✧･ﾟ: ⚠︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 :･ﾟ✧ this story includes: • sexual themes ✧ • explicit intimate content ✧ • bdsm‑coded dynamics ✧ • mafia + organized crime elements ✧ • violence + death‑related themes ✧ read responsibly, stay hydrated, and enjoy the chaos ♡ ✦ ✧ ✦ Marriage comes with stress ❧ and Briar is already drowning in it. She just got married, her grandmother now lives close by full‑time, she's trying to settle into newlywed life, and she's designing an entirely new home from the ground up. Everything is shifting at once... and it's starting to take a toll. Then she's attacked by a group of strangers she can't even identify ❧ and everything changes. Nikolai reacts the only way he knows how: he locks the world out and takes her to Russia under one rule - ❧ no one sees her ❧ no one touches her ❧ no one even breathes near her without consequences He protects her fiercely while she navigates emotional and physical changes, and the only people allowed near her are family. Uncle Lucien stands beside Nikolai - but he isn't just watching. He's hunting. Every person involved in Briar's attack, and anyone who knew and stayed silent, is being found one by one ❧ Briar is rising. Her enemies are falling. And as usual, her family isn't forgiving.

꧁༺ ⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠︎༻꧂ this story contains: ♡ explicit sex scenes ♡ age gap relationship (17 years apart) ♡ daddy title kink ♡ vulgar language ♡ mafia & organized crime ♡ premonitions + spirituality read responsibly, babes ♡ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Damianos doesn't do love. He barely does attachment. Successful, disciplined, and carved from the darker parts of the world he runs, romance isn't even a blip on his radar... until he crosses paths with a girl who shouldn't matter. Azuri - green‑amber eyes, soft voice, and a life she's finally getting together - isn't looking for trouble. But trouble arrives anyway, wrapped in a tailored suit and answering to the name of her best friend's uncle. He's older. He's dangerous. He's everything she should avoid. And yet... she wants him. Badly. In ways she can't explain and shouldn't admit. He wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But some connections don't ask permission - they just pull. And once they collide, neither of them walks away untouched.

Luciano Lombardi can be known as the angel of death to many people. With a beautiful face and deadly hands, getting involved with him is death wish, which is unknown to a curly haired, brown eyed girl who makes a bold move on him one night. Breanna's life is changed upside down and twisted left and right after she makes the decision to go after a cute guy she sees in a restaurant one evening. She gets herself into more than she can bargain for when she pursues a relationship with this mysterious man, dragging her back into a life she so desperately tried to leave. Both of their worlds collide on one fateful night, changing everything either one thought about the other. Luciano wasn't who he said he was, and Breanna isn't as innocent as she seems. Through thick and thin, the angel of death refuses to let his Virgin Mary go. And she can't stay away from him. Their relationship will end lives and begin new ones, growing and ending generational curses, and forcing shadows to come out of the dark. ••• Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, her chin resting on my chest as she batted her long eyelashes at me, her brown eyes clouded in the most innocent look. A look I desperately wanted to taint. She parted her cherry red lips, getting ready to speak to me as her eyes did the pouting. Seven simple words, that would leave any man on their knees, their cocks hard as steel, left her pretty little mouth. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

What happens when someone with a very high IQ has the kind of curiosity that killed the cat?... Tianna Blair is a problem. Little Tia is an even bigger problem. She talks back. She breaks rules. She takes up space she wasn't invited into. When she lands in a house that already has its own balance, everything goes wrong fast. Elias Sorinas runs a government-owned behavioral facility in a city that believes in control, compliance, and systems that look humane on paper. He's spent years enforcing structure, and believing in mechanisms that fix people - or at least contain them. Rossi Romano knows ink. That's pretty much it. Tia doesn't want help. Elias doesn't plan on getting attached. Rossi doesn't plan on caring. They all fail. ‎ꫂ᭪݁‎ꫂ᭪݁‎ꫂ᭪݁ Age regression story with an MMF relationship. Updates will be daily. Enjoy <3

✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ caregiver‑style power‑exchange dynamics ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes If you enjoy dark romance, structured dynamics, and emotionally layered power‑exchange, this story may resonate with you. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Kalia's life shatters the night her ex decides he's done with her - and hands her over to another dominant man she barely knows. What should have been the worst moment of her life becomes the beginning of something she never expected. Alexander is nothing like Clark. He's patient where Clark was cruel, steady where Clark was selfish, and far more dangerous than he ever lets on. And then there's Viktor - Alexander's closest friend, just as commanding, just as magnetic, and just as drawn to her. Two men who don't share each other... but share her. Two different kinds of dominance. One girl caught between them - or maybe finally, finally held. As Kalia learns their rules, their rhythms, and the safety she never knew she needed, she discovers a truth she can't ignore: She wasn't given away. She was found. A dark, emotional, reverse‑harem romance about healing, trust, and the kind of devotion that rewrites a life. ✦ dual doms ✦ one girl, two masters ✦ slow‑burn intensity ✦ emotional depth ✦ power‑exchange dynamics ✦ found‑family softness wrapped in danger

I let out a sharp, ragged sound, my head falling back against his shoulder as the friction set fire to every nerve ending I had left. He didn't let up. He leaned into me, his chest pressing firm against my back, his other hand sliding up to grip my throat, not hard, just enough to let me feel the weight of him, to remind me who was in control of my breath. "That's it," he hissed against my skin, his pace quickening as he felt me start to unravel. "Say my name, Lani. Not for the block, not for the show. Just for me." Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Darby Tate has spent years proving herself in a cutthroat industry. Smart, driven, and loyal, she thought her biggest challenge at RH Enterprises would be surviving her sharp-tongued director and endless late nights on the marketing floor. But one chance encounter with the company's elusive CEO changes everything. Alec Ralph is powerful, calculating, and untouchably British-running his empire with an iron grip. Cold. Commanding. Always in control. Until Darby. From the moment their eyes meet, tension simmers between them-dangerous, forbidden, impossible to ignore. He's her boss. A man who could destroy her career with a single word. Yet every time she tries to run, Alec is there. Demanding. Possessive. Unrelenting. When a corporate trip traps them alone in a snowbound lodge, months of restraint ignite into two days of fire neither can deny. But passion has consequences, and Alec isn't a man who plays fair. He's ruthless enough to bend companies-and people-to his will. Now Darby must decide: walk away from everything she's built... or surrender to the man who refuses to let her go.

[Excerpt]: A familiar cauldron of butterflies presented at the pit of my stomach. The gravitational pull I'd so helplessly fell victim to a countless number of times now felt as inescapable as a rising ocean tide amidst a tsunami. Don't look...don't look...don't loo- Too late, I was already completely entrapped by his unwavering force of attraction. My vision skimmed across the dance floor, slowing every few seconds to recommit to pinning down those dangerous melancholy orbs. I was certain my heart was now racing with palpitations strong enough to send me into cardiogenic shock. Still, I remained determined in my efforts to meticulously trail over the staffed tables until my gaze finally landed on him. An involuntary breath escaped my lips as he and I interlocked eyes. Despite being meters apart, the tension between us felt unbearably thick and unnerving. So much so that I could almost sense the very essence of him breathing down my neck. Taste the familiarity of his cherry pine scent. He was seated at a stationed table with his long legs manspread and body fully relaxed. It was then that I realized that this was the epitome of who he was to his core. He was an emotionless corpse gifted with a Greek-like exterior who could never fathom the thought of bearing his emotions raw to anyone. Worst of all, he was a liar. Fuck him. **Contains mature/adult content