𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚n𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❝𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤❞ ■𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤#1 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞) ■𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #1 Bwwm #1 Black girl #1 Italian #2 Blackwoman #2 whiteman #2 interracial #4 Mafia

[BEING EDITED] 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐨 is sharp tongued, relentless and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of. When a mission fails, she's left trapped in the hands of a man more dangerous than the ghosts chasing her. And just when the smoke starts to clear she realizes this isn't over. It's only just begun... 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 is cold blooded when necessary, charming when it benefits him and deadly no matter the hour. As the heir to a criminal empire, loyalty is everything. But Royal? She's the first thing in years he can't control. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── Thrown together by a war they didn't start, forced to trust when trust could kill them both, Royal and Nico walk a fine line between power, vulnerability and love. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "You're not supposed to root for them. But you will." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱

"I'm nobody's damsel in distress." - Colette Fontaine She walks with a blade and a laugh, soft lips and sharp intent. Pretty enough to make you look twice. Dangerous enough to make you wish you hadn't.

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

Serena Monroe is one unpaid bill away from losing the only stability she has left. Scholarship student by day, exhausted hustler by night, she's drowning-and her own mother refuses to throw her a lifeline. Enter Dante Bianchi. Golden boy of an Italian dynasty. A man born into luxury, power, and a smile too bright for the shadows Serena lives in. Their worlds were never supposed to touch. But desperation pulls Serena into a deal she doesn't fully understand... and attraction makes it ten times more dangerous. He wants her honesty. She wants her independence. And neither of them is willing to surrender first. Money can buy anything... except the girl who refuses to be bought. And Dante has never wanted anything more.

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?

She just wanted to save her club. He wants to own her.... - Update FRIDAY / SATURDAY / SUNDAY - ✨️summary✨️ When Shakeena discovers that the money to renovate her club belongs to the Dmitriev family, it's too late. Vladimir, ruthless and calculating, demands repayment... with interest. But Shakeena is not one to submit. In a game of manipulation and desire where each confrontation consumes them a little more, she tries to resist this man who is as dangerous as he is fascinating. But can you really resist the Devil without losing a part of yourself?

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. my breath hitched in her throat as he reached for my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin in a possessive grip. His eyes were dark with something primal, and before I could protest, he pulled me toward him. The kiss came with such urgency, a raw, hungry connection. His lips pressed against mines forcefully, as if claiming me for himself. My hands instinctively went to his chest, but Alessandro didn't allow for distance. He deepened the kiss, his grip on my neck tightening slightly, a silent warning. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mines, their breaths heavy and labored. I was dizzy, caught between shock and something else that sent heat rushing through my veins. "You're mine, Zuri," Alessandro murmured, his voice rough, as he stared into my eyes, searching for a response. "Don't forget that." My heart thudded in my chest as I looked up at him, my lips still tingling from his kiss. I hadn't expected this-the possessiveness, the intensity. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this side of him, but I couldn't deny the pull, the way his words had shaken me. Alessandro stepped back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face. "You belong to me," he repeated softly, as if it were an undeniable fact. Zuri stood there, breathless, trying to process everything that had just happened. She wasn't sure if she was ready to fully understand the depths of what Alessandro wanted from her. But one thing was clear-this wasn't going to be a simple work relationship anymore.

~ONGOING~ Rosie Taylor- a 23-year-old model who's been mistreated all her life, from her parents to her husband. Her parents sold her to a mafia boss when she turned 21 to pay off their debts. Leonardo Rossi- a 30-year-old Italian mafia boss who grew up with his mom after his dad was killed when he was only 9. When he turned 18, he took over his dad's Mafia. ~PREVIEW~ Leonardo gets up and walks behind me "Sei carina (You look pretty)", he smirks. "Huh?" I turn around, and he eats the grape out of my hand while smirking. I gasp a little, and I can feel myself starting to blush; he walks away and goes upstairs. I stare at the stairs for a while, contemplating what to do, and then I decide to go upstairs after him. I walk into his office to see him in a white dress shirt; the first few buttons unbuttoned. Rubbing his temples, I walk in, closing the door behind me. He looks up, making eye contact with me. "Come here, Bellissimo" I walk over to him, and he grabs my arm, pulling me onto his lap. "You're driving me fucking crazy, Rosie," I smile. He grabs my chin pulling me close kissing me. I kiss him back, rolling my hips and wrapping my hands around his neck. He kisses my neck. I lean my head back, giving him better access. I moan quietly as he bites and kisses my neck. I feel him growing an erection under me. I'm shocked by his size. He pulls back and smiles, running his hand through my hair. "Oops, I left a mark," he smirks; I gasp, "Leo!!" I run to the mirror in his office looking at my neck.

Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton