The Rogue: A Dark Mafia Romance They call me The Rogue. The brat. The mouthy mafia daughter who doesn't know her place. But the truth? I know exactly where I stand. I just refuse to bow. My father built his empire on blood and fear, and now he's trading me like a pawn in his next power play. Marriage to a stranger I never chose. One man is supposed to own me. Another man won't stop watching... Monsanto Cruze. My father's most ruthless enforcer. Silent. Brutal. Untouchable. He never spared me a glance... until the night everything shattered. Now I can't tell what's more dangerous: The marriage I'm being forced into. My father's wrath. Or the way Monsanto makes me burn. ⚠️ Contains violence, obsession, and morally gray love. Read at your own risk. Pinterest Link: https://pin.it/4H4sULWQi

Greyson • She had stolen from me. Not money nor time nor mind nor heart. So much more. And because of that... I destroyed her. Valley • They called him King to his face. Behind his back they called him the Devil of the Rising Sun. This devil thought I had been reduced to nothing. Little did he know... I was now his worst nightmare. Devil of the Rising Sun is a dark, dangerous, enemies to lovers tale that will feed your toxic reading desires. Expect situations that may not be entirely comfortable for the faint of heart. ⚠️ 🌶️ This novel is set in the heart of the New Orleans underworld. While mentions of certain locations are within the novel, all characters and the Rising Sun establishment are purely fictional. The main male character is six years older than the female main character.

Cade was my best friend. Until he wasn't. And don't get me started on his brother Paulie. I'd discovered Paulie's darkness early. A darkness that infected me like a weed. So I'd done my best to avoid him. Cade, on the other hand. Cade had been sweet. The perfect best friend. Until we took it further. Everything unravelled from there. This is the story of my fall into darkness. My fall into the Barrington brothers. This book will end on a YouChoose cliffhanger. You will pick who she ends up with.

A close group of friends bound by loyalty and reckless choices. Love, addiction, secrets, and loss tear them apart. One tragedy will change everything. One Less Tear to Cry is a raw, emotional story about friendship, mistakes, and survival. They were wild, loyal, and convinced they'd stay young forever. A tight-knit group of friends growing up in a small town, bound by late nights, inside jokes, and the unshakable belief that nothing could truly break them. But time has a way of revealing every crack. Sera and Landry were the heart of the group, each other's first love, until Landry joined the Army and left everything, including her, behind. While he fights homesickness and regret overseas, Sera falls into a toxic relationship with one of their closest friends. Her spiral into addiction is just the beginning. Around them, the rest of the group starts to unravel. One friend is drowning in his own dependence. Another is hiding a part of himself he's too scared to reveal. And when tragedy hits, none of them are ready. Told in raw, intimate POVs, One Less Tear to Cry is a gut-wrenching exploration of friendship, grief, self-destruction, and the unforgiving road to adulthood. It's about the choices you can't take back, the people you can't forget, and the ones you lose too soon. They loved each other. They broke each other. And some of them won't survive it.

I was born in darkness. The moon had overpowered the sun, stealing the light from our land. In remorse, the moon gave the land a daughter. A daughter that would be Empress. I am that Empress. This is my tale.

Valeska is exhausted by life. Drowning in bills, dead-end jobs, and the weight of loneliness, she's desperate for change. When she lands a live-in housekeeper position at one of the city's most luxurious estates, it feels like the chance she's been waiting for-a clean slate and a quiet place to breathe again. Luca is refined, sinfully intelligent, and dangerously charming. Every word that leaves his lips is measured, every glance deliberate. Temptation in a tailored suit with a handsome smile. Enzo is dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His presence hums with danger, his stare burns like a threat and he's already decided Valeska belongs to him... and he's daring anyone to say otherwise. Valeska tries to keep her distance, but their world pulls her in filled with tension and temptation she's never known before. Their attention is overwhelming, their power intoxicating. The brothers take what they want. The brothers own what they desire. And what they desire is her. *** ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains strong language, mature themes, and explicit scenes intended for readers 18+. Reader discretion is advised.

Sadie steps out of her truck, boots hitting dirt she swore she'd never stand on again. The gate creaks. Then stillness. Jace is leaning against the fence like he's been there awhile-hat low, jaw tight, eyes locked on her like the years didn't matter. Like she didn't matter less. "Didn't think you'd come back," he says. Sadie lifts her chin. "I didn't come back for you." His mouth twitches. "Could've fooled me." - She came back with a plan. The ranch wasn't part of it. Neither was Jace Holloway. Sadie Rowe returns to settle unfinished business, not to reopen old wounds-or the one man who never chased her, never explained, and never forgot. Jace doesn't ask why she's back. He just watches, like he knows how this ends. Out here, the past doesn't ask permission. It takes. © 2025 V. Noire. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction created by the author. Please don't copy, repost without my permission.

- Lanterns at Dusk - {Unedited} When Lady Aracelli Danger is pressed into an engagement with the enigmatic Caius Draemont, she steps into a world of wealth shadowed by whispers. Draemont Manor, standing dark against the northern sky, is a place of secrets. It's walls heavy with memory, its master colder still. Caius is handsome, commanding, and distant, a man both alluring and unsettling. Society murmurs of his tragedy, of the fire that claimed his family, but in his silence lies a deeper mystery-one that unsettles Aracelli even as it draws her closer But the manor itself seems alive with watchful shadows, and Aracelli soon finds her nights plagued by visions that feel more real than dreams. The line between devotion and danger blurs, and every step she takes deeper into Draemont's halls binds her to a fate she cannot yet see. Torn between duty and dread, Aracelli must decide if her heart is leading her into love or into ruin. { A Victorian Gothic Paranormal Romance }

"You're special, Jess," he said, his British accent made my toes curl. Jess? I blinked. He called me Jess. He's never called me Jess before, only Jessica. He continued, "You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're incredibly interesting, and you're definitely girlfriend material-I however am not boyfriend material." I looked into his deep blue eyes and said, "I know you're not boyfriend material, but I don't care about that. I like you, Garrett, and I want to spend some time with you." "Jessica," he said. "I don't want you to get hurt, especially by me." • • • • Twenty-year-old Jess (Jessica) Newborn is prepared to leave her grief-stricken past behind and give herself a fresh start, but that's all about to change when she meets Garrett Simmons on her first day at Seattle Pacific University.

Some summers are meant to be forgotten. Others write themselves into your soul. When Eleanor Belle Guevarra is forced to leave the city for one quiet season in the countryside, she expects boredom, mud, and the endless gossip of small-town neighbors. What she does not expect is Nine Verbos, the boy with a reckless smile and a fragile heart. As the days burn hotter and the nights fall softer, Eleanor discovers a world of laughter, friendship, and first love. A world both imperfect and unforgettable. But Nine carries a secret written in his blood, one that turns every heartbeat into a borrowed moment. Together, they will learn that summer is not only sunshine, but storms. Not only beginnings, but endings. And sometimes, the fiercest love stories are the ones destined to break us. Because summer always fades, but some summers leave their mark forever. ======== The History of Summer (The History Duology Book 1)