He lives by rules. She breaks them just by existing. Atlas "Priest" Adams is the president of the Saints of Retribution MC-a brotherhood of former soldiers who hunt the worst monsters hiding in plain sight. He believes in control, silence, and distance. No titles. No promises. No babies. Attachments get people killed. Dr. Indigo "Blue" Thorne isn't looking for danger. After a brutal night in the ER, she finds solace in a bar-and in a man who promises nothing beyond one night. She agrees to his rules because she doesn't want forever. Neither of them is telling the truth. What starts as a no-strings arrangement turns into something deeper, even as Priest insists Blue is temporary. Then the past comes roaring back. When his brother's widow arrives at the clubhouse pregnant and desperate, Priest's silence and half-truths destroy everything Blue thought she understood. So she disappears. Months later, fate drags them back together in an ER bay-where Priest sees the woman he lost... and the child she's carrying. Now Priest must face the consequences of the rules he hid behind, the words he never said, and the woman he never claimed. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, he'll have to decide whether love is a weakness- -or the one thing worth bleeding for. PRIEST is a dark, emotional MC romance about control, miscommunication, and the cost of loving halfway-featuring a hardened hero, a strong heroine, betrayal, redemption, and a hard-won happily ever after.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

A story where Celeste Moreno ballerina met a boxer, Jace Callahan, a tall, broad-shouldered fighter with rough hands and soft eyes that only melt for her. With a powerful presence and quiet strength, he looks intimidating in the ring but becomes pure warmth when she's in his arms. He's protective, fiercely loyal, and can't keep his hands or eyes off the woman he loves. She's all grace and fire-a stunning ballerina with expressive eyes, delicate features, and a fierce little attitude that keeps him on his toes. She moves like poetry, soft and ethereal on stage, but off it, she's sass and devoted to what she does. A love at first sight story behind this attitude, there was a broken little girl back then that never showed her weakness, abandoned by her parents, raised by her aunt and learned to be independent and conquer herself. If you like how the story's going, leave a comment under the chapter so I'll know your appreciation. Votes and opinions are always welcome.⭐️

Please note I have had to take this story offline except for teasers for intensive edits. It should be available on amazon in June Blurb Born the second twin, Fae was always the shadow-the quiet teacher, the caretaker,,the one who stayed in the shadows and let her siblings shine . When her sister became Luna to a powerful Alpha, she recognised his widowed brother, Blaidd as her own. But he was a man still bound to the memory of his dead mate. For eight long years, she raised his children, kept his home, and did her best to make him see her. But when she discovers the rune carved into his flesh-a witch's mark ensuring she could never bear his child-the truth shatters the last illusion of love. In a public hearing before her Alpha, she asks for what no mated wolf ever has: the right to live her own life. Her courage ripples through the pack, exposing the cracks in every tradition meant to keep her bound. And as she steps beyond her mate's shadow toward a distant land and a craft that calls to her soul, she begins to awaken to the woman she was always meant to be - one carved not from obedience, but from fire, freedom, and forgotten dreams.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

England, 1960. As a closely kept secret threatens to swallow Liv Sutton whole, she finds solace in her best friend, Theo Callaghan, and his rising band. And as the gritty music scene pulls Liv and Theo into smoky clubs, ambition, and tangled dreams, something shifts between them. Friendship with Theo begins falling into something deeper, risking everything they've built together. She's been surviving for years, and falling for her best friend might ruin the only safe thing she has left. (Extended Summary Inside) Updates every Sunday . . . . "You know I sleep better when I'm with you," I whispered, my mind groggy as my muscles finally loosened. "I know," Theo said, his breath hot against my neck. His steady breathing and tight hold were already lulling me to sleep. And I wasn't sure if I dreamed his last words, but it sounded like he whispered, "I sleep better with you, too." . . . . This is a mature story, and as such, there is swearing, shagging, minor drug use, violence, angst, and explicit adult situations (all characters will be over 18). Please note the *trigger warning* for physical abuse in the early chapters. I do promise that happier times follow. . . . . Comments, feedback, and votes are always very much appreciated. I will reply to you as quickly as possible! Thank you so much for reading! xx

[COMPLETED] An Australian family gets stuck in Atlanta after the outbreak of a virus that wakes the dead up. Chloena Simpson, a twenty years old daughter of four siblings loses her family in an attempt to escape a zombie attack in the city. She later finds herself stuck with a group of people who keep her safe and help her find her family members along the way. Chloena falls for Daryl Dixon who at first acts violently towards her, but throughout their journey, they grow closer helping her survive a world ruled by the dead. It's a fanfiction story based on 'The Walking Dead' show, where a group of people from different backgrounds come together as one big family at the end of the world, traveling all across the country on a search for a place to call home. "Maybe we could be the start of something. Be together at the start of time." BOOK 1 Seasons 1-4 Started: 5th May 2020 Ended: 8th July 2020 [Word count: 131,383 words]

Charlotte 'Charlie' Stone has always loved her best friend's brother. When a party gets out of hand, Kellan Palmer is there to help. What happens when a drunken night of sex turns into a baby? What with Kellan think? What will Charlotte do? What will happen?

What do you do when you've hit your breaking point? When you can't breathe a single breath without falling apart? For Lake Monroe, the answer is to start fresh. To leave everyone and everything behind, including her best friend - the man she's been in love with for years. But how will she handle it when he comes back into her life two years later? Will she keep running? Or will she finally face her darkest hours? 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

Growing up with health problems in a normal world is hard, but it's even harder when medicine is lacking and people are pretty much gone. Annora has never found it easy to breathe, but a certain crossbow wielding redneck makes it just that little bit harder.