A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir? What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment? They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other. ••• "So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it. "Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride. "Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine." "Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once. She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want." I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want." She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you." ••• "You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss." ••• SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!

After her step-father's death, Sage Carter is forced to return back to her home town- and into the cold halls of Ambrosia Academy. A school where privilege hides rot and her past still haunts her. Especially, Nikolai Parker. Now darker, crueller and obsessed with breaking what's left of her. But Sage didn't survive this long to shatter quietly. Not this time. -°. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘-𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .°- 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 ~

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

❛She stared at him wordlessly, but he noticed the way she was fixated on his lips before flickering to connect their gazes, a spark of heat blooming deep in his abdomen that had him licking his lips, thoughts filled with scenarios where either one of them would make the first move, but the ending was just the same - he'd finally be able to taste the enticement that was Aurora Capulet.❜ • ― WHERE the dance of the devil had never been so sweet, and the touch of the angel had never been so poisonous. Aurora Capulet tries to discover the truth in the midst of her struggles, and the return of her greatest nightmare threatens to ruin her life once again, but this time, Rafe Cameron will sacrifice heaven and hell to save her. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗*𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙮𝙨***𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨**𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 *𝙨𝙚, 𝙨*𝙡𝙛 𝙝*𝙧𝙢 ) ©-moncher

Marcello groaned, his voice taut with urgency as his fingers brushed close, igniting a fire beneath her skin. "Show me you're mine." Aiko smirked, defiance flashing in her eyes. "Make me." **Aiko Monroe**, a sheltered 19 year-old in a dangerous dystopian society has lived a life of love and protection, thanks to her devoted homeschooling parents. They tried to shield her from the dangers of the outside world, including the notorious blood traders - vampire scavengers who seek to capture humans for the illicit slave market. However, their efforts prove futile when a sudden, unexpected raid for adult human females disrupts their peaceful town of Rivermoor. Aiko's sheltered life is shattered as she is discovered and taken, thrust into a world where survival hinges on her wits and resilience. **Marcello Vespera** is the youngest vampire king to exist. Unlike the ancient vampires of his kind, he possesses an extraordinary power and dominance that commands respect across his vast nation. Whispers echo through the halls of his kingdom, for the only thing he lacks is his fated mate-a bond that is essential for a vampire king. As he grapples with the weight of his crown, he must navigate the treacherous landscape of vampire politics while confronting any forces that threaten his reign. As Marcello and Aiko's paths intertwine, both must confront their fates and the looming threats that could alter the course of their lives forever. With Marcello's dominant nature at odds with Aiko's resilience, their relationship becomes a complex dance of power and vulnerability, challenging their beliefs about love and loyalty in a world filled with darkness. Rankings So Far: #1 in humanxvampire #12 in slavetrade

Victoria Hughes has a hard time trusting people. What happens when she accidentally hooks up with the fire chief... She doesn't want anything more, but he wants her and all her trauma. Vickley Fanfiction ‼️ DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOTHING LIKE THE ORIGINAL. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS‼️

One-shots of VICLEY (Victoria Hughes & Lucas Ripley) of Station 19. Some with children, some with angst...mostly HAPPY Vicley.

Jordan, the well-known painter, had always desired to have children. What happens when she encounters a set of twins that completely change her life? Giovanni Milani, the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. What happens when Jordan and Giovanni find out that they're connected in the most unexpected ways. As they say, there's a reason for everything that happens.

Jaysa Daniels never meant to fall for anyone-especially not the brooding, middle-aged mechanic who walked into her life with quiet eyes and calloused hands. Shy but full of spark, Jaysa's been holding herself together through trauma, trust issues, and a past that never gave her softness. She's never been someone's priority. Never been someone's choice. Malcolm Wolfe wasn't lookin' for anything permanent-not after a bitter divorce, a lost child, and a life spent drownin' in silence. But from the moment he lays eyes on the plus-size Southern girl with the nervous laugh and deep eyes, somethin' inside him shifts. And once he touches her? He can't let go. Their love isn't sweet-it's obsessive, raw, and full of broken edges. Power imbalances, past pain, emotional manipulation, and dark kinks threaten to unravel them. But underneath it all is something steady. Something dangerous. Something that might finally bring them both peace-or completely destroy them. Because Malcolm doesn't just want Jaysa's heart. He wants her mind, her body, and the baby she swore she'd never carry for a man again. And Jaysa? She just might let him break her-if it means being loved the way she's always dreamed.