When Iris's father disappeared overnight, he didn't just leave behind his debts-he left her as collateral. Riven Vallar, the cold and brutal heir to the Vallar Mafia Empire, expected revenge, money, blood. Instead, he found a trembling girl with ice-blue eyes and nowhere to go. She became his prisoner. Then, his pawn. Now, she's being forced into marriage to protect a company that was never hers, under a man who treats her like a transaction. She doesn't love him. He doesn't want her. But power demands sacrifice. And she has no choice but to wear his ring.

"You want to run away kitten, tell me you wanted to get away from me " he asked calm in dangerous voice. "N..no P..please l..I am sorry" she begged joining her hands. She was scared seeing his ragefull eyes, she curled and dig her face between in her knees. He grabbed that girl's leg and pulled her towards him. She scream, her eyes widened seeing the hot iron rod in his hand. Her heart trembling. "I will never do this please leave me please forgive me this time..... Ahhhhhhhhh.......

Avery and Malakai Scott are 16 year old twins who have been abused their whole life by their mother and step father. Avery and Kai are barley just surviving, relaying on drugs, self harm, fights and having each other to survive. What happens when one day their whole life turns around. They found out about their mother's lies and that they have family who they never knew about. What happens when Giovanni Moretti finds out he has another son and a daughter who he never knew about. He's 9 sons who now have a another brother and finally a sister. Will the Moretti's give the love and protection that the twins never had growing up, one thing is for sure their lives are about to change forever. But trust isn't easy, and healing even harder. Can broken people build something whole together? And will they survive being part of the Moretti bloodline, or be destroyed by it?

He came from the city. A border patrol captain turned palace guard, hand-picked for his skill and precision. He didn't come looking for trouble, but the moment Maelrik saw Sharhira, the sister of the most feared male on the planet, he knew he would have her. Wanting her was one thing. Claiming her was another. Thraxos would destroy any male who touched her without earning the right. So Maelrik waited. Watched. Worked. Every promotion, every fight won, every hour spent under the sun training , all to prove he was worthy. When he finally earned Thraxos's respect, Maelrik wasted no time spilling his blood in the temple, declaring Sharhira his life partner before the gods. Once she belongs to him, there's no going back. Life partners are forever, and because no one can undo that bond, she is his. To rule, to control, and to keep.

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

"It was you. You ruined my life," she whispered, her voice trembling with pain. "I had to," he replied coldly, a twisted smile curving his lips. "To make you mine, I had no other choice." In a world where trust is fragile and love becomes a weapon, she never imagined that the person she relied on the most would shatter her soul. His obsession destroyed everything she cherished, leaving her trapped in a nightmare she can't escape. But was it truly love-or something far darker? Betrayal. Obsession. Ruin. When the lines between love and possession blur, can she ever reclaim her life-or will she remain a pawn in his deadly game? He broke her world to build his own. But how far will he go to keep her there? Trigger warning : rape , forced love , force pregnancy author note : This story going to be extremely triggering , read on your risk .

In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

Born from rape and the death of her mother, seven-year-old Amara has never known love - only whispers of hate and words no child should hear. Her tiny heart, already fragile, begins to fail her, as the weight of her family's cruelty grows heavier each day. Will her six brothers and extended family see the damage they've done before it's too late - or will silence be the last lullaby Amara ever hears? #1 - neglect - 30th October 2025 #1 - littlesister - 8th November 2025 #1 - heartdisease - 8th November 2025 #1 - olderbrothers - 20th November 2025

That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA #Upcoming Sept 2025