The Queen's Scalpel Dr. Amara Queen has spent her entire life being underestimated. A child prodigy who graduated college at thirteen and became one of the youngest surgeons in history, Amara has dedicated her life to saving others. At twenty-five, she's opening her own state-of-the-art clinic, determined to build a medical empire on her own terms. To the public, she's brilliant. To her patients, she's compassionate. To the people she loves, she's fiercely loyal. To everyone else? She's cold, calculating, and impossible to read. When a wounded man is rushed into her clinic at two-thirty in the morning, Amara expects another emergency surgery. Instead, she comes face-to-face with Lorenzo Vitale. At twenty-eight, Lorenzo is the newly crowned head of the notorious Vitale crime family. Tall, tattooed, devastatingly handsome, and feared throughout the state, he's spent the last two years expanding his family's criminal empire after his father's untimely death. Most people fear Lorenzo. Lorenzo quickly learns he should fear Amara. What begins as a late-night surgery turns into an unexpected partnership when Lorenzo offers to secretly finance her growing clinic. Beneath the polished halls of Queen Medical Center, a hidden underground hospital is built-one designed for patients who can never appear on official records. As rival families close in, corrupt politicians pick sides, and law enforcement begins connecting dangerous dots, Amara finds herself pulled deeper into Lorenzo's world. And to everyone's surprise-including their own-they discover they're perfect for each other. She's the scalpel. He's the sword. Together, they're unstoppable. But power comes with a price, and as their empires grow, so do the enemies determined to tear them apart. Because when a queen falls in love with a king... The entire kingdom bleeds. A dark mafia romance 😈

1st In #dark 2026 May 26 "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" I spun around and ran the other direction-straight into Soren, who caught me around the waist with a laugh. "Gotcha, marshmallow." "Let GO-" He spun us, and suddenly I was facing the opposite direction, and Riven was there, and they were on either side of me, and I could feel the heat radiating off both of them like a wall. "This way," Riven said softly, his hand finding the small of my back and guiding me forward. Not grabbing. Not forcing. Just... directing. Like I didn't have a choice. Because I didn't. They herded me through the mansion like sheepdogs with a wayward lamb-Soren on my left, Riven on my right, their hands barely touching me but their presence inescapable. Every time I tried to veer off course, they closed the gap, subtle and seamless, until we reached the one room I'd been hoping to avoid. Ezren's study. The door was already open. Warm light spilled out into the dark hallway, and inside, Ezren sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled, his gray eyes watching me with the kind of patience that was far more terrifying than anger. Kael stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Sit her down," Ezren said quietly. They did. Soren guided me into the leather chair across from Ezren's desk, and Riven moved to stand behind it, his hands resting on the back of the chair-on either side of my head, caging me without touching. I was surrounded. "Now," Ezren said, his voice calm and measured. "Would you like to explain why you're communicating with a boy we explicitly told you to stay away from? Or should I just check your phone myself?" "It's none of your business who I text-" "It is literally our business." He leaned forward. "You are our business, Lavana. Every person you talk to. Every place you go. Every breath you take. That is not up for debate." "That's psychotic!" "That's protection." "That's obsession."

Originally "My girl." NOT EDITED⚠️ "You love hugs Don't you?" "Only yours." - "You know, if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked, princess." he said seductively in my ear, his hand rubbing up and down my waist. - He slowly lifts his gaze to look at me. "You're scared, aren't you." - "Ava, my dick is rock hard and we're going to the fucking pool, it's taking my all to not take you right here in this fucking elevator." He grumbled causing my eyes to trail down to see it. - She was like a ray of sunshine. He was the devil. Join Ava and Kai on a journey of love, redemption, and the power of finding light in the darkest of places. You know what they say... opposites attract;) _______ Read to find out ;) ⚠️P.s... the ending to this book is SAD, read at your own discretion...Enjoy! ⚠️ ©️2023

Some people spend their whole lives looking for love. They found it in the same place they found home. What started as a friendship turned into stolen glances, secret feelings, and a love neither of them expected. Then one chaotic, loud-mouthed best friend somehow became part of the picture, too. Now they're building a life together, proving that sometimes love doesn't come in twos. Sometimes it comes in threes. Three hearts. One home.

