"Is everything a joke to you?" I snapped, my voice cracking with a burst of fury. "You put me in danger, kill a person, and you're standing in my kitchen covered in blood hitting on me?" "Hitting on you? You were on your fucking knees for me ten minutes ago. I think we're past that." I scowled. He just had to remind me of that. Ugh!! My hand swung out. And slapped him. Luc didn't flinch. His head barely turned, but the glaze in his eyes deepened into something terrifyingly psychotic. And then I knew I had to run. As fast as I could. Away from him. I quickly brushed past him. "You're running away again," his calm voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. I tried to step away. "No, I'm not." I totally was. "Yes, you are. Word of advice, Riah: never give me your fucking back." He closed the distance, pinning his chest against me, breath hot. "You won't see me coming." Neriah Lancaster is flawless, wealthy genius the rest of the world-a mean girl with a porcelain mask. Nobody sees the fractured girl beneath. Nobody except Lucien Devereux. They call him the devil. He's her enemy, her bully, and the boy next door who has spent years tormenting her. He also has a dark obsession with her. And when a twist of fate traps them in one apartment, sharing one room and a bed, Neriah realizes there is no escaping the devil. Because she was always meant to be his. 18+++ 🔞 Enemies to Lovers ❤️‍🔥 Bad Boy Next Door 😈 Morally Black Hero 🖤 Antiheroine 💜 Only One Bed 🛏️ Touch Her and Die 🔪 #1 in parent issues #1 in antiheroine #1 in goth girl #1 in life #1 in illness #1 in teen writer #1 in virgin heroine #2 in only one bed #2 in dark academia #4 in bad boy next door #4 in psychotic #8 in banter

depraved - /dɪˈpreɪvd/ - morally corrupt; wicked. "You're obsessed with me," I breathe, fingers gripping the gun harder. "it's so pathetic." "Call me a fool instead," he replies with a tilt of his head as he steps closer, the gun digging into his chest. "because I'm never letting you go." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They say all good boys go to heaven, and bad boys bring heaven to you but they never say anything about the boys who unleash hell upon the world just for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝘝𝘖𝘞𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌: 𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘋 𝘈 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 1. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 He came for revenge. He stayed to claim her. Gabriella Ferrara is fire in silk and lace. A fortress. Untouchable. Unbothered. Zain Ibrahim is the darkness already inside her walls. For years he's watched her from the shadows. She was supposed to pay for her father's sins. One look and the plan burns. Now she's the sin he can't confess and the craving he can't kill. What starts as vengeance twists into obsession. Obsession into possession. Behind custom suits and blood-stained knuckles, Zain learns exactly how far he'll go to keep her. Because in his world, mercy doesn't exist. And Ibrahim men don't let go. Not of grudges. Not of the women they mark as theirs. In a world of blood oaths, the most dangerous vow is the one he makes to her: Mine. Touch her and you'll answer to me. Will she be his salvation... or the beautiful downfall he was born for?

[A dark mafia romance] In the great cosmic shit-show we call the justice system, there's the law... and then there's the counterweight. Forget Lady Justice, that blindfolded hack. She's just the statue out front. The real work, the greasing of the gears, that's done by a different kind of broad altogether. They've got a name for her: "The Dirty Lawyer". And let's be clear, they're not wrong. But to the six sons-of-bitches currently fertilizing a pine box forest, she's just Frank. See, Frankie operates on a different docket; a personal one: a list of names belonging to the pricks who turned her family into a memory. And she's been working her way down that list, real methodical-like. That was the plan, anyway. Then - he - had to show up and complicate the goddamn scenery. Hector Pierce. The society pages call him a businessman, a philanthropist. What they don't print is his real trade. The man is an artist whose medium is fear, and whose brush is a straight razor. The man has one rule: family. It's not a suggestion, it's a religion. So when a slick attorney with a death wish and a killer pair of legs starts sniffing around his family, she stops being a nuisance and becomes a problem. And Hector Pierce... he's a goddamn problem-solver. He looked her right in those two barrels of doom she calls eyes and promised to burn her world down to the foundation. And she should want to put a bullet right between his principled, stupidly gorgeous eyes. But his loyalty... that deep, caveman, "I'd-kill-for-my-blood" loyalty... it's a fucking distraction. To Hector, Frankie isn't just a threat. She's a lawyer who can argue a case on Monday and dispose of a body on Tuesday. Beautiful in a way that should be illegal. He's decided he's making her his. It's not a question of if, but a question of when the hell she would stop fighting him on it. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS WHO GET SHOVED INTO A ARRANGED MARRIAGE BOOK ........... They don't kiss. They clash. They were born into violence and raised to be monsters. He kills on command, leaves bodies as warnings, and smiles while doing it. She's just as lethal-sharp blades, sharper words, and a temper that's ended men twice her size. Their families are sworn enemies, their blood feud written in gunfire and graves. Their affair was never tender. It was teeth and nails. Knives pressed to throats. It was rage-fueled sex that felt like war-hands around throats, promises whispered like threats, pleasure taken out of spite. Then their parents catch them. Instead of punishment, they're forced into a marriage meant to stop the bloodshed. A contract signed in blood. A wedding guarded by armed men. Now they're bound together, wearing rings like restraints. Their fights turn violent. Their nights turn feral. Hate bleeds into obsession, and obsession into something far more dangerous. They're trapped in a gilded cage, sharing a bed they swore they'd never sleep in willingly, playing devoted spouses while plotting each other's destruction. Marriage turns their private war into a public contract. A shared bed becomes a battleground. Arguments end with hands slammed against walls, steel glinting between them, promises whispered like threats. Every touch dares the other to flinch. Every moment alone feels like it could end in blood-or something far worse. Every argument ends with threats. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every night is a battle neither can afford to lose. Because in the mafia, marriage is a weapon-and when hate tastes this good, love might be the deadliest sin of all. .............. "They call it peace. I call it a prettier kind of war."

