By Kiki .L She met him before she even knew his name. It was supposed to be just another night-scrubbing tables, dodging sleazy comments, and surviving the greasy hellhole she worked at to pay for law school. But when she approached the table of seven silent men, cloaked in wealth and something far colder, she felt it-that shift in the air, like a predator had just gone still. "We're closing in 34 minutes," she snapped, exhausted and done pretending. One of them stared. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. Just watched her like he could tear her apart and piece her back together in ways she'd never recover from. Mikhail Volkov hadn't spoken since he was a child. He didn't need to. His silence was legendary. His cruelty, worse. He ruled from the shadows-Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva, a ghost draped in blood and billions, with an empire stretching from Moscow to New York and Boston bowing at his feet. No one dared cross him. No one walked away after seeing him for who he really was. But she did. She saw something she wasn't meant to. A gun. A body. And him-eyes dead, jaw clenched, waiting. She ran. He followed. And from that night on, her life was no longer her own. PG16 | Dark Romance | Bratva Mafia | Billionaire x Law Student | Obsession | Possession | Violence | Power | Mystery | South African Heroine | Psychological Tension | Silent Alpha | Trigger Warnings Apply First BOOK OF THE : HIS SERIES

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

The day I finally learned I was carrying the baby I had waited years for, I saw my husband with another family. Alistair Ravenscroft is one of the wealthiest and most dangerous Alphas in England. He rules the northern pack from an ancient castle, can bring hundreds of wolves to their knees with a single command, and for eight years, he called me his one true mate. But he already has a child. A little girl with Lydia-my younger half sister, the daughter born from my father's affair. I had spent my entire life trying not to blame her for the betrayal that destroyed my mother's marriage. All the while, I was terrified of repeating my mother's fate. I never imagined my own husband would make me live through almost the exact same thing. I run from the pack, knowing Alphas do not let their true mates go. My only chance is the protection of Gideon Ashcombe, Alistair's longtime rival. But my husband finds me anyway.

He saw nothing. The world saw everything. Bronte has loved Dorian Rhodes since she was fifteen. She thought nothing could break his hold on her-until one overheard conversation shatters the illusion and leaves her with nothing but the truth. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Bronte prefers hers on canvas. Dorian Rhodes has always known he would inherit Rhodes Gallery. It's his birthright-even if his father isn't convinced he's ready. When he's finally given the chance to prove himself, curating his own exhibition, failure isn't an option. But one artist refuses to play by his rules. L'Étranger is elusive, captivating, and quickly becoming the most sought-after name in the art world-and the only one who keeps turning him down. What Dorian doesn't realize is that the artist he's chasing is the one he already drove away.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"

I am so scared of him that even his mere sight makes me shiver. In college his dark eyes are always on me . Why did papa admit me in the same college. God, how will I spend my whole life with him. Why did mama fix my marriage with him?Why? Why? Why? My alliance to end the rivalry between two families in the business world is already decided. I have never seen her until she came to my college and the day I saw her for the first time, she became mine. My life My obsession Just mine.......

Three years ago, Layla Worthington fled a gilded cage and the man who nearly destroyed her. Dean Worthington may be a charming billionaire CEO to the world, but behind closed doors, he was her nightmare. One brutal night pushed her to the edge, and she disappeared. Now she's Dr. Layla Walker, living quietly in Seaford, Delaware, finally free. But Dean has found her. Driven by obsession and twisted regret, he's come to take back what he thinks belongs to him, and he won't take no for an answer. CONTENT WARNING: This story features a soft, submissive female lead and a male lead with a history of infidelity and physical abuse . The plot centers on his redemption arc and attempt to reclaim her heart. If you prefer traditionally strong heroines or struggle with flawed heroes seeking forgiveness, this book may not be for you.

TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL marking (as in biting the nape of the neck to claim someone as your bonded mate.) When the Wolf King, Malachai, meets a mysterious young woman in the gardens of his keep, her warmth shatters the cold iron of his heart. She speaks to him and teases him, unaware that the man before her is the very ruler whispered about in fear: the king rumoured to have murdered his own fated mate. For the first time in years, Malachai feels alive, until her world collides with his in a way neither of them could have foreseen. Lillybelle has always been the outsider, the half-breed daughter of a beta and a human. Her life has been a careful balance of obedience and invisibility. But when her childhood friend and secret love, Rylan, publicly rejects her in front of the entire Royal Summit, her world fractures. Betrayed, humiliated, and stripped of the one bond she dreamed of, she's left standing alone, until the cold, dangerous king steps forward to claim her.

💞A billionaire who controls everything meets the one woman he cannot control. She saved a stranger's mother without asking who she was. She never expected the woman's son to come looking for the rest of her life. Meher Iyer has nothing anyone can take from her - no parents, no fortune, no fear. She sells jasmine outside a Coimbatore temple, bakes for extra rupees, and has never once bent herself smaller for anyone's comfort. So when she pulls a bleeding stranger off the temple steps and holds her hand until help arrives, she doesn't think twice - and she certainly doesn't think to ask if the woman is rich. Aryan Raisinghani is the coldest, most feared businessman south of Delhi - six-foot-five of tailored suits and boardrooms that go silent when he walks in. He has built an empire and buried every soft part of himself to do it. He has also, quietly, never stopped wanting what his brother has: a love that doesn't care about the empire at all. Then he finds the girl who saved his mother's life - plus-size, sharp-tongued, devastatingly beautiful, and somehow a full head shorter than him - and discovers, to his own horror, that she is the only person on earth who looks up at him without flinching. What starts as gratitude becomes curiosity. What starts as curiosity becomes obsession. And what starts as obsession will demand everything he has built - his control, his family's expectations, and the carefully iced-over heart he swore no one would ever reach. She never wanted his world. He's no longer sure he wants his world without her. His Unexpected Obsession - a slow-burn, cinematic romance of jealousy, possessiveness, mischief, and the kind of love that refuses to stay where it's been told to.