She died betrayed. Killed by the people she trusted most-her husband Ryan, the son of a feared mafia family, and her own sister, who stole her life without remorse. But death wasn't the end. Kayla is reborn at twenty-four with one goal burning inside her: revenge. This time, she's not soft. She's not naive. She's cold, calculated, and ruthless enough to tear down anyone who stands in her way. Her sister will pay. Her husband will regret ever touching her life. And the empire that once swallowed her whole will learn her name in fear. But revenge has consequences. When Kayla crosses paths with Matteo Moretti-the powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly attractive mafia don who even his enemies don't speak of lightly-her carefully built plan begins to unravel. Matteo is not like the men she knew before. He doesn't follow rules. He is the rule. Cold, possessive, and terrifyingly protective, he sees Kayla as something he refuses to let the world take from him. What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into war. And what starts between Kayla and Matteo becomes something neither of them can control. Because in a world built on blood and power... love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇! 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. He is obsessed with me.. Will Alheri find love out of one's obsession or will his possessiveness run her away? Rowan Salvatore is a well known Don he runs businesses, gangs And a Mafia, he has never been obsessed before or in love but it all suddenly changed when he saw 𝐴𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ. "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩"

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

"You're being dangerous, babygirl." She grins, biting her bottom lip mischievously. "What do you mean?" She feigns innocence. I chuckle darkly. "I mean that if you keep touching my dick like this, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you raw on this couch." Her expression doesn't waver. "You make that s-sound like it's a b-bad thing." She grabs onto my collar and pulls me down so our chests are touching. "I've been w-wanting your dick for months, Boss." ~{+++}~ Zora Lewis is a very simple girl. Raised by a single father, met her first love at seventeen, and hopes to get married and have children in the near future. She's timid-embarrassingly so- and sheltered due to her upbringing. But what happens when her boyfriend loses his job, forcing her to work for the first time in her life? And, even worse, her boss is the hottest man she's ever laid her eyes upon? Onyx Takahashi is full of surprises. He seems like your typical brooding, cocky, money-loving club owner on the surface. But under the surface? He's a loving big brother, a generous boss, and the leader of his own secret vigilante group that eradicates corrupt organizations. So yeah... he's got layers. What happens when a man so used to saving others and a woman is dire need to be saved meet? Now, you might think you can guess, but I assure you that you aren't ready for what happens. All I can say is this: Strap in for a wild ride. (I'm so bad at descriptions, plz just read. I promise it's not bad) Synopsis written: 7/16/25 Story started: 7/1/25 Story published: 1/31/26 Story completed: 4/6/26

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."

Sevyn moved to Seoul chasing opportunity, not love. As the only non-Korean dancer at the city's most elite strip club, she commands the stage-and the attention. But when her possessive manager Sangmin starts controlling more than her schedule, things get messy. Then he walks in. Rich. Tattooed. Mysterious. Willing to drop $25,000 for a single dance-and offering a way out. But Sevyn isn't a prize to be won. With money, lust, and power circling like smoke, she'll have to decide: stay in control, or risk everything for something real. Exotic. Desired. Untouchable.