W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

Twenty-one-year-old Rhyon has spent her life hiding a dangerous secret-she's a rare gold werewolf/witch hybrid with powers powerful enough to change the supernatural world. After her parents were supposedly killed protecting her from the cruel and obsessive Alpha Curtis, Rhyon was raised by her aunt and uncle and taught to never let anyone discover who she truly is. Now living in Los Angeles and running her own bookstore/coffee shop with her best friends Mya and Janae, Rhyon wants nothing to do with mates, love, or destiny. But everything changes when Saint Monroe, a powerful alpha and her true mate, walks into her shop. While Rhyon fights the bond at every turn, Saint refuses to give up on her. But as old enemies return and Curtis finally closes in, Rhyon must decide if love is really a weakness-or the key to saving them

Book 1 of the Moretti Chronicles PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The Girl Who Walked Into A Bar" •1st place General Fiction in Star Dazzle Awards •Best Plot Twist in Star Dazzle Awards I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted us. Emilio got up and licked his lips just as the door opened. "Boss we have-" Luca started only to stop midsentence when he saw me sprawled out on the desk naked. "I'm uh, I'm gonna go and let you guys finish up in here" Luca said exiting as quickly as he had entered. Well shit. ... Layla Smith was alone in this world. Her mother died when she was 16 and having no father around, Layla had to drop out of high school to work and take care of herself, since she had no other family left. Now at the age of 21, she was barely making ends meet with her job as a waitress. Emilio Moretti, at the age of 26 was feared by all. He left nothing but chaos and destruction in his wake. He was a very cold and ruthless man, but what else could you expect from the most notorious mafia boss. What happens when Layla witnesses something she shouldn't have? Emilio is now left to choose whether she lives or die. Will she make it out alive or will Emilio succumb to his ruthless nature and do what he does best. Kill. COMPLETED. __________________________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 in gangster- 21/01/22 #1 in illegal- 13/11/20 #1 in hate- 31/12/20 #2 in possessive- 10/11/20 #2 in mature themes- 09/11/20 #2 in bad boy- 27/12/20 #3 in new adult- 09/11/20

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

He's the shy one. She's the quiet one. A late night grocery run turns into a awkward moment. And a stare that says, "Relax. I got you."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⋆ 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚎𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛-𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛. ⋆ ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘦𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⋆ ──── #1 detective 1/1/26 #1 intimacy 2/13/

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?