By Kiki .L She met him before she even knew his name. It was supposed to be just another night-scrubbing tables, dodging sleazy comments, and surviving the greasy hellhole she worked at to pay for law school. But when she approached the table of seven silent men, cloaked in wealth and something far colder, she felt it-that shift in the air, like a predator had just gone still. "We're closing in 34 minutes," she snapped, exhausted and done pretending. One of them stared. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. Just watched her like he could tear her apart and piece her back together in ways she'd never recover from. Mikhail Volkov hadn't spoken since he was a child. He didn't need to. His silence was legendary. His cruelty, worse. He ruled from the shadows-Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva, a ghost draped in blood and billions, with an empire stretching from Moscow to New York and Boston bowing at his feet. No one dared cross him. No one walked away after seeing him for who he really was. But she did. She saw something she wasn't meant to. A gun. A body. And him-eyes dead, jaw clenched, waiting. She ran. He followed. And from that night on, her life was no longer her own. PG16 | Dark Romance | Bratva Mafia | Billionaire x Law Student | Obsession | Possession | Violence | Power | Mystery | South African Heroine | Psychological Tension | Silent Alpha | Trigger Warnings Apply First BOOK OF THE : HIS SERIES

Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

The gorgeous and sweet, Asha Reynolds, just wants a happy and fun life with no drama, heartache, or pain. Which is hard to avoid when that's all life seems to give her. Soon, her troubles become too real when she's wanted by the highly feared and powerful Stone Murello... who has some secrets of his own.

Serena bartends. She doesn't drink, not anymore. Serena bartends so she doesn't drink but after seeing an old acquaintance with sad eyes and out-of-this-world muscles, Serena bartends to see him. Grayson is a firefighter going through a divorce so, he drinks. Grayson drinks so he doesn't think about his shitty wife but when he sees an old acquaintance with dark curls and a friendly smile, Grayson drinks to see her. - Slow burn smut farther into book. !!TW: S/A, child S/A, abuse, addiction, m*rder!! !!There will be the same trigger warning in the beginning of the chapter!! #1 in bwwm #3 in AdultLanguge #84 in Romance #1 in AdultFiction #2 in slowburn #1 Slightsmut #1 i adultlanguage

Ivy's extremely gifted in school and cheer, she plays the role of the picture perfect girl trying to reconstruct herself after what happened to her sister and only has one goal for herself. Alex lives the playboy lifestyle planning to never settle, along with being a gifted football player at that. But with the lifestyle his father forces on him and his unsteady track record this fall to shambles. They never got along from the jump but a movie classic kinda encounter forces them together causing them to make bad decisions making them come to new realizations, giving them new challenges, and changing their lives, but for better or for worse is the question. Rankings 6/22/22- #1 in interacial 6/20/22- #1 in enimiestolovers 6/21/22- #3 in bwwm Started: April 3rd Finish: july 26th

*Mature BWWM* Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, and she's arranged to marry him. Of course, her feelings towards him have never changed, only matured and proceed with caution. But is she ready to take on the big brute who won't confess any feelings at all and forget about the reason for the marriage in the first place? *Preview* "I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro." He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair. "Stop fucking laughing." I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro." I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop. "Strip." I stop laughing. "Excuse me?" Nikolai sneers. "I said strip." I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear-" Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt. ~~~~~~~~ *33 chapters- three extra chapters I promise you the story is better than this lame excuse for a blurb. Cover by: @meha-k Whole story word count: 52,472 *EDITED TO A READABLE STATE 😉 (feel free to comment about the French and Russian mistakes I made. I know GT isn't reliable sometimes) 🔥 is the mature chapters 🥇 #2 in funnymomments 100k Reads on 7/16/22 150ᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏɴ 7/25/22 200k Reads on 8/6/22 250k Reads on 8/25/22 300k Reads on 10/2/22 400k reads on 12/17/22 500k reads on 3/24/23