❝𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.❞ -✮- Naomi Jones, a runaway with a dangerous past, finds refuge in Green Oak's school where it was obvious she did not belong. Her plan to stay under the radar shatters when he enters her life, pulling her into a world she can't escape-and one she can't resist. Sebastian Hawthorne, a dangerous enigma with a reckless charm, he thrives in chaos and lives by his own rules. Her arrival in his life shakes his carefully built world, but instead of pushing her away, he's drawn to her. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. -✮- 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 book one. -✮- FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.❞ 𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 is the heiress to her father's throne, the Morales Mafia. Not only being a part time assassin known as 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, she's also trained and fought for her title all her life and will not let anyone or anything take that away from her. When a new enemy rises, Asteria is forced by her father to get a personal bodyguard as a precaution . . . 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘇. They don't particularly like each other from the start. Yet they are forced to be within a certain radius at all times, giving them no choice but to tolerate one another. She doesn't want to like him because he has made her life insufferable the moment he stepped foot into it. He doesn't want to like her because she is the forbidden fruit in his eyes, something he should stay away from but ultimately can't.

"Run if you want, princesa. I like my women breathless." Seraphina Fontaine was supposed to become a lawyer. Instead, she accidentally pissed off a cartel. In her defense, she won the damn thing fair and square. One private game later, Seraphina has a debt she never asked for, and Mateo watching her like he can't decide whether to kill her or keep her. Mateo is the kind of man who smiles before ruining lives. The kind of man Seraphina should avoid at all costs. Too bad avoiding things has never been her strongest skill. Now she's answering burner phones, doing favors for criminals, and trying to survive long enough to make it to law school. The plan is simple: find what went missing, clear the debt, and get out. Except Mateo keeps getting closer. And Seraphina keeps forgetting that dangerous men are only fun until they start wanting you back. **TROPE LIST:** 🖤 Dark Cartel Romance 🎲 Forbidden Romance 🔥 Enemies-to-Lovers 💎 Debt Bondage 🎴 Forced Proximity ⚖️ Worlds Collide 🔪 Morally Grey Hero 💋 "Touch Her and Die" 🐍 Obsessive Love 🫦 Battle of Wills ~~~~~~~ THIS IS BOOK 3 OF THE WHAT WE HIDE SERIES BUT CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE, THOUGH THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF INTERCONNECTING CHARACTERS AND SPOILERS 1st chapter comes out August 4th! Add it to your library baddiessss

wist•ful /ˈwɪs(t)f(ʊ)l/ having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing.

{NEEDS EDITING} ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❞ ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... "Death is the easy way out, remember?" 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. A pretty face hiding a thousand secrets. A mind broken in ways only she knows. The world sees her as a closed book, but only a few have glimpsed the cracks behind her innocent smile. Her past is a shadow that haunts her every move. An unsettling loss, a family fractured beyond repair. People disgust her, but there's one who stands out: a charming, dangerous man who might just be the one to pull her in. 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨. Dark, enigmatic, and drawn to chaos. He doesn't play by the rules, but when he meets her, the rules no longer seem to matter. A man with a dark past and an even darker secret, Xavier has always gotten everything he wanted. Until he crosses paths with the one woman he can't ignore. She's everything he never knew he needed and everything he shouldn't want. As their worlds collide, the lines between love and betrayal blur. Xavier has a past he's kept hidden, and Olive is about to learn the hard way that nothing is ever as it seems. Trust is a fragile thing, and once it's broken, there's no way to put it back together. What happens when two broken souls realize they're not so different after all? And when betrayal cuts deeper than anything either of them could have prepared for? ....::::**•°✾°•**::::.... #1 in newstorys - 12/16/22 #1 in rivalry - 12/18/22 #1 in poledancing - 12/31/22 #1 in groups - 12/31/22 #1 in drama - 12/31/22

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 With barely twenty-five years, she's the youngest head of Blackveil Legal, London's most prestigious law agency. Having mastered the art of an unforgiving pokerface early, she causes even the mightiest of men to writhe uncomfortably under her cold gaze, trembling for forgiveness she will never offer. They do not know the truth. They do not know that she has sticky blood dripping off her sharp nails, staining her black heart. Because she effortlessly hides it like a secret made to be forgotten, playing the entire city in the process, like it's merely another piece on her board. After all, they do not call her 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 behind closed doors for nothing. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 Leaving a trail of blood and empty souls behind everywhere he goes, he is hell's coldest threat, equally feared and sought after. They say he's the calmness to hell's chaos, a silent voice echoing louder than any shout. In a world without rules, his word is law. And no sane soul would ever attempt to interfere, because they do know the truth. They do know that he holds a buried past over his tainted heart. They do know that his calmness is a well-made façade, and fear the moment it's relentlessly torn to pieces. Because once it shatters, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 may fully be unleashed. 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. In the darkest of nights, a dangerous deal is made, forged in blood and carved into skin. One may live, the other shall die. And it was in this moment that a destructive legacy woven in stars unfurled. Because two souls had set eyes on each other and would burn everything in their forbidden waltz, including themselves.