In which the stripper is at the wrong place, at the wrong time... Karina Westley, better known as 'Sugar', became a stripper immediately after turning 18 to get out of her parents house. Though they didn't support her decision, she did it anyway. She was at a point where she didn't care anymore. She wanted- no, needed to leave so she did. Aphrodite Galanis, better known as 'Uno', was part of her father's gang. She was ruthless, violent, and self centered. She was someone you didn't want to mess with. By any means. Though she was only 26 years old she was well respected by everyone in her town. The people worshiped the ground she walked on. Million Harper, better known as 'Peaches', was also apart of the gang Aphrodite was in. In fact, Aphrodite and Million had been dating for three years now. She too was violent and ruthless, though she was humble. She grew up poor, but she saw Aphrodite, took her chance and ran with it. What happens when Karina crosses paths with the couple? Especially when she wasn't supposed to...

Shelly isn't looking for anything. Not love. Not healing. Not the kind of obsession that leaves teeth marks. She just wants a new housemate, a quiet life, and maybe a few less ghosts in her bed. Then Oscar Harrison walks in. Queer, commanding, and catastrophically gorgeous, he's six foot seven of sharp suits and sharper hunger. A fashion prodigy with silver eyes and a voice like velvet, he sees Shelly like no one else ever has. Sketches her. Designs for her. Wants her. He calls her Darling like it's a promise. Or a warning. And when he touches her, it's not gentle. It's intentional. But desire never travels alone. His older brother, Felix, is a crime boss with blood in his smile and a grudge that goes deeper than anyone knows. He watches Shelly like she's prey-because to him, she is. And then there's Hilda. Butch. Beautiful. Brutal. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't beg. She just stands behind the bar with knowing eyes and steady hands, and Shelly starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she wants to fall for the girl who doesn't try to own her. Three obsessions. One woman unraveling. And a city that chews girls like her alive.

A sapphic regency romance of silk, scandal, and the slow undoing of everything proper. When Delilah Everest is sent to spend the season with her terrifying aunt, she expects boredom, bad tea, and the slow suffocation of polite society. What she doesn't expect is to be ogled by the king, warned by the queen, and then completely undone by the wrong woman. Duchess Agatha Fotherington-widowed, dangerously beautiful, and utterly above reproach-should be the picture of restraint. Instead, she moves through the world like temptation in silk-every glance a touch, every word a promise. She looks at Delilah the way a starving woman looks at something she isn't meant to taste. What begins as a glance across a ballroom turns into stolen touches in candlelit corridors, whispered confessions in the dark, and a secret that could ruin them both. In a world where women are meant to be quiet, Delilah learns what happens when desire refuses to behave.

"Please, Miss Black," she whispers, barely holding it together. Vera bites down on Lara's ear, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fix it," she growls, her voice rough and demanding. Lara's body shudders. "Please... Mommy," she whimpers, trembling. Vera's eyes darken, going utterly black. "Is that what you want?" Her voice drops, thick with possessiveness. "You want your mommy to take care of you, hm?" Lara just whimpers, only making Vera's hunger worse. "Tell me what you deserve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vera Black is a supermodel who trusts no one. She's defined by her trauma, convinced she's straight, and lives for control. Lara is the soft, chaotic artist who moves in next door and sees right through her walls. The problem? Vera craves Lara's light. She wants to protect her, possess her, and break all the rules she ever made for herself. One is guarded by trauma. The other is soft by nature. Their craving will be everything they both fear. (WLW Romance, Age Gap, Dark Feminine/Soft Girl, Explicit Tension)

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Her sister was the bride. She became the wife. Hours before the wedding of the year, Vivian Ashford disappears - leaving her family on the verge of ruin. To save them, Selene Ashford is forced to marry billionaire CEO Luke Kingsley in her sister's place. The entire world believes she is the bride. Luke knows she is not. But he says "I do" anyway. And when the priest pronounces them husband and wife - Luke leans close and whispers four words against her ear that make her blood run cold. "This is a sentence." Now trapped in a marriage built on lies, Selene must survive a husband who never wanted her, a family that used her, and a truth powerful enough to destroy them all. Yet the more she tries to keep her distance, the more dangerous Luke becomes - not because he hates her. Because he is starting to want her. And Luke Kingsley has never been a man who lets go of what belongs to him. A runaway bride. A substitute wife. A marriage born from betrayal. A love neither of them saw coming. Sometimes the greatest love story begins with the wrong bride walking down the aisle. 🖤

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

Far away and content in Texas, Regan has done everything she can to forget her tiny little hometown in Maine and all the mixed feelings it causes. When a horrible tragedy forces her to return home and stay, she has no choice but to confront her past and the three men who had caused her to flee. After years of separation, Noah and friends Maleko and Joshua find themselves back in Regan's life. The murder of her brother Riley, their best friend, has brought them back to Maine and none of them are leaving without her. Together, the three of them fight to get back the woman they foolishly let get away. Can Regan forgive them after a decade of trying to forget them? Can Noah, Maleko, and Joshua prove to her that they deserve it? Just as the pieces start to fall into place, a danger from Regan's not-so-distant past threatens to take her away from them forever.

Two families best kept secrets collide in a moment of fate itself. The Prince of Bronwyn and the Legacy of the Cardinals. Neither should exist. Both highly frowned upon and cursed for their very existence. A broken product of royal affair and the perfect unknown ploy for revenge. The weight of either alone would be enough to drive anyone mad, but together it may become something else entirely. Both such highly damaged individuals stretched to their wits end. What could the result be of one in the presence of the other? A disaster just waiting beneath the surface, a mix potent enough to kill, or maybe a cure neither one saw coming?

Marceline Hawthorne is a 22 year old girl who loves flowers and works at a flower shop, hoping to one day own her own. she's a ray of sunshine, so kind and sweet you'd get a toothache. she lives in an apartment and can't have a garden which breaks her heart, but she can't afford to live anywhere else. Adonis Santoro is a 29 year old self made millionaire, pushing billionaire. He's cold, and calculated. but has a soft heart for a woman he's never met before. he wants her.. more than life itself and he's willing to do anything to get her.