"You think you're a ghost in these halls, Aurora, but I have memorized the frequency of your breath. Go ahead-run. But I am the horizon; no matter how far you go, you are still within my sight. I will dismantle every version of a life you've built without me until the only thing left for you to lean on is my shadow. You aren't just a part of my world; you are the pulse I use to measure it." - Evander Laurent __________ In the hallowed, gothic halls of Ardencrest University, being a 'Ghost' is a survival strategy. Scholarship student Aurora Lane knows the rules: stay invisible, protect her brother, and avoid the gaze of the Elite. But she made one fatal mistake. She was noticed by the Crown Prince. Evander Laurent doesn't just lead; he possesses. He is a mastermind who views people as chess pieces, and he has decided that Aurora is his most prized prize. He doesn't want her heart-he wants to be the very air she breathes. He is systematically isolating her, tearing down her world until he is the only thing she has left to hold onto. In a game of psychological warfare and dark obsession, Aurora must decide: will she break under his control, or will she learn to rule the shadows he created? He's not just watching her. He's rewriting her reality. ____ "The Crown Prince |18+" is the first book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series

He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

When Iris's father disappeared overnight, he didn't just leave behind his debts-he left her as collateral. Riven Vallar, the cold and brutal heir to the Vallar Mafia Empire, expected revenge, money, blood. Instead, he found a trembling girl with ice-blue eyes and nowhere to go. She became his prisoner. Then, his pawn. Now, she's being forced into marriage to protect a company that was never hers, under a man who treats her like a transaction. She doesn't love him. He doesn't want her. But power demands sacrifice. And she has no choice but to wear his ring.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

"What are you thinking about?" Enzo says stepping over to sit next to me. "Huh" I remark and glance at him. "When you're thinking about something, you scrunch your nose up and tighten your brows. But you're also biting your lips, so it must be something serious, or are you nervous?" He says, and I just stare at him, shocked. "Am I that easy to read?" I inquire, and he laughs. "Not when you're on your period or when you're hungry. Can't tell whether you like me or want to kill me." He says and I laugh and hit his shoulder. "Am I that bad?" I say "Uh, yeah. I feel like if I don't have a sandwich made in 15 seconds when your moody, I'll be in deep shit." He says. "Stop, you're making it seem like I'm some bad person," I say this and shove him away from me; he chuckles. He takes my hips and places me on his lap, forcing me to straddle him while I wrap my hands around his neck and look up at him. "You are not a horrible person; you are someone I sincerely care about and would go to any length for. And by anything, I mean anything. If you want me to jump off a cliff to grab your favorite sunglasses, I will." Hera is a beautiful woman in a committed relationship with Enzo, whom she adores. She is troubled and unsure what to do when things come to light and secrets are uncovered. She is unsure whether the consequences of her past finding her will be beneficial or detrimental in the long run. Add plot twists, betrayal, and desire, and you have an intriguing story. ....and she is not so innocent But neither is he..... WARNING*** This book contains detailed smut, gore scenes, and vulgar language. You've been warned .

Her twin sister was supposed to be married a dangerous mafia man until she disappears and she has to take her sisters place. Updated weekly Tuesday Dominate man Smut 🔥 labeled and spicy 🌶️ I knock once softly and say, "Come in." "I'm super sorry about interrupting. I was wondering if anyone had any food allergies or anything before I made lunch for everyone." I ask, looking at them and waiting for their response. "Just me, I have a shellfish allergy," a guy says. "Okay, no worries. Thanks. Sorry again." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing muffled voices. "Ti sto dicendo che non è mia moglie. Ho bisogno che tutti scoprano cosa sta succedendo." {I'm telling you that is not my wife. I need everyone to find out what's going on. } "Sono d'accordo che tua moglie non cucinerebbe in questo momento. Odiava anche Atlas" {i agree your wife would not be would be cooking right now. She also hated Atlas} "Non preoccuparti capo, scopriremo cosa sta succedendo," I hear another voice say as I cook. {no worries, boss, we will find out what's going on} Not edited!

You'd think you could trust a man who promises not to call the police when there's a dead body five feet away. You'd be wrong. Very, very wrong. That night, Alessio DeMarco took me in. He gave me a name, a bed, and the illusion of safety. He fed me at his table, trained me beside his sons, and turned me into something sharp enough to survive his world. Something dangerous. Now I'm one of the deadliest assassins alive-raised in violence, educated in strategy, and trapped inside a family that sees me as property instead of blood. With his eldest son preparing to inherit the empire, Alessio has other plans for me. Plans I refuse to be part of. So I run. Straight into Sicily. Straight into another storm. Because peace never lasts, not for people like us. Old ghosts rise. Loyalties fracture. Empires clash. And the man who trained me wants me back. This time, I'm not running to survive. I'm running to choose my own ending.

The curls that framed the sides of her face, her laugh, her smart tongue... it all made my dick immensely hard. The same woman was a heaping mess just underneath me as I slid her laced panties to the side, teasing her clit. "Enzo... please" She moaned out with her eyes closed. I smirked before using my other hand to force her to look at me, wanting to see those green orbs I adore so much. "Fuck me already" She whined with need, her hand now clinging onto my wrist as I inserted another finger inside of her. I brushed over her bottom lip with my thumb before speaking, "Be patient, angel" "I want to taste you on my fingers" **** Samira had a good life going for her. She was married to Noah Whitlock who was known for his success. He just so happened to own the best company within their state. At first she dreaded the thought of being married to a man like him, her parents forcing her into an arranged marriage. But as the years went on, she found herself falling in love with him. He even offered her a position to be his assistant at the company. Just as Samira made it home, she caught her husband cheating on her with with her best friend... on their anniversary at that. Embarrassed, she filed for a divorce and left without a second thought. It's wasn't until a few years later when she went out with her friend, only to find herself allured by a mysterious man, Lorenzo Barchi, who just so happens to work at the club they went to. The two find themselves attracted to one another, but her past begins to catch up to her when her ex husband catches wind of where she works. How will things play out in the end? Will Samira give into her feelings towards Enzo? Will she give her ex husband another chance? Or will she simply run away from it all? Check out this story to learn more!! #1 - divorce #5 - matureaudience #5 - exwife #6 - cheating #7 - cheater

[COMPLETED] "We both want you." Enzo tells me and I look cautiously at Killian who stares at me with an intense glare. I gulp and look away from the intimidating man. "Both?" I whisper with wide eyes and Enzo smiles, nodding his head. "Do you want that, baby? Two men pleasuring you." He brushes his knuckle against my cheek and then rubs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. "Open up for me." I stare at him with wide eyes and then clench my thighs together . What the hell am I getting myself into?! ••• Enzo and Killian are two dominants who have spent years trying to find the perfect submissive. They are just about to give up when they suddenly come across Elodie, a beautiful young woman who has the two dominants wrapped around her finger in an instant. But will Elodie be able to deal with their demands as well as their dark past. #1 in Polyamory 1st June 2021 - 29sept'21 #1 in heartbreak 5th sept 2021 #1 in bdsmrelationship 29 sept 2021 #1 in cute 29 sept 2021