Nazario Cruento buried a woman once. He swore he'd never bury another piece of himself in anyone again. He kept that promise for years. Women came and went - beautiful, forgettable, gone by morning. Nothing had mattered since he was young enough to believe love was safe. The Cruento name isn't built on kindness. It's built on fear, silence, and men who disappear the moment they stop being useful. Then he sees her. Alone in a corner booth, laughing at her phone like the world could burn and she wouldn't notice. Not performing loneliness. Not performing anything at all. For the first time in his life, Nazario Cruento is invisible to someone - and it wrecks him. She gives him nothing but a maybe. He finds her anyway, the very next day. He doesn't ask her name. He already knows it. What he learns after undoes him. Quiet with the world, unhinged behind closed doors - loud, ridiculous, fully herself the second no one's watching. She loves the way her adoptive mother taught her to - whole-chested, before she's even sure she's allowed to. Her apartment isn't a home. It's the only place she's ever let herself be seen. She lets him in anyway. She has no idea what she's letting in. For the first time since he buried the woman he was supposed to marry, he feels something he thought died with her. He falls hard, fast, unrecognizable even to himself. So when it's time to go home, he doesn't ask her to visit. He decides she's already his. Zuri thinks it's a vacation. She doesn't know yet what his world costs the people who enter it. He knows the second she lands, she's never leaving - and that loving him means inheriting every enemy he's ever made. Then his mother meets her. And decides whatever he's found in this woman doesn't get to survive. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. Word count: 3000-4000 words per chapter © Own work. Do not copy my ideas or my work.

"THE DEVIL WANTS HER" - COMPLETE Nia Gracie Mercya Williams has spent her entire life living for others-a perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect sacrifice. Burdened by guilt for a sin she didn't commit, suffocated by a family that treats her like a mistake, she's learned to disappear into the margins of her own life. Until the night she witnesses something she shouldn't. Saxon Dominique Russo is the devil incarnate-a mafia don who takes what he wants without apology. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He's prepared to erase her as easily as he erases his enemies. But when Nia faces death with a calm acceptance and a prayer for his soul, something shatters in him. She doesn't fight. She doesn't beg. She forgives-even him. And Saxon becomes obsessed with the one thing he can't kill: her grace. What begins as pity becomes possession. Possession becomes obsession. And obsession becomes love-dark, dangerous, and absolutely consuming. But salvation comes at a cost. And Nia must choose: the safe, suffocating life she's always known, or the beautiful damnation of a man who would burn the world just to keep her. Some love stories are meant to be blessed. This one is meant to be forbidden. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, which may be triggering for some readers. word count: 3000-4000 words

If someone offers to pay off your student loans in exchange for signing a non-disclosure agreement and moving into the middle of nowhere, you should probably ask more questions. I didn't. I was a broke grad student desperate for a lifeline, and the contract offered by the elusive billionaire was too good to pass up. My job was simple: live in a sprawling, heavily fortified glass mansion in the mountains, teach his eight-year-old daughter French and mathematics, and never, ever go into the West Wing of the house. I thought my new boss was just an eccentric, reclusive tech genius. He is devastatingly handsome, entirely silent, and moves through the mansion like a predatory ghost. He watches me with cold, pale eyes that make my pulse race for all the wrong reasons, but he is a devoted father, and the paychecks clear every week. I thought I was safe in his snowbound sanctuary. Until the night I accidentally wake up, walk into the wrong room, and see my quiet, eccentric boss standing over a man bleeding out on a plastic tarp, holding a suppressed pistol with the casual grace of a reaper. He isn't a tech genius. He is the head of the most ruthless Russo-American syndicate on the continent, and I have just seen exactly what he does in the dark. I know too much. I am a liability. I should be dead. But as the Don of the syndicate wipes the blood from his hands and locks the heavy steel doors of the mansion, trapping me inside with him, I realize that dying might have been the easier option. Because he doesn't want to silence me. He wants to keep me.

She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

When I hit the asshole with my car, I should've just killed him. Now, I owe him. And he doesn't want my money. The worst part is that when I give him a ride home, 𝘮𝘺 mom walks out the front door. With his dad. My new stepdad. His plans for me just got a whole lot easier...

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

At the age of only 13 years, Kathleen Miller witnessed something that no child should --her parents being killed right in their home. This incident affected her in such a way she became closed off from others. With Kathleen not having any other known family members who were willing to take her in, she was sent to live in a group home for girls. However, things at the home weren't rainbow and sunshine for Kathleen, so she ran away. Having no idea where to go, and no money, Kathleen found herself in a deserted alley beside a dumpster trying to shelter from the rain. When Alphonso Luciano caught sight of the young girl who seemed to be freezing, something convinced him to try and approach her. When the young girl pulled a knife on him, he knew that this girl was special. Alphonso managed to convince her that he wasn't going to hurt her and took her home to his wife and son as his new daughter. Seven years later, Kathleen, who had changed her name to Lexi Luciano, is a fierce young woman who would kill for her new family. But when you have a Mafia's boss daughter meeting another mafia boss, things can go a little downhill, especially when attraction starts to spark. If you're adding this book then please be advised that it is a trilogy so remember to add Caught in the middle and Rescued and Risen as well.

The only person Amara has in her life is herself and her abusive boyfriend she fell for before she realized who he truly was. After two years of the relationship, her thoughts begin to get darker and she begins to feel like there is truly no way out. That is until one night she bumps into a man emerging from a dark alley. She can't get him out of her mind. She latches onto the thought of him to escape from the realities of her life...until the thought of him becomes more real than she may have been hoping for. She starts noticing things. Seeing things. Seeing him. But it's too late when she realizes that she may be developing complicated feelings for her stalker. When he finally reveals himself, he makes her an offer she can't refuse. He offers her a way out and she's just desperate enough to take it. But it turns out that she was only trading her life with the devil she knows...for the devil she doesn't. She signed her life away. There's no going back now. She belongs to him.