Xander King is the ultimate "holy" deception. As the son of the city's most famous Bishop, he's royalty in a three-piece suit. On Sunday mornings, he's the perfect heir to the pulpit. But when the sun goes down, the suit comes off, and the King of the streets comes out to play. Xander doesn't just run the city's underground-he owns it. He's got the money, the power, and a line of women who know better than to ask for his heart. Then there's Charity. She's the girl who just traded her old life for a Bible and a fresh start. She's trying to be "good," and when she looks at Xander, she sees a man who's just as lost as she used to be. She thinks she can save him. She thinks his cold stares are just a shield for a broken soul. But Xander isn't looking to be saved. He's fighting a war on every front: his father's impossible expectations, a past that won't stay buried, and the dangerous pull he feels toward a girl who's too pure for his world. When a body drops and a murder investigation hits too close to the church, the polished mask starts to slip. Charity is about to find out that the man she's falling for isn't a misunderstood saint-he's the devil in the front row. In this city, the only thing more dangerous than a sinner is someone Unholy.

🩸Part 2 of Father Lazarus!!!🩸 ⚠️Warning ⚠️ WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ WILL MAKE YOU ADDICTED, DISTURB YOU. EVEN SHOCK YOU. THERE IS A DARK SIDE TO HUMANITY THE CENSORS WONT LET YOU SEE NOR READ...BUT I WILL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

🔞⚠️ *** "Confess! Confess how much you get wet when I look at you while I'm on that podium, how your nipples harden sharply beneath your clothes, and how your skin blazes with heat every time my eyes lock onto yours." His words didn't merely reveal a secret; they ripped through me, sinking deep into my flesh and igniting a slow-burning fire beneath my skin. The warmth spread like wildfire, searing every nerve ending. His words tasted like sin-heavy, forbidden, intoxicating. His hands curved possessively around my waist, pulling me into the dangerous gravity of his presence, his breath whispering dark promises hot against the back of my neck. So close, so raw-his body pressed against mine spun a web of wicked temptation that made my knees weak and my thoughts slip free. I wanted to fall, to lose myself completely in this sin that we were weaving between us, hungry and unrepentant. Our love was a shadow creeping over sacred ground, forbidden as the fruit God guarded fiercely. Like Adam and Eve before us, we stood trembling on the edge of damnation, reaching for that tantalizing knowledge we were told to avoid. But this time, it wasn't Eve who tasted the fruit first -it was Adam. And Father Lazarus didn't just nibble quietly; no, he devoured the entire apple in one reckless, desperate bite, swallowing sin whole without pause. ******

Yuri has always been told she's too emotional, too sensitive, too much. In her own family, her feelings never mattered-only her money did. But everything changes when she meets a family who sees her for who she really is. They embrace her, protect her, and refuse to let her forget that she matters. In their world, love, loyalty, and trust aren't just words-they're a way of life. And for Yuri, that world is about to turn everything she thought she knew upside down.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Intense Taboo, Romantic Themes, Family Secrets, Brandon Thorne doesn't lose. At 38, he's untouchable-ruthless, paranoid, and completely fucking insane. Men fear him. His enemies crumble. He built his empire with his bare hands, crushed anyone in his way. But now, standing in a seedy bar, watching the girl on stage with too much attitude and not enough shame, he sees what he missed. Willa Whitmore. Brandon locked her parents away without a second thought. Never even checked if they had a kid. Oops. Now she's here, shaking her ass for cash, glaring like she'd stab him if given the chance. And fuck, he likes it. Willa Whitmore is not impressed. First, the bastard ruins her life. Now he's sitting at the bar, drinking whiskey like he didn't single-handedly destroy her entire existence. And worse? He's staring. Like he wants to eat her alive. She should run, but then come his idiot sons. Complete freakshows. Otto and Max. Otto is all brawn, zero impulse control, a psycho with a chainsaw grin. Willa swears he gets off on making her scream. Max is quieter, smarter, but twice as fucked up. If Otto is a feral dog, Max is the one watching her sleep, planning her funeral, and picking out the music. Brandon wants to own her. Otto wants to break her. Max? He just wants to keep her. Forever. Maybe in a basement. So she plays along-smiles, obeys, acts like she isn't plotting their destruction. But the more time she spends with them, the harder it gets. Because the Thornes might be completely, irredeemably insane... but maybe Willa is, too.

A man who finds sexual pleasure in murdering women.

An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

What happens when you've loved someone so long you can't see your life without them in it, even if they cause you nothing but hell? Read and find out! Warning: this story will include very mature themes such as abuse, domestic violence, addiction, very strong language, strong sexual content and much more. If these things are triggering to you then this might not be your cup of tea. Viewer discretion is advised!