"P-please. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me." I begged him, wrapping my arms around myself, as though that would keep me from completely falling apart. "I'm not going to hurt you princess." He told me comfortingly. His hand raised to my face and his fingers ghosted over the cut from uncle's ring. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. My name is Lorenzo Conti. Will you tell me your name?" Nora Phillips didn't think she would ever escape her uncle's grasp. Little did she know knights in shining armor could come in the form of mafia bosses. As soon as Lorenzo saw her, he knew he had to save her, but can he protect her from everything? Can he be her protettore? Rated M for language and violence. REVISIONS AND EPILOGUE HAVE BEEN POSTED!

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

Where a dangerous mafia boss falls deeply in love with a sweet, innocent, young girl.

Demetria Viitor is a witch, a half human-half fae hybrid. She was also a healer and slave to the Ura clan. Until the Northern fae attacked and everything changed. Ericson Dragoste, general of the Northern fae, couldn't care less about his fated mate. Until he met her. Cover design by dancingpandapall

In a world where fear reigned, there was a king no one dared to defy. He was known by many names-The Cursed King, The Blood Monarch, The Devil in Flesh. No one spoke his true name unless they wished to die a brutal death. He ruled not just a kingdom, but the entire world. With powers no human could comprehend, he bent the laws of life and death to his will. Immortal. Unstoppable. Cruel. It was said that meeting his gaze meant courting death. His orders were absolute-disobedience was a crime punishable by unimaginable agony. He showed no mercy. No kindness. No love. Until her. The day he saw her, everything changed. A girl with haunted eyes and trembling hands-a girl who had known nothing but pain. She did not speak, did not fight. She bowed her head like everyone else, afraid of what he might do. But something in her cracked the unyielding armor of the most merciless king to ever live. Without a second thought, he pointed to her and spoke a command that would bind her to him forever. "Marry her." No one dared question him. Not even her. Because she knew refusing him meant death. But there was one truth the king did not care about-only the woman who became his wife had the power to kill him. And yet, he still chose her. Reached # 1 in fatedlove #1 in magic and mystery And the girl who had spent her life craving love... found it in the most dangerous man alive.

--- "In a world ruled by blood and power, her smile was the only light he couldn't resist." Jeon Jungkook, 26 - Ruthless, feared by all, the mafia king whose name alone makes grown men tremble. Saira, 19 - innocent, soft, kind, and stubborn. A schoolgirl who unknowingly walked straight into his dark world - and captured his heart from the very first moment. What happens when innocence collides with obsession? "You're mine, whether you want it or not." "I'll never love a criminal like you." ---

In a world ruled by blood, power, and fear... she was the softest thing to ever exist. He was a man people whispered about in fear. A Russian mafia king, a ruthless businessman, a man whose name alone could make grown men tremble. Love? He didn't believe in it. Until one random afternoon in India, when a small accident changed everything. A crash. A crowd gathering. A furious best friend yelling at his driver. And then... her. Standing quietly behind the chaos. Soft eyes. Tiny pout. Cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment. The most adorably beautiful creature he had ever seen. For the first time in his life... Nikolai Volkov felt something dangerous. Not anger. Not power. Obsession. Because the moment he saw her, he knew one terrifying truth. She was too soft for this world. And now that he had seen her... He would never let her go. Even if it meant dragging her into the dark empire he ruled with his three equally dangerous brothers. After all- Sunshine was never meant to wander into a storm. And Nikolai Volkov? He was the storm.

He's been waiting five centuries for a mate. She's spent three centuries convinced she's the only one of her kind. Khalan is the apex of Lycan evolution and he's done with destiny. After five hundred years he's been waiting for the moon goddess to lift her curse. This year's Blood Moon Ball is his final act of defiance. He's closing the door on legend and moving on without a Queen. Avery is a ghost in the high-end art world. A world-renowned anonymous artist, she has spent three hundred years hiding her immortality after a horrific accident claimed her family. She has no idea she was adopted, or that she's a Lycan. She just knows she doesn't age, she doesn't die, and she's utterly alone. But when an invitation arrives bearing a crest Avery hasn't seen in a century, her solitude shatters. Desperate for answers, she steps out of the shadows and into the spotlight. She isn't looking for a fated mate, she's looking for her own kind. The Alpha is ready to give up. The Artist is just arriving. And the Moon Goddess is finally done playing games.

"A innocent young girl, untouched by the cruel world, lives a simple life in a small town. Everything changes when a dangerous mafia boss moves into her neighborhood. His powerful presence darkens her doorstep, and soon she finds herself entangled in his dangerous world, becoming his forbidden obsession. She was the sunlight that pierced through the cracks of his dark, violent world-a pure, innocent girl who knew nothing of his bloody reign. Her laughter was a melody he had never heard before, her smile a sight he couldn't turn away from. She was everything he never knew he craved. Yet, he was her darkest nightmare personified - a criminal mastermind with a heart colder than the graves he'd filled. His dangerous allure drew her in like a moth to a flame, while his violent reputation whispered fears into her vulnerable soul. Their worlds should have never met until..."

Anneliese is an empathetic, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a safe place to express herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He is direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off and lies can only last so long. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).