18+ MATURED CONTENT! When Sienna discovers she's been promised to the ruthless Mafia Don, Blade Armani, since birth, she's determined to escape the fate forced upon her-even if it means running across borders. But Blade is a man who takes what he wants, by any means necessary. And Sienna is the one thing he craves above all. No matter how far she runs or how well she hides, escape is impossible. Because when Blade wants something, he will always come for it... and for her. Blade may be a cold-hearted monster, the devil himself, but even the devil was once a saint, haunted by a past that carved his heart into ice. Sienna doesn't believe in love, yet she can't ignore the undeniable pull, the magnetic attraction that draws her to Blade. What happens when she falls for him and uncovers the broken man hidden beneath his facade? Will she melt the ice around his heart... or make it colder than ever?

My grief is a lie. His guilt a weapon. And remembering will destroy whoever I used to love. Maybe this was it. Maybe she had already crossed the line between the living and the lost. The thought of reuniting with Alexei, of seeing him again, wherever he was, felt less terrifying than stepping through that door to meet his killer. Death, at least, would have been merciful. Forget everything you think you know about mafia romance. This isn't a story about an innocent girl stumbling into a dangerous world. Claire lived in that world, she just can't remember how... or what it cost her. A love story where the deepest betrayal may be the one you inflict on yourself. Fair warning: this book will break you, reshape you, and leave you desperate for answers you're too afraid to face. ⚠️ Content Disclaimer ⚠️ This work contains mature themes and potentially triggering content, including but not limited to: violence, death, emotional abuse, manipulation, trauma, sexual tension, and morally complex relationships. Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's signed authorization.

"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break. 🎯 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Genre: Romance / Drama / Slow Burn / Hurt-Comfort Age rating: 16+ (emotional abuse themes, mature emotional content)

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

{Unseen Shadows}🌑🖤 --- Last warning, Elara. Safeword now, or. "Please.. "Elara begged him again".. His face darkened, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Too late." He grabbed her hips, lifting her up and positioning himself between her thighs. She tensed, her body bracing.......read more.. The city of Ember Hollow was alive, bustling with secrets that danced through the streets like whispers in the night. Everyone knew who controlled it all-the mafia boss, Kade Alistair. Ruthless, sharp-eyed, and powerful, he ruled the underground with a fist of iron. His name alone made men tremble and women disappear behind closed doors. But to the outside world? Kade was nothing more than a shadow, lurking just behind the veil of ordinary life. Kade had his own rules, his own empire. He didn't care about the outside world of kindness and naivety. All that mattered was power, control, and keeping his enemies in line. A cold-hearted king, untouchable, invincible. On the other side of the city, Elara Blake lived a different kind of life-one filled with light. She moved through the world with soft steps, kind words, and a gentle heart. Elara worked at the local flower shop, her days filled with the sweet scent of roses and the warmth of sunlight filtering through glass windows. She was the kind of girl who smiled at strangers and found joy in the smallest moments, unaware that her peaceful world was built on the foundations of darkness she couldn't see. Ember Hollow was a world divided. Kade's shadows ruled the night, while Elara's kindness bloomed in the daylight. Two worlds, completely separate, completely unaware of the other's existence...

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

KANE RULES THE UNDERWORLD WITH AN IRON FIST AND A LOADED GUN. He expects nothing short of absolute, unquestioned obedience from everyone around him. The only place where his men are free to let loose is at The Playground, a brothel, and showroom run by the devil's own brother, Zion. Growing up in the underworld hardens even the softest of hearts but not Anaïs. Somehow, her sweet nature shines through. When she is snatched from the streets and thrown into The Playground to work off her father's debts, the darkness of the world tries to dim her light. What happens when the chronically bored ruler of hell finds a flower among the filth?

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

"Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But-" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" • Only one or two rape scene also!