"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

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

You can't escape us now. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ I breathed shakily, tipping my head back when my breasts exposed to the crisp air. Sam just caught one in his hand, squeezing it tightly and making me whimper. "They're fuller than I remember." Pleasure struck through me, and I turned my face to the side, restraining a moan. "Do you like that?" Sam whispered low. "What's down here?" Nash cooed. "Look at that," Sam smiled down at me, "not as innocent as I thought." "Especially when she's dripping onto the sheets," Nash said, looking up with a smirk. "I am innocent!" I whined. Sam just kissed my neck, making my breaths catch. "Not for long, Sweetheart." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ A purposeful kidnapping turns into their greatest obsession. They had kept her for years, but she escaped, slipping through their fingertips. Now, three years later, Maddie's in college with her best friend, Cameron and getting a degree forced upon her by her parents. While eating dinner with her friend, she's enjoying her night, but her eyes set on familiar pairs of dark ones. Their dark smiles and dangerous sights focused all on her. All the light inside her drained. They found her. Our Little Mouse is a slow burn dark college romance with dangers you cannot resist. With four male love interests to bring you to heaven. #1 in "loveandromance" on May 21 2025 (Our Little Mouse is in the FireNight realm, but is not part of a series)

I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away. "You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly. "Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who lays his hand on you. On what's mine." I said and crashed my lips onto hers. I kissed her roughly and possessively, I made her know who she belonged to. And if anyone said otherwise, they'd have to deal with a bullet in their head. * * * Nicholas 'Ace' King - Don of the Italian Mafia and the most feared person around. Dove Winchester - A bright college student, with a fire inside her only a few know about. When Dove bumps into the Mafia king at her favourite café, how will he react? She seems to bump into him in various places that her friends say it's fate... but is it? Will Dove grow closer to Nicholas and put his past behind them or will she question all her morals to be with him? Will Nicholas learn to love or will he be dragged down with his bloody past? Keep Reading to find out! #1 in Passion #1 in College #1 in Café #1 in Blue Eyes #1 in Rich #1 in Beautiful #1 in Bad Past #1 in Girl #1 in Guy #1 in Jealousy #1 in Hot Guys #2 in Italian #2 in Bad ass #3 in Dark Romance #4 in Singer #4 in Mafia #5 in Billionaire #6 in Possessive #11 in Friends & Family #11 in College Stories #12 in Love

Warning ⚠️ Incest A very dark romance Sadist masochist Older man Many male lead Love triangle Virgin Big Age gap Light BDSM Step-daughter X step-dad Step brother Daddy issue Controlling! Taboo Abandonment issue Attachment issue Freaky Immature FL Celina Valentina had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private tutors, an army of servants-yet behind her manicured smile was a girl twisted by privilege and neglect. She was spoiled rotten but lonely. To the public, Alexandrovich was the epitome of refinement-a billionaire tycoon with a golden tongue and a genius for empire-building. But behind closed doors, he ruled a darker kingdom. The truth? He was one of the most feared figures in the Russian underworld. A kingpin cloaked in Savile Row suits, trafficking in blood, weapons, and secrets. If there was money in it, he had a hand in it. And he didn't hesitate to kill. No big money is clean Celina's mother, Emma, had learned that too late. After three years of walking on glass, she fled in the night-terrified after Alexandrovich discovered her lies. She abandoned her daughter to save her life. Now she is 19 and alone in the labyrinth of his mansion, Celina lives under the iron grip of her stepfather's rules. Yet as the years pass, fear gives way to fascination. She watches him from the shadows-his power, his control, the way the world bends around him. And something dangerous stirs inside her a desire she hade for him. What happens when the devil becomes the only man you crave? THE STORY HAS MANY PLOT TWISTS SOOOO DONT BE TOO SURPRISED!!!! Guys, I'm still editing it!!

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol

His voice was a low, velvety murmur, laced with a dangerous intensity as he leaned closer, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "You don't understand, do you?" he began, his tone equal parts menace and longing. "You're not just a woman to me, Rose. You're the woman-the only one who's ever mattered. I want to own every part of you, body and soul. To love you so deeply, so fiercely, that there's no room left in this world for anyone else." He exhaled slowly, his lips curling into a dark smile. "You're my beauty, Rose. The light I'll protect with my darkness. And if it means becoming the beast to keep you, so be it. I'll claim you as mine in every way that matters, because losing you? That's not an option. Not now, not ever." Trigger Warning : Toxic , force , madness , manipulation , controlling Starting : Jan 19 , 2025 End : Mar 31 , 2025

My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #1 in Grovel #1 in Humour #1 in Seductive #1 in Blackmail #2 in Funny #3 in Office #3 in EnemiesToLover #4 in SexualThemes #4 in LoveHate