What happens when two people who take care of everyone finally get taken care of? Zara Mitchel talks with her hands, laughs with her whole chest, and walks into a room like she owns the light. She has spent years being the dependable one, the oldest daughter, the problem-solver, the woman everyone calls when something goes wrong. Between building her career in New York's fashion industry and carrying the weight of her family's expectations, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not a charming hockey player with observant eyes and a touch that makes her forget her own rules. Connor Whitfield prefers quiet to crowds and actions to words. As a professional hockey player, he's used to pressure, responsibility, and putting everyone else's needs before his own. Then Zara crashes into his life, all confidence, warmth, and sharp insight, and suddenly she's the only person he can't stop thinking about. They collide by accident and become something neither of them planned and both of them crave. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore what's growing between them. What begins as friendship turns into longing, stolen moments, and a connection neither of them expected; and in the soft glow of New York nights, control slips first... then clothes... then every rule they swore they'd keep. How long can two people who are already acting like they love each other pretend they don't? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

"A knife. A kiss. And a contract neither of them can break." Anna knows three things: NEVER trust a man with a smile that dangerous, never let your guard down in enemy territory, and never-ever-mix business with desire. Rocco Marcello lives to break rules, especially hers. He's the enemy's right hand, the one man standing between her and her mission... and the one who shouldn't be able to get under her skin. But one night changes everything. A deal forces them into each other's shadows, and every glance, every touch, every whispered threat starts blurring the lines between loyalty and temptation. In a world where alliances shift like smoke and one mistake can get you killed, Anna must decide: Will she end him... or let him in? Because in this game, love isn't the risk. It's the weapon. Glimpse- Rocco's eyes lingered on the blade in her hand. "You always greet people like this?" Anna didn't flinch. "Only the ones I might have to kill." He laughed, low and dangerous. "Good to know I'm special." "You're not," she said, slipping the knife back into its sheath. "You're just in my way." He stepped forward until she could feel the heat of him. "And yet... you haven't moved me." Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Not yet."

A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir? What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment? They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other. ••• "So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it. "Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride. "Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine." "Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once. She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want." I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want." She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you." ••• "You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss." ••• SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.

- Sequel to Only on camera - In which, They both question if they will ever find their way back to each other

In Which, Harmony Simmons agrees to a six month contractual Pr stunt with Jude Bellingham.

Sage wasn't your ordinary girl, I'm not even going to lie. Stalking, swooning, and taking pictures were a part of her normal life. When she witnesses the love of her life get mowed down by a car during one of her daily Uh....following routines, her whole world comes crashing down. When he ends up getting amnesia she steps up and becomes the wife he literally never had. Now Mr. and Mrs.Gregorio go through life and try to pick up all the fallen pieces. But when Sage finds out something shocking and he finds out about her web of lies, could he walk away and loose everything and everyone that's new and better to him? Will she walk away and find someone else to love to the point of stalking...or will he always be... Unfortunately Hers.

Camilla Hartley, a disciplined, ambitious law student with no time for distractions, takes on an elite private tutoring job to pay her way through school. Her client? Julian Kingsley-the enigmatic, spoiled heir to a powerful empire, infamous for his charm, apathy, and trail of scandals. What begins as a transactional arrangement quickly spirals into a psychological chess match as Camilla's razor-sharp mind clashes with Julian's dangerous allure. But behind his smirk lies a restless intellect-and behind her composure, a history she refuses to confront. In a world ruled by money, manipulation, and masks, who's really teaching whom?

Sage has worked hard to separate herself from the life she was born into. She tries to keep things as normal as possible. As normal as they can be in the life that she leads. However, all of her hard work gets undone when she falls for the infamous Wes Hartley. Widely loved and feared and part of the scariest family in London. He becomes a door leading back into the life she's trying to escape.