Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

Between Us And Sin I broke my vows. He broke the rules. Now, there's no turning back. The night I caught my husband cheating should have destroyed me. Instead, it set me free. A reckless, impulsive decision to drown my pain in whiskey and bad choices led me straight into the arms of a stranger-dark-eyed, wickedly confident, and devastatingly off-limits. I should have walked away. But I didn't. Because the man who pulled me into his bed with rough hands and a sinful mouth? He's not just any man. He's my husband's uncle. Older. Untouchable. Everything I should fear. But when he looks at me like I'm his next mistake, I forget all about the life I built-the one that was never real to begin with. What started as one night spirals into something far more dangerous. He's temptation wrapped in leather and secrets, and the deeper I fall, the harder it is to remember why this is wrong. Because with him, I feel alive. Wanted. Worshipped. But secrets don't stay buried, and when the truth comes out, we'll have to face the one thing we never saw coming. Loving each other wasn't the biggest sin. Getting caught will be.

Rosette, who only intended to help the handsome stranger, was bewildered when he refused to part ways from her. A kind and beautiful witch. And a dashing war knight. Rosette who saved the injured knight, made a deal with him to help her with her daily burden as payment for saving him. She had intended for it to only last for a good four weeks before sending him home. But the more time they spend together, the more Reagan grew clingy and touchy of her. The knight who was feared in the battlefield, took every chance he got and took every time he has to be with her. And when the settled day came, Reagan refused to let go of Rosette. Refusing to leave her side, he made sure to make her his. _______ #1 adult-content (11/1/21) #1 cottagecore (10/19/21) #1 knight (11/13/21) #1 viscount (11/24/21) #1 nobility (12/7/31) #1 knighthood (12/9/21) #1 historical (1/8/22) #3 saviour (2/14/22) #3 fantasy-romance (2/14/22) #4 lovestory (2/10/22) #4 submissive (2/18/22) #6 historicalromance (6/13/22) #10 savior (12/5(21) #10 possessive (2/6/21) #11 witch (2/6/21) #15 love (1/10/22) #15 magic (2/2/22) #33 smutmaybe (12/13/21)

She was never meant to be anything more than a stain on a noble name. A bastard. A scandal. A woman whispered about in drawing rooms and dismissed in polite society. Nalaya Viremont learned early how to make herself smaller. Quieter. Easier to ignore. Because in a world where lineage is everything, she is the mistake no one lets her forget. Unmarried. Unwanted. Nearly a spinster. Until The Ashbourne chooses her for their son. Dr Jude Kane. The Duke of Ashbourne-brilliant, feared, and disturbingly precise. A doctor with a reputation for saving lives as efficiently as he ends conversations. A man so controlled, so calculated, that people question if there's anything human left in him at all. He doesn't court her. He doesn't charm her. He's not even there for their wedding. No love. No softness. Just a contract wrapped in cold authority. And yet... He watches her too closely. Corrects her like she's something to be studied. Protects her like she belongs to him. In a society that already devours her, Nalaya tells herself this is enough. Because love is unreliable. Love abandons. Love is almost nonexistent. But control? Control is safe. Except Jude's version of control doesn't feel safe. It feels consuming. Because the more she tries to remain untouched by him, the more he observes... adjusts... intervenes. And the more dangerous it becomes to ignore the truth: The man who feels nothing is starting to act like she's his. And Nalaya, born of scandal, raised on disdain, may be walking straight into something far more unforgiving than society's cruelty. Something that doesn't just want to control her. Something that might ruin her completely.

*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

Revived and rewritten Captivating Camillo Description: After being caught with a substitute teacher, Rosaleen Martin's brother transfers her to a new academy, throws in a driver to follow her around, and depends the fate of her college years on one deal: one more strike and she's sent to their father in New York. Rose's plan to change her seductive ways become forgotten once her attention lands on Goldenlux Academy's principal: Nikolas Camillo, a man with pretty brown eyes, Portuguese blood, a dazzling smile, and oh, a wedding ring.

Hennesse, who only wanted to live in luxury through swindling and embezzling the unjust wealthy, became greatly troubled when three handsome men suddenly began to cling to her. Elhannes, who would offer her a great amount of golds in exchange for spending every night together. Khairos, who claimed to be the husband that she abandoned. And Devonne, who is desperate to start anew with her. Not knowing what to do with the three stubborn men, Hennesse had no choice but to flee. Refusing to give her up, each of them curried their own plans to conquer her to themselves. __________ #1 adult-content (5/30/22) #1 conman (5/30/22)

"A different woman every single day, and yet you're completely alone," she mused, swirling her drink as she looked him up and down. "No wife. No legacy. Just a revolving door. I can't imagine your mother and father look at what you've become and feel an ounce of pride. Am I right?" She met his eyes, offering a cruel, knowing smile. "Silence. That's what I thought." "Keep my mother and father out of your mouth," he slammed his fist down, his voice dropping to a dangerous, thundering growl. "Don't you dare."