Ryker rules the underworld with brutal violence - feared by all, controlled by none. When his family falls, he's forced into the daylight to save their empire. Cyra is the calm in his storm - a fierce, perfect woman who breaks his walls and feeds his darkest need. In a world of gunfire and power, only her milk can tame the monster. It's not your ordinary love story baby It's GUNFIRE & GOLDEN MILK

"Please... I wasn't informed of this," she pleaded, voice cracking. "I can't do it, sir. You're married... and... and... oh God, please, just let me go. I promise I'll return everything the company gave me, the apartment, the car, all of it...and I'll move away from this city if I have to." Tears welled up now, threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. * When twenty-year-old aspiring model Leanne signs with an elite agency, she believes her dreams have finally come true. But the price of fame is far darker than she imagined. Leanne is pulled into a world of luxury, power, and raw possession. What begins as coercion slowly twists into something far more dangerous: addictive pleasure and dark obsession. Innocence becoming a luxury she can no longer afford. In his hands, she is no longer the hunter of her dreams... she is simply **The Prey**.

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.

IRIS is a heartfelt, drama-filled story of love, betrayal, and second chances.When Iris marries Aziel, she never imagined raising their child alone while battling the venom of his mother and lies from his supposed lover. But Iris is no victim-she's a storm with quiet strength.

An impossible debt. A dangerous offer. A love that could ruin or redeem them. For her entire life, Amara Johnson has lived in a bubble. Sheltered and coddled by her loving but average family, her world is small, safe, and predictable. That all shatters when she follows her brother to Tokyo for a fresh start. But her brother's secret gambling habit plunges them into a nightmare. He didn't just borrow money-he borrowed from Kenzo Sato, the most feared and powerful Oyabun of the Yakuza in Japan. Now, to protect her brother's life, Amara must leave her quiet job at the bank and work off his massive debt in Kenzo's front: an exclusive, members-only cafe in the heart of Shinjuku. She's out of place, naive, and terrified. And she's utterly captivating to him. Kenzo Sato is a vision of controlled chaos-sharp suits over intricate tattoos, a piercing gaze that sees everything, and a billionaire empire built on power and respect. He is everything her sheltered life taught her to fear. To Amara, he's utterly terrifying. To Kenzo, she's an exotic breath of fresh air-a innocence he never knew he craved. He makes her a new offer: become his exclusively. His companion. His obsession. In return, her brother's debt vanishes and she will want for nothing. It's a gilded cage that promises to lift her from poverty and change her life forever. Caught between fear and a fierce, unexpected attraction, Amara must navigate a world of danger, luxury, and dark desire. Can her sheltered heart survive the ruthless world of the Yakuza? Or will the man who owns her debt also claim her heart?

In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Married to brilliant surgeon Ciaran Wilson, the man who once stood in pouring rain just to drive her home, Leah spends her nights with cold dinners and broken promises while he saves lives at the hospital. Leah faces a heartbreaking question: how long can Madame keep waiting for a husband who no longer chooses her?

Niomi Dave fell in love with a man she wasn't supposed to fall for, Aruk McShel. They had both only agreed on being bed partners with her holding the tittle of ' the other woman' for Aruk was deep in love with another and she had accepted. But choices had consequences.

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.