a professional arrangement soon becomes something far more complicated as two people from opposite ends of the world's hierarchy are forced into close proximity day after day. He is guarded, cynical, and perpetually scowling. She is bright, resourceful, and refuses to dim her light-even in the face of his gruffness. Sparks fly amid measuring tapes, midnight fittings, stolen glances, and the slow unraveling of carefully built walls. A story of class divides, forbidden longing, quiet acts of rebellion, and the transformative power of seeing (and being seen) for exactly who you are.

‼️short chapters‼️ Colette Moreau arrives at the crumbling Château de l'Ombre in late October, expecting dust, bad plumbing, and maybe a quick flip for profit. What she finds instead is silence that listens, floorboards that sigh her name, and a collection of silver scissors sharp enough to cut through memory itself. Then there's Tiago. He moves through the shadowed halls like he's always belonged there-tall, pale, dressed in a coat that should have rotted a century ago, eyes the color of wet slate after rain. He speaks in whispers that feel like fingertips on skin, and every time he smiles, something in the house breathes a little deeper. Colette tells herself he's a squatter. A hallucination. A very persistent ghost. Tiago knows better. The black pearls hidden in oyster shells taste like tears and iron. The two black cats watch from the landing with eyes that never blink. And every night the scissors in the sewing room move six inches closer to the door. What begins as irritation-grief turned sharp, loneliness turned blade-slowly grows into something luminous, dangerous, and achingly intimate. Some houses don't want to be restored. Some houses want to be loved. And some houses will cut you open just to see what's inside. A dark, slow-burn gothic romance laced with horror, dry comedy, creeping dread, and the kind of desire that leaves marks. Welcome to Château de l'Ombre. The front door locks behind you.

What happens when your trapped in a cabin with four men who are old enough to be your father 😜 --- Aurora Bennet is driving back to Illinois in a snow storm when her car breaks down on a mountain in the middle of no where and she's forced to spend four months with four men with more demons than they can fight, will she burn in the flames or be reborn in them? Clayton Black is the silver lining on any cloudy day but when his facade falters and his demons are revealed, will he survive? Harry McCoy never wanted a family or anyone that remotely relied on him, because the only thing he can rely on is the numbers in his bank from the companies he flips, Will he ever learn to love? Levi Radcliffe needs pain to live, he needs the frill of the fight to keep his heart beating and being a wwe star keeps him alive but will he ever know how to thrive instead of just survive? Isaac Sulivan has lived his life, he's lived his dream and now he's empty. He's no longer an Olympic swimmer or a husband. In his eyes all he is, is a broken toy, an old dog who needs putting down, will he ever find a new purpose for himself ever again? Then their is Frazer, too busy to lead a life of his own and stuck in the shadow of his dad who's the mayor and glue of the small town on the mountain that becomes isolated to the world every winter, will he see the light after the dark days? --- This is a reverse harem, forced proximity, age gap book with FxMxMxMxMxM

"What did I tell you about talking to other men?" Xander growls into my ear, pinning my wrists above my head. "I-I- I'm s-sorry-" "Sorry's not enough, babygirl. You disobeyed us. You know what happens when you disobey us." Axel growls, his nose still in my neck. He raises his head to look me in the eyes. "We punish you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aalya Rivera. She's been beaten, raped, and treated like a slave for the past three years by her abusive step-father, Carter. After an exceptionally rough, painful beating delivered on the night of her eighteenth birthday, Aalya decides she can't take it any longer. So she leaves. Running away with no more than minimal clothes, food, and water, she leaves into the woods behind her step-father's house. She runs as far as her bruised, beaten body allows her, before crumpling down and passing out from pain in the middle of the forest. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alpha triplets Xander, Xavier, and Axel have been looking everywhere for their mate for eight years, to no avail. When Axel goes for a run in the forest, he comes across their mate, laying as though dead on the ground. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will Aalya adapt to living with her possessive, controlling mates, or will their rough, untamable personalities become too much for her? Or will it be her reluctance letting them heal her scars? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- warning: my grammar and writing ability is pretty questionable at times. This my first book. Go easy. ⚠⚠WARNING---EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS & OVERPROTECTIVENESS⚠⚠ 18+ readers only TW - Abuse, rape, descriptive sex scenes, crude language.

Book 1 of FORBIDDEN series. #Aanya and Viraj. A college student who becomes pet of her professor due to circumstances. A highly mature smut novel with a loose plot which is no better than bullshits. Genre: BDSM, Erotica. Not suitable for under 18. 🔞 Trigger Warning This novel is intended for 18+ mature readers. It contains adult themes including explicit intimacy, BDSM elements, dark romance dynamics, toxic behaviour, emotional intensity, toxic relationship patterns, and morally grey ML. Reader discretion is advised. The situations and relationships shown are fictional and dramatized. Proceed at your own risk.

A year-long series of standalone erotic short stories, each set in a different month and named for the season's mood. Two women-always new names, always strangers-turned-lovers-find themselves drawn together in distinctly Chicago-flavored spaces: snowbound cabins, humid rooftops, firelit parlors, rain-streaked lofts, harvest-moon brownstones. The narratives focus on charged anticipation, deliberate touch, and the slow unraveling of desire against vividly seasonal backdrops. Expect lush sensory detail, mutual hunger, whispered names, and the kind of intimacy that feels both urgent and timeless-without ever rushing past the build-up to the peak. Each piece stands alone, yet together they trace the quiet rhythm of a full calendar year through bodies, breath, and the weather outside the window. No plot points or specific events are revealed here-just the atmosphere and emotional texture of the series. If you'd like tags refined for a particular month, a continuation into the new year, or anything else, let me know.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Hip-no-fo-bia | Hypno-pho-bia | /hɪpnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/. noun: Extreme or irrational fear of falling asleep. #2 in the Phobia series. __________ The wind blew softly, shifting wisps of her golden blonde hair. She laughed at her own silly jokes as they walked. "A little birdie told me you eat pasta for breakfast," Taylor blurted out to the stoic man in front of her. Oh, she knew he was annoyed alright, she knew he didn't appreciate her following him against his own will. But she just can't help it, there's something about the long-haired man that keeps pulling her in, like an invincible force, dragging her to danger. "I mean, I'm not judging you," She carried on, kicking pebbles out of her way. "Even the best of us have a knack for being weird." The man walking ahead of her suddenly stopped walking. Taylor had managed to prevent herself from bumping into him but had succeeded in wobbling and toppling over. Her butt was inches away from the ground when her hand was gripped and she was pulled up. She ignored the tingles that jolted up her arm and stood upright. He gave her one pointed look before saying; "I'm not weird." And then he resumed walking. Taylor laughed and brushed her hands on her jeans. "Then what are you, Gregory Weston?" ** Maryam M.B♥

Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/ noun: A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound. #1 in the Phobia series. ___________ "M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence. "Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating. I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkles my brows. "Pain?" I questioned. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decide to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted. He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood that was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again. "I'm far from it baby, I'm worse." ***** #1 in cute out of 192K. #84 in romance out of 1.94M. #3 in protective out of 12K. #1 in naive out of 2.08K. #3 in possessive out of 6.14K.