Book 1. Eros; passion, lust and pleasure -- in other words, romantic and passionate love. A passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love. ➼ "You made me feel things I didn't believe in anymore." ~ Amara Torres: the brains behind the Torres mafia, a highly skilled assassin, a model - retired - with a whole new identity which is now in the past. Dominic D'Agostino, a friendly - not so much to Amara who had to go out her way to hunt him down only for him to change her life. The two completely opposite yet so alike, so unsteady about their love. When it seems as if their path to love is starting to clear up, here comes Lorenzo D'Agostino - a whirlwind in their path - the boss of the D'Agostino's, Dominic's older brother. What happens when Amara is met with both brothers who are so polar opposite to one another. One who keeps her calm and grounded and the other erratic and volatile. Now which one does she exactly need in her life? ➼ #1 in mob ~ 18|03|2021 #1 in lovehexagon ~ 6|04|2021 #3 in twinflame ~ 11|04|2021 #3 in lovetriangle ~ 13/11/2021e

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

2:22am. That was the exact time you took your last breath. Your blood dripping from my fingertips, the smell of your Versace cologne wafting in the air and your dull and now lifeless body on our once snow white carpeted floor. I dropped to my knees, my eyes stinging with salty tears as I immediately went to taste your lips for what I refused to believe would be the last time that I would feel you. I gripped your body as tight as I could. Almost as tight as your hands would find their way around my neck most days, cutting off my air supply ever so often, and having my heart skip a beat in my aching chest. I put my ear to your heart, hoping I would hear a faint skip like my own, but I found myself met with the flattest of all tones. Wishing it was me instead of you who was lying there, beautiful and still. I was the one who deserved to die. Not even for what I had done- but for all the things I had thought about doing to you one day, if I had the opportunity. And now, there I was. I hated myself for it. But you had left me no choice. This was the only choice you had ever given me. In 16 years, 192 months, 5844 days, 140160 hours, and 8415360 minutes- this was the first and only time that I could make a decision about how something was going to go, how something was going to play out. How my life was going to be. 2:22. Somehow, I just knew in that moment, I was in the right place at the right time. Dedication goes wholeheartedly to any and all domestic violence victims, especially those closest to me. ❥ ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2022-2026 ...

Kensley wasn't sure what she wanted in life until she met Elijah. Elijah had everything he wanted in life, and then he met Kensley. Despite both their better judgment, a reckless romance ensues, leaving many casualties along the way.