Theodore Vales 🌸 Do you really hate each other? Because I don't think you do. I've seen hatred before. It is clean. Sharp. Cold. What you two have is anything but. It is fire, restless and consuming. It is tension so thick the air trembles when you walk into the same room. It is silence heavy with everything unsaid, every word buried because neither of you knows how to bleed without drawing blood. And yet-when you reach for me, both of you, your hands brush too close. Your eyes flicker not just to me but to each other, even if only for a second. You think I don't notice, but I do. I notice the longing beneath the fury, the way your anger is only the shadow of something deeper. You both want me. And I-I want you both. But maybe it was never only about me. Maybe it has always been about 'us'. Three. A number most would call too much. Too messy. Too impossible. And yet, in the way you breathe, in the way you break, in the way you burn-I see it. Three is the only way this story could ever be told. So I'll ask again. Do you really hate each other? Or is hate just another word for everything you're too afraid to confess? A story of rivals, longing, and the kind of love that breaks all rules. 🌸🌸🌸☁☁☁🌸🌸🌸 ⚠️ Viewer's Discretion is Advised ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences. Trigger / Content Warnings: Explicit romance & intimacy❤‍🔥 Polyamory / Throuple dynamics (M×M×M) Jealousy, possessiveness, and intense emotional conflict Mafia elements (power dynamics, violence references) Strong language & sarcasm galore Emotional angst, heartbreak, healing Aftercare, vulnerability, messy love Read at your own risk 💫 #ThroupleRomanceNovel #MxMxM #SoulmateAU #IntenseRomance #ChaoticLoveTriangle #Polyamory #AngstAndAftercare #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurnButSpicy #QueerRomance #DarkRomanceVibes

BOOK 1 OF THE DE'MARCO SERIES. This book is a part of a series, but can be read as a standalone. *********** Your typical Mafia romance story. Alaia is a sweet gentle girl, treated like a princess loved by many. Aless is anything but gentle, follow them as they figure out a relationship that works for them. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• All pictures used in the book are from pinterest. I do not take credit for any of them. PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING ANY OF MY BOOKS. ******** PICCOLO BAMBINO INGENUO LITTLE NAIVE BABY ♡ ************ hiii, im zara and this is my first time writing eva! Im just doing this for fun, wattpad is my safe place and I have SO many comfort reads on here and i wanted to write my own and see where it goes. Please don't expect this to be a great story with professional writing, im just doing this for fun, so dont wanna disappoint anyone. The story itself will be pretty cliche, i intend on making it very fantasy based while still making sense. I come on wattpad to escape reality and thats what i hope to channel into this book. ●●●●●●● WARNING ⚠ PLEASE READ The book DOES NOT HAVE any smut. It is marked mature because of language. The book may have themes where the female lead acts childish, and the male lead is quite fond of said attitude so please dont read if that bothers you. Its slight reference to ddlg, please dont read if that makes you uncomfortable. ●●●●●●● Since this is my first book i may keep it light on the conflicts and such for now. Okay Thankyewww fo reading byee. <3 The book is being edited currently

"Hey, can you hear me? Say something, at least." Nikolaos Mutas is an aspiring photographer, going against his parents wishes of him being an accountant and living in a mediocre cottage at the edge of the city. Despite his family complications, he could travel the world whenever he wanted and lived quietly, wishing for loneliness after his girlfriend of five years ended their relationship. The young woman appeared beside him at night one day, causing his desires to turn upside down. She had no name, could barely say a coherent sentence, and struggled to walk on her own two feet. He chose to take care of her, having nothing else to do, and promised to bring her home, no matter how far away it may be.

(Book Two) [MxMxM] Oliver moves to Spain to be with his best friend. While there he catches the eye of his best friend's husband younger brother -who is already in a relationship-. He thinks rejecting him would be easy, but the younger man isn't ready to let his new obsession go. If he thinks having a drug lord being obsessed with him is bad, what will happen if the man's assassin boyfriend also finds an interest in him.

Imani is a quiet, reserved Jamaican-Caribbean nurse working in labor and delivery. She keeps to herself, moves with calm precision, and rarely lets people in-but beneath her silence is a deeply genuine and caring soul. Deion is a dominant, no-nonsense police officer with a ruthless edge and a life built on control. The only soft spot in his world is his three-year-old daughter, Nova, who brings out a side of him few ever see. When their paths cross in the middle of a high-pressure day, neither of them expects much. But something about the encounter lingers longer than it should-and neither can quite walk away from it.

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow-he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled