HEA ✔ no OWD/cheating 7 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 7 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 7 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨' 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘼𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. He's the boss of the Russian Bratva seeking a glorified retribution for his father and Bratva. Her past belongs to the Italians whom she worked for and held a high position. But now she's a regular Cambridge graduate of medical school ready to play in the field... but maybe a similar field to his. A doctor is just what he's searching for. And there's an undeniable connection from the moment he set eyes on her. Despite her past being erased from existence completely, there's a trail of blood behind her with every step she takes. And people are noticing. The truth may shatter his illusion of her. It'll shatter him even more. But it's okay, as long as she can heal him. Rankings it has got: #3 fiction- 20/05/23 #25 money #133 secrets #93 mentalhealth #45 mobboss #17 lovers Copyright © 2022 by euphoric

𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊. 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 One of the most feared and deadly syndicates in all of Italy. Whispers of their names alone sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest criminals. But among them all, none cast a longer shadow than 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐀-the leader, the weapon, the son of the oldest Russo, and the most brutal soul in the underworld. He wasn't a monster carved from myth. He was worse-human. A man built like a god, carved by rage, and cursed with eyes like the original Gorgon. They didn't turn people to stone anymore... but they froze them just the same. An arms trafficker. A tactician. A tyrant. Medusa wasn't born from the Echoes of Olympus-he forged them with blood and fire. But he wasn't the only myth walking in flesh. She had spent a year running from her past, a year choosing every day not to end it all with a blade across her veins. She could have vanished. But instead, she reached out with bloodstained hands-back into the shadows where it all began. Her name was spoken in the underground like a curse. 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄-the black-haired goddess. Unpredictable. Unyielding. A tormentor of tormentors. And a woman with nothing left to lose. Now, both rulers of the dark are forced into a fragile alliance-two myths wrapped in flesh, carrying fire and fury in their veins. And they just happen to share the same enemy. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Strong langue - Sexual content - Violence

!WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ---- There is this saying, or quote or whatever you want to call it, about love. "He set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her" I always thought that that was the only way to love. That that was what love was supposed to be like. Protected and warm. Let me just say, that quote is total bullshit. Love with him isn't like that at all. It's the complete opposite. He would set fire to everything, burn down all he has, including me. As long as I was in his arms at night. As long as I slept in his bed. The only thing that mattered to him, is that I was his, no matter how many times he hurt me. On purpose or by accident. It didn't matter. Because he would heal me. He was my healer. He was the only one who could heal the burns he made on my skin, because it was him. So yes, he set fire to the world around him, but he would let it consume me, only to save me just before I die and heal me the way only he could. ------- Cataleya Valentina Velez - A girl everyone seems to fall for, but all she's focused on is her study. What happens when she and her friend, Neveah Aurora North, end up in some trouble. Not just any trouble. Trouble with the Curzio's. ------- A lot of POVs between the girls! If you don't like stories with different POVs, then this story is not for you!

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Azrael Bellum, a soul with a mother whose soul is slipping through her fingers. She's a good daughter, has raised her little brother and does as much as she can to balance everything in her life. Hades, God of the underworld, collector and protector of souls. Cold to the touch sometimes but warm once you feel his embrace. ---- "The only way you can avoid me taking your mother is if you can give me another soul," I told as my right index finger traced her jawline until I pushed up her chin so her blue orbs met mine "make me an offer I can't refuse. Make a deal with the devil, darling." Tears streamed down her face "I'll give you whatever you want, you make the terms but don't take my mother."

His body molds into mine perfectly from behind as he grasps my waist with cold hands. "Didn't I tell you who you belonged to?" His husky, dark voice flows through my ears as his hands travel slowly to my hips, leaving a trail of heat along the way. "I belong to no one." My tone wavers unsteadily, and I curse him for having control over me. He chuckles, a lovely sound coming from deep within his chest. Suddenly, our chests are flush against each other with his hand buried in my hair. "Oh, but you do. And intend to show you that." He whispers possessively, his lips crushing mine. ~~ The second book is out now! The Queen of Darkness. Check it out!

In seventeen-year-old Mia's world, Greek Gods have certainly made their presence known. That's right. Zeus, Hera, Poseideon. They were all real. Even more, people have actually seen them, met them, and sometimes, fell in love with them. They were hailed as supernatural beings, ones that were to be worshiped until the end. But to Mia, it was quite the opposite. For starters, she doesn't even think that they're even that powerful. Yeah, sure, there's thousands of stories about them conquering giant beasts and saving cities from devastating monsters, but those could all be made up. So when these gods come after Mia for a prophecy regarding one of the strongest--and most chaotic--of Olympians, you can certainly bet that she was more than shocked. - - - "You will either be his saving grace or his downfall." - - - Highest rankings (2/27/21): ares - #1 apollo - #9 gods - #1 zeus - #1 hades - #2 athena - #2 greece - #1 greekmythology - #1 Oracle - #2

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

[BLOOD AND BOND BOOK #1] 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." [𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐔𝐡. 𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. Isabella Fiore Celano was never treated nicely by the world. She was only 10, when she was sex trafficked by the Russian mafia. Since then, she was known as dead to her family. After 10 years, she is found again by childhood friend and Italian mafia Don, Alessio Giovanni Costello. Alessio takes Isabella under his care as a tribute to his close family friends. Now a mafia Don who has never know gentleness or care must learn to care for a precious girl in need of all those things. Will the sweet precious girl, bring the big bad mafia Don to his knees? Or will they be ripped apart before the chance of love ever exists? Started: October 20, 2021 Finish