💔 She thought her life was perfect... until she found a single strand of black hair on her husband's jacket. Juliet Voss had it all: a loving husband, two beautiful children, and the kind of life most women only dreamed of. He wasn't rich-but her father gave him a job, a future, a family. And just like that... One hair. One lie. One perfect illusion shattered. If her marriage is built on betrayal, what else is he hiding? What will she do when she learns the truth? 💎 THE BLACK STRAND - A slow-burn domestic suspense about secrets, lies, and the woman who won't stay silent. 👉 Add to your library now. ✅✅New chapter everyday✅✅ By Roniiaa 🩷 2025 Ranking: #1 viralstory #1 Lies #1 cheating #1 newrelease #2 betrayal

Grace Blackwood had never been wanted. Not by her father, who barely looked at her without seeing the daughter he lost. Not by the people who whispered behind her back and blamed her for a death she could never undo. And not by Marco DeLuca who was the only man she had ever loved. For years, she stood by his side and waited for the day he would finally see her. The day he would choose her, want her, love her. But it never came. And when she finally found the courage to lay her heart at his feet, he crushed it without hesitation, leaving the words that shattered whatever was left of her.. "You disgust me." So she let go and buried her love, silenced her heart, and erased him from her life. Marco DeLuca ceased to exist in her world, and she carried on as if he had never mattered. As if she had never spent years loving him. And when she began to feel far from his reach, Marco realizes that he had made the biggest mistake of his life as another man sweeps in and claims the love he once ignored.

Nick Abel, the tattooed police officer, the heartbreaker and the beast. He took me over and ruined me from day one. "You're mine." He'd growl in to my ear. "Now, show me you want me too." I did want him, Even when he was my father's best friend. ______________ He was void of many emotions. Red for anger Red for passion Red for fury Red for possessiveness Red for love. He was only waiting for me to Colour Him Red. In the Eye Of Nick Abel- on RADISH NOW!

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"You insulted my côck, Mia. Yes?" Heat engulfed my body, setting my blood to boil. I'd never been handled so roughly, but it turned me on more than I expected. "Answer me." He commanded softly. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He pulled my hair tighter, "Yes." I moaned. "Oh, you dirty little girl, you like it when I'm rough, yes? La mia innocente." "Yes!." He stepped back, slipped my robe down my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. I was almost fully naked, only the soft cotton material of my bra covering my breast. I wanted him to touch me, so bad that I was almost tempted to beg. Matter of fact, I would, without hesitation if he asked. He unbuckled his belt and slid it tantalizingly slow through the loops of his jeans, taking it off and discarding it somewhere on the floor beside him. "No one insults my côck, bambina. How are you going to apologize?"

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

He looked so innocent reading his book, almost peaceful. I stopped in the frame, admiring his face. His brows were pulled together in a concentrated manner. His jaw was defined, leading up to his musculine body. I couldn't take my eyes from him until I heard a low chuckle. "Won't you come in?", he asked me, his blue eyes lingering on me with an indescribable look. "Eh yeah of course, sorry, I did not want to interrupt you reading.." "You would never interrupt me", he responded without any doubt in his voice. Unable to say anything else I walked towards him, my knees weak, as well as my self control. I took the seat across from him and smiled shyly at him. "So, where do we start Professor?" --------------------------- Liz had believed that this would just be her last semester in college. Nothing extraordinary. But when she met her new handsome professor, she quickly had to realise that staying on the normal path could become more difficult than she had thought. -------------------------- #1 in professor!!

Isabella Stanford never thought that one day she would have the Playboy Billionaire hottie for a guardian but did when her parents died in a tragic accident and left him with that responsibility. Now, ten years later, she discovers that the big crush she had always had for the badboy was still very much alive and he was igniting more than curiosity from her. After the death of his partner, Liam Vergil was shocked to discover that he was granted guardianship for his partner's sole daughter. The last thing he needed was for a child to enter his glamorous life...until he laid his eyes on her and something engraved deep inside him. There was nothing more he wanted than to protect and cherish this young woman.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."