Zoe Adam was a master at pretending. At eighteen, she'd perfected the art of silence, smiling when expected, nodding at the right moments, keeping her secrets tucked away in her heart. It was safer that way. With three siblings, a chaotic dysfunctional Latin household, and parents who wore kindness like a mask, Zoe learned early that love could sting just as easily as it could soothe. Her mother could call her mi vida in one breath, then leave bruises seen and unseen in the next. Her father? He floated in and out, too wrapped in his own storms to notice the ones he left behind. None knew anything. her sisters who witnessed everything but didn't say anything, had their own shields. Not her brother, who tried to be the hero but never saw what needed saving. Zoe kept everything locked inside her feelings, her loneliness, her hunger, her ache, her need until even she forgot what it felt like to be full. Then came Hayden Reid. Nineteen, half-Italian and Puerto Rican, . He moved to London that summer, taking the flat right next door. To most, he was just the new guy with the sharp jaw, quiet hazel eyes, and that permanent don't-get-too-close look. But to Zoe, he was more than that. He was her brother's best friend. The boy who used to tease her when they were kids visiting Italy. The one who disappeared after his parents split and reappeared years later with more muscle, and a haunted look she couldn't stop staring at. Hayden had his own shadows. His past was littered with broken things promises, people, places he no longer called home. Coming back to London was supposed to be a reset, not a reunion. But fate had other plans for him. Now, he lives just a few steps from Zoe's window. Too close to ignore, too far to touch. And despite the years, the distance, and the damage they see each other in a way no one else does. Two hearts with locked doors. Two people who never meant to collide again.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

She's a gorgeous cheer girl... And you're a geek with acne... That's something no amount of 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 is going to change. Started: 9-17-23 Finished: 11-11-23 Rankings: Wmbw #2 - 10-8-23 Boy #2 - 10-10-23 Cheerleader #1 - 10-12-23 Highschool #3 - 10-12-23 Blackgirl #1 - 11-8-23 Bwwm #7 - 11-14-23 Girlxboy #1 - 11-19-23

He was obsessed. She was everything. But love this dangerous never comes without a cost. Daniela never asked to be worshipped. Sweet, cheerful, and loyal to the man she's loved since high school, she's built her world around Akito-the quiet, baby-faced heir with a deadly reputation and an obsession no one sees coming. For six years, he's given her everything: power, luxury, devotion... and a love that borders on madness. But behind closed doors, Akito isn't the golden boyfriend everyone believes. He's possessive. Controlling. A man who doesn't blink before getting his hands dirty for her. And when anyone dares disrespect Daniela, Akito doesn't just get even-he gets blood. Now living together, things should be perfect. But when jealousy flares, and secrets bubble to the surface, Daniela begins to wonder how far Akito's obsession really goes-and how much longer she can survive it. Love was supposed to feel safe. With Akito, it feels like devotion wrapped in danger.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Everyone knows Ivan Cornejo. Now meet his son. Santiago Cornejo isn't chasing fame, attention, or love-he's just trying to survive being "Ivan's son." At school, he's lowkey. Unbothered. Uninterested. Except when it comes to Lucy. She's loud, sweet, and completely misunderstood. Everyone thinks she's annoying-except Santiago. And that's why she only talks to him. Quiet and closed off, he hides behind his hoodie and his guitar, avoiding the chaos of his famous family. Lucy is loud, sweet, and always talking... only to him. What starts as silence turns into stolen moments, soft touches, and a love neither of them expected. Set on a rural ranch full of noise, secrets, and second chances, her eyes is a tender, slow-burn romance about healing, first love, and finding peace in each other's presence. this isn't his dad's love story. It's his. Ranks #2 Mexico

[BWWM] I never expected my life to spiral like this. Once, I thought Tyler was the perfect guy-charming, sweet, the one who made me feel special. But when the guy I thought I knew turned abusive, everything changed. I found myself stuck in a toxic relationship, trapped in a cycle of manipulation and hurt. The one night I thought I could escape it all, I ended up in Aiden's room, a stranger who saw me for who I really was, not just a pretty face and a hot body. But Aiden isn't just any guy-he's kind, compassionate, and unlike any guy I've ever met. Now, as my abusive relationship threatens to swallow me whole, Aiden is the only person who makes me feel safe. But can I let go of everything I thought I knew about love? Or will I risk it all for something real? Even if it might cost me my life? Rankings #1abusiveboyfriend - 14/03/25 #1 bookworm - 22/03/25

He's the life of the party. She's the girl with the golden glow. Neither of them expected their next great love to be each other. Told with heart, heat, and hilarious banter, this friends-to-lovers, one-bed, slow burn romance proves that sometimes, the class clown is the one who loves you best. Book 2/3

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I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

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