I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

The black wolf looked towards me after I gasped and his piercing green eyes stared into my bright blue ones. It felt as if time had stopped, and that the only people in the field were him and me. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw him shift back and then whisper, "Mine." ****** Started on 6/22/2016, Completed on 2/22/2017 Highest Rank- #16 in Werewolf on 9/25/2016

"Remember whose she is, don't fall for her or Capo will kill you." She's innocent. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's angelic. But most importantly, she's His. Dove isn't your average 22 year old girl, and neither is the Mafia Boss who cherishes and worships her whole being. She is his most prized possession, and like anything prized it must be protected. What happens when her bodyguard fails to remember whose she is? Highest Rankings: #1 Angel #2 Mafia Princess #2 Black Love | 10/16/24 #2 Clean Romance | 5/03/25 #3 Naive | 09/27/24 #8 Beautiful | 11/03/24 #10 Badboyxgoodgirl | 1/30/25 #11 Billionaire | 1/12/25 #19 Love Triangle

Fifi DeLana is an innocent girl with an overprotective brother and friends. She is beautiful and pure, she's like an angel sent from heaven. Blake King is the opposite. Once he was forced to leave his angel Fifi as a child, he grew up to be merciless and cruel in order to eventually take over as the Mafia Boss. What will happen when Blake moves back into Fifi life years later to claim her? Will Blake destroy her or give her everything she ever wanted?

Nik doesn't know what he's doing with his life. Before his father died, he was all set on becoming a great doctor, like him, but now, he just doesn't know. Dropping out of med school might have been a bad idea. Getting into art school would have give his father an aneurysm. Getting his body covered in tattoo was kind of an overkill. Thing is, Nik doesn't really care anymore. And he should care. He just doesn't know what to care about.

Suddenly, a painful wince left her mouth as she was dropped onto the floor, her skin making contact with the cold floor. Although she avoided eye contact, she could see her backpack being dragged away from her. Tears flowed down her cheeks when she heard the contents rattling down onto the floor. The erotica landed there almost perfectly on display for him. He noticed the book instantly and chuckled, picking it up and analysing it like some sort of piece from a museum. "Honestly, I always knew you were a freak," he said, lowly, stalking towards her. His large hands wrapped around the sides of her waist, lifting her up again as if she weighed no more than a feather. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his torso, the material from her skirt bunching up at her waist. "Always reading those types of books," she could smell his cologne. "Remember when you came up to me, showing me a book where the girl called her boyfriend something when they were fucking, hm?" he asked, and smirked when her body tensed. Alina remembered that day too well for other reasons. That discovery was only the beginning. "Then I said you can call me that, it was only a joke, Lina," she looked up to him innocently when she heard the nickname, "But it became so normal, because you loved calling me that, didn't you?" he whispered into her ear. The girl in his arms didn't dare say a word and because of that, he pushed her further into the wall until her back was completely against the wall. The gap between her and him was also becoming smaller. A little gasp left her lips when she felt him grinding himself on her. She bit her lips, shamelessly enjoying the feeling with the guy she swore to hate, when really, she still loved him. "And what was the word?" he already knew. A blush decorated her face. "D-daddy..." she moaned, barely audible. ・❥・best friends to enemies to lovers ・❥・ ・❥・warning; DDLG, verbal abuse, self-harm, dirty talk, smut ・❥・

◀ Twin brothers. One girl. Lots of obsession ▶ Daryaa - An adopted girl. The day she lost her uncle, her only guardian, she lost her freedom. Now she lives under the control of two men. The Saigal twins. They promised her one thing: Everything will be perfect...the moment she accepts defeat at their hand. Until then? She belongs to them. And they won't stop until she gives in. But Daryaa was a rebel. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ⚠️ Contains mature content ⚠️ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena