When the dreams and hopes of a young medical student collide with those of the heir to one of the world's most powerful Mafia families, it's not just a chance encounter. It triggers an explosion that could destroy everything. Hannah Stevens is one of those people you'd call hardworking. On a scholarship, she's pursuing her studies at a California university. Kind, curious, and far too carefree for her own good, she still believes the world operates on simple rules: work hard, stay on the straight and narrow, and everything will be fine. Then she meets Zion Fells. Zion Fells is a man who doesn't take no for an answer. Capricious, obsessive, and unstable, he lives in a world where the will of others has never truly mattered. And the moment Hannah enters his sphere of influence, she becomes much more than a stranger to him. She becomes a target. Hannah Stevens will never give up her freedom. Zion Fells, for his part, will gladly take on the challenge of subduing and destroying her.

Demigods are prayed to with wine and flowers to gain their favor. They are the beings who separate the divine from humanity: more accessible, more merciful than the gods themselves. They can grant wishes and fulfill dreams, provided they obtain the consent of their divine parent. They are the most perfect aspect of humanity, and the most imperfect aspect of the gods. It is precisely for this reason that they should not exist. When Bailey Montgomery is forced to return to a world she had sworn to renounce, she finds herself caught in a maelstrom of superior beings who have only one desire: to devour her. It is said that when an angel and a demon meet, fire appears. But Bailey is not an angel. And the demon doesn't look like a demon. So how can one escape something one cannot even distinguish?

Beauty is a curse on this world. It blinds us, keeps us from recognizing who the true monsters are. If only María Bianchi had understood that sooner, she would have given anything never to meet Hassane Moryah's gaze. María was the kind of woman who believed in love the way others believe in God with devotion, with passion, with dangerous innocence. Her whole life she had been rocked by the promise of it, convinced that love could save, heal, transcend. And through all those years, one name pulsed like a sacred truth inside her chest his. Hassane. A tender, burning obsession that had followed her since high school. So when, at last, his eyes fell on her, María thought she was watching her destiny come to life. She thought she had finally touched the miracle she'd been waiting for. But what she found in that gaze was not love. It was the beginning of her fall. The doorway to a hell she would never escape unscarred. After all, seduction has always been about manipulation.

Meredith Fells had always defied the world around her. Insolent, untamable, she was convinced that no limit could ever stop her. Young, free, drunk on adrenaline, she chased after thrills that grew stronger, wilder, more dangerous. Risk pulled her in like a vertigo she never wanted to recover from. Cassian Campbell, on the other hand, had never found his place. A castaway in a society built on appearances and false morals, he carried within him a darkness that couldn't be tamed. His twisted, insatiable mind craved only one thing: a prey to hunt. Meredith chose to be that prey. She wanted to step into his game, surrender herself to the chase, taste the danger he had to offer. But Cassian doesn't play. And Meredith will soon learn there is nothing more merciless than mistaking a predator for a lover.

The Titanic sank for love. That's how Jack and Rose's story ends: a stupid, inevitable end. We all know why Romeo and Juliet died. Love doesn't exist; there has only ever been lust. Human beings are attracted only to what is bad for them. It's a universal truth. Charlie Cooper is the smiling, always-cheerful blonde, typical of Beverly Hills. She's probably the most adorable person you'll ever meet. She's experiencing her first great love with Houssein Moryah, but their relationship is actually controlled only by his will. The deeper she sinks into the dark and toxic world of the younger Moryah, the more she loses her light. Kenya Aalyah is a model. She's always been judged, watched, and reduced to an object of desire. But when she crosses paths with the famous Houssein Moryah, a new kind of rejection descends upon her. He despises her, he hates her. Cold, disdainful, arrogant... Houssein Moryah is the kind of man described as a block of ice, incapable of expressing anything. But Aalyah will soon discover that what he expressed was nothing more than a cold anger, a sadistic hatred that he knew how to conceal beneath a mask of apparent calm.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »