"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

In the shadowed heart of 17th-century France, where superstition bleeds into reality, Elara Vane's silver eyes mark her as an outcast. Orphaned and apprenticed to a village apothecary, she clings to a fragile normalcy. But when ancient seals shatter, unleashing horrors born of the Seven Deadly Sins, Elara inherits a terrifying legacy from her grandmother: she is the last Keeper. A cryptic journal reveals the truth - the night-stalkers terrorizing the countryside are cursed nobles, monstrous embodiments of Pride, Greed, Lust, and more. Only Elara, bound by her bloodline, can seal them away again. But the key lies in their Icons: shattered relics tied to their human downfall. Driven by duty and hunted by beasts who recognize her lineage, Elara embarks on a perilous quest across a plague-ravaged Europe. With Gabriel, a cynical ex-soldier scarred by his encounter with Wrath, she navigates decaying châteaus, toxic swamps, and forgotten crypts. She must outwit a dragon hoarding gold, resist a siren's deadly allure, and face the bloated horror of Gluttony. Each Icon claimed reveals a fragment of the beasts' tragic past-and a chilling connection to her blood. As the final confrontation looms at the sacred ruins where the curse began, Elara discovers the Keeper's terrible price. Victory demands more than courage; it requires an eternal sacrifice. Can she pay the cost to bind the Sins and save a world that fears her, even if it means becoming a silent guardian, forever watching from the twilight realm? A haunting tale of cursed blood, monstrous sins, and the eternal vigil of the silver-eyed girl.

__𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏__ ✦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✦ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔. Sophia was naive, ordinary, a village girl with a simple dream-to see the king's palace. One day, curiosity woke her. Innocent, childish, she walked into the grand halls... unaware she had just caught the eye of the ruthless king. From that moment, she would no longer be just a girl-she would become HIS OBSESSION. King Adrian sat on his throne, dark and terrifying. The hall trembled; heads bowed, no one dared meet his eyes. Then the gates opened. Guards dragged a small, trembling girl to his feet. "Your Majesty... we found her roaming the palace," they said. Thrown to the floor, Sophia looked up at king, voice shaking. "I... I just wanted to see the palace..." Everyone flinched at his gaze-but she dared to meet the king's eyes. And in that moment... she became his obsession. Top Ranks ❤️ 30 March 2026 #1 captivity #1 naivegirl #1 ruthlessking #1 Dark All in first rank ❤️ 🥺 #2 manipulation #2 childish #4 dangerouslove #4. #forcedproximity

Three months of unpaid rent. A routine eviction. That was supposed to be the extent of Officer Asher Gray's Tuesday morning. But when he forced his way into the dilapidated apartment, he didn't find a deadbeat tenant. He found a nightmare. Hidden behind a door was Aria-broken, bound, and trembling under the psychological ghost of a man who called himself "Matthew." For three years, she lived in a hell of Logan's making, a world where her body was currency and her voice was a liability. Now that Logan has vanished into the shadows, Aria is physically free, but her mind remains a prisoner. She is a ghost in a hospital gown, refusing to utter a single word to the doctors, the counselors, or the world that failed her. The only person she doesn't shrink away from is Asher. He's the one who cut the ropes; he's the one who stood between her and the darkness. When the Chief realizes that Asher is the only anchor keeping Aria from drifting away entirely, he makes an unorthodox-and dangerous-request: Asher needs to take her in. Asher Gray is a man of protocols and boundaries, and bringing a traumatized witness into his home breaks every one of them. He's annoyed, overwhelmed, and certain he's the wrong man for the job. But as the days turn into weeks, the silence in his house begins to change. Through the flicker of her hands and the tentative trust in her eyes, Aria starts to emerge from the wreckage. Asher intended to just keep her safe until the trial, but he soon realizes that the closer she gets to healing, the harder it becomes to imagine his life without her quiet presence. In the process of saving Aria, Asher might just find that he was the one who was truly lost. #1 lovestory

She was invisible. Until he saw her. Lena has spent her whole life disappearing. Into the shadows of a home that never felt safe. Into the silence of a mother who never looked at her. Into the cracks of a world that forgot she existed. There are monsters in this city. Volkov is the worst of them. He took her from a life of pain. Now she's in his mansion. His clothes. His bed. He calls her little one. His hands don't ask permission. His lips find places no one has ever touched. She should be terrified. But when he looks at her like he wants to consume her - she stops wanting to leave. He wants to own her. She's starting to want that too. But can she trust a man who takes everything he wants?

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.