Silence and Honey I talked enough for both of us. He listened like he might never let go. Runerth Castellion was the boy with the sharpest eyes and the quietest heart. He didn't talk much-didn't smile much either. But he always showed up. For me. I had known him since we were twelve. Since I decided I was going to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not. I was the chatterbox play school teacher who sings songs about dinosaurs and glue sticks. He was the grumpy heir to a mafia empire no one talks about out loud and a CEO of a heritage company. We were never meant to fit but we did and we did not at the same time. All that until the fate tested us. Tested me. In a world where healing feels impossible, our bond became a refuge, a promise that no matter how dark the night, dawn was waiting. This is a story about the strength found in vulnerability, the power of a patient heart, and the beautiful, messy journey toward a love that saves. Credit to the original owner of picture used in cover. I do not own it. 7 in comfortcharacter on 20th August, 2025.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

18+ 🔥 "Stop fighting," he murmurs, his lips barely grazing mine. "Be a good girl for me." All she wanted was to escape her toxic home life. Instead, she's stolen away in the night by a man as dangerous as he is devastatingly irresistible. ~ Author's Note: This version has been revised to comply with platform guidelines. Content Advisory: This is a dark romance intended for mature readers. It contains graphic and potentially disturbing themes, including kidnapping/captivity, violence, trauma responses, psychological manipulation, coercive dynamics, sexual content, and sexual situations involving lack of consent, pressure, fear, or impaired ability to freely choose. Some scenes may be upsetting or difficult to read. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

Please be aware that this is the first book I've ever written so please be kind. ‼️‼️ Larson🚩🚩 My life is empty, boring, dull, until I meet her. She's mine the moment I see her. My heart, my soul, my obsession. She knows I'm crazy about her, but she doesn't know how far I'll go to make sure she's mine. Forever. Mahara ☀️☀️ He comes into my life smashing down the walls I've built around me. He makes me feel alive, but there's someone out there who doesn't want us together and they'll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. This is meant to be a dark romance and is intended for a mature audience. ⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️ Non/con Birth control non con Murder Talks of cancer ✅ Age Gap M/30 F/18 ✅Stalking ✅OW/OM drama ✅OTT obsessive, possessive, jealous MMC ✅TRIGGERS‼️ ✅ SMUTTY ✅Billionaire MMC/ Poor FMC No CHEATING No Virgin FMC

My husband missed our daughter's birth because he was too busy with work. Story of our lives. And the four other women in his life -- his ex-wife, his PA, his mother and his sister -- all hate me. So, I didn't think he'd care when I served him with divorce papers. Well, that got his attention.

She was a beauty to behold. Never stepping out of house, her grandparents provided everything after her tragic past. But what if her past is catching up to her. Not one, two but three problems chasing her. Will she be able to lead a happy life? On the other side is your typical hotshot billionaire who has the looks, the money, the women, everything. He doesn't take shit from anyone except his loved ones. Will he protect her? Cherish her? See past her beauty and love her for who she was? Join their journey to know about. ****************************************** Very amateur writing and story plot....becoz this is my first time!!

KYLO X READER - Kylo Ren was not the sugar daddy you were expecting. Young, handsome and incredibly wealthy, he was a god in a neatly pressed suit. Though he was charming at times, there was something dark within him, a chilling coldness that haunted his hazel eyes. The line between business and relationship became blurry with every touch and every expensive gift. You felt lucky to have him, and yet you weren't sure how to know it was real. (Cover by asmolguavafruit on Wattpad)

Sophia Marino lived with her aunt in America since she was 7, her mom died when she was still a baby and she would visit her family during holiday. Now twenty four working a boring office job she went clubbing one night to relax and get laid. She got laid, but she also got pregnant by one of the most ruthless men out there, Russian mafia leader Vasily Petrov. She was his the moment he saw her goofing around on the dance floor and brought her to his hotel room, the pregnancy part was just more motivation to get her, not that he would have backed down or needed extra motivation to have her. Like every other mafia man, he got what he wanted no matter what he had to do *Warning - violence, swearing, mature I guess*