Sparks fly when a high-spirited young woman runs away from her wedding to a vicious mafia boss and lands in the arms of a heartbroken billionaire, who offers her his protection and a place to stay at his penthouse. [FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]

What happens when a Mob Boss meets the woman ordered to kill him?

I spread my legs wide open so that he had a clear view of what I was about to do next, a strangled sound escaping his throat as I inserted the phallic shaped vibrator into myself. The pulsing instantly radiated throughout my body and the tingling pleasure combined with this voyeuristic peep show, had my senses heightened. A loud moan fell from my lips. Dare I say it?, I contemplated. Screw it, I had already come this far. Why not finish what I had started? "Ooh, Matt," I cried out breathlessly, my toes curling around the bedsheets. "Fuck me harder." From across the hallway, he sharply inhaled and a smile immediately played out over my lips. Mission accomplished. Vanessa Adams can't believe her fantastic luck when she meets hot bad boy, Matthew Jones. It's just a shame that he's introduced to her as her twin brother, Jake's new best friend. Unable to resist his charms, she embarks on a forbidden and steamy affair with him. She knows she's playing with fire but Jake is also hiding a massive secret of his own that just may destroy the bond he shares with his sister. What's a girl to do when the love of her life is off limits and her brother is not all that he appears?

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

A reverse button has been pressed - at what place are we now paused at in Francesca and Ethan's journey? Four months have passed, what happened since that evening in January? Did she get the help she so desperately needed? Did he keep up his end of the bargain? Only time will tell. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Strong Language and Sexual themes - Smut, Drugs and Alcohol. - - - ~ ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ~ "You're such a desperate whore, aren't you, huh?" He asks, and I nod, screwing my eyes closed, his words making the knot in my belly tighten further. "Then you're going to wait." "What-" I'm opening my eyes, seeing his hand reach for his belt. In a blink of an eye, he's ripping it out of the hoops, and he's grabbing my wrists, restraining them. "This okay?" He checks, his guard lowering, and I nod, biting on my lower lip. "Use your words, baby." "Yeah, it's okay." I say breathlessly.

Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

#1 and #2 Of The Devilman Series #1 - The Devilman's Epiphany✔️ #2 - The Devilman's Femme Fatale ✔️ #3 - The Devilman's Flower ✔️ Rex Elijah Rosetti, who's known among others as the Devilman, owns a gang with his father working beside him. They're the strongest and don't work with people till one day they decide to make a deal with the solivagants. In order for the deal to work Arabella who works with the solivagants needs to be married to Rex because her mother is the leader. Arabella's mother pushed her to be the best in the worst way possible which made her the woman she is today. They despise each other because they both are too stubborn to admit they could be good for each other. They both want to be free and Arabella makes Rex realise things he never thought about. She becomes his epiphany. Epiphany: (n.) A moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you. "ɪ Sᴇᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʀᴇx ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ." ʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏf ᴛʜᴀᴛ?" ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ fʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏf ᴍᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. "ʜᴇ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏf ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʜɪs. ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs?" ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ sᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ. "ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏf ᴛʜᴀᴛ?" ɪ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ. WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

"Who do you belong to?" he growls in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. His fingers tease me, skimming across my soaked panties, and every touch leaves me breathless. "You," I moan, my voice trembling. His dark eyes burn into mine, hungry and possessive. "Yes. You are MINE." --- Sebastian Lavadzza. Mysterious. Intense. Dangerous. The right-hand man to the mafia. And the man I can't live without. Or so I thought. Sometimes, the only way to save someone you love is to let them go. Sebastian has been my everything-the man who protected me, guided me, and touched me in ways no one else ever could. He knew me inside and out, every shiver, every secret. But love is complicated, and in my world, it's deadly. Now, I'm engaged to another man. A man who knows how much Sebastian means to me and has twisted that love into a weapon. If the truth about us ever comes out, Sebastian won't just lose me-he'll lose his life. Walking away is the hardest choice I've ever made. But it's for the best, isn't it? Because Sebastian has always said we were just a fling. Just passion. Nothing more. So why won't he let me go? Why is he fighting-for me, for us-when he claims he doesn't love me? In a world where betrayal lurks around every corner, where secrets and lies are currency, can love survive? Or will it destroy us both? --- Warning: Mature Content This story contains steamy, explicit scenes and is intended for readers 18+. If you're looking for passion, heartbreak, and a love worth risking everything for, dive in. But be warned: in this world, nothing is ever simple.

❦ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ❦ "Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me. This cocky fucker. "How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me. "You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the activity you were doing." His conceited tone and expression gives out no apologetic form. The nerves of this guy. "You should be the one apologizing for almost making me a murderer." He gestures his fingers to me. I scoff sarcastically. I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of letting his words anger me any further and cause an unnecessary reaction. "You know what? I was actually thinking you'll be at least decent enough to apologise but I was wrong." I state calmly to him with a shrug. He doesn't reply but a flash of hurt runs through his eyes. I had nothing more to say. I turn around and started making my way back to my car. I don't spare him another glance before pulling out of the driveway. He may look like a forbidden creature, that can cause unholy thoughts to occur in someone's mind and body but I feel no effect, cause he's a total asshole. I guess people here are not as nice as I thought. ~~~~~~~~~~ After Skylar decided to start off on her own with the intention of leaving everything behind and starting over, she had no idea that decision will come with too many surprises. Not only did she begin reliving her past, but she comes face to face with it when she met Weston Whyte. •Ranks• #1 in Sumt #1 in Amusement #1 in Past-trauma #1 in Skylar #1 in Rider #1 in Adult-content #2 in Cheesecake #3 in Strangers to lovers