Once shared the same yet are coming from completely different worlds. Worlds where either one is a fight for life and death. Filled with revange, violence, recklessness and loss of their closest. Each of them has a goal but they yet have to find out that it's the same one. It's the only thing they have in common. Ramona Santini, a calculated and cold mafia boss who goes over dead bodies no matter the goal. Winter Carmichael, a reckless teenager trying to put her life together, just to find out there's more to it. What else is the future holding for them? ______________________ Started- 10. 6. 2025 Ended- 4. 3. 2026

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ The line between justice and vengeance grows thin, when pain drives the hand that acts. Ellianna King was born alongside her brother Royce King II in 1913. She was supposed to stay hidden. Rosalie Hale was meant to be worshipped, by everyone but her. They were destined to meet. Destined to fall in love. But destiny is not kind. Love becomes pain. Pain becomes purpose. And purpose, in the end, becomes something ruthless. Rosalie Hale x G!P OC

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." A"No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

Based on a song!! 'They don't know' by Rico Love They don't know! They don't know you belong to me! They don't know you like me! They don't even know that I share you with my wifey! Started: January 6, 2025 Ended: October 30, 2025 *None of the pictures in this book belongs to me*

Lalisa Brüschweiler di Montefalco was born with a name that ruled countries-and a reputation that ruined nights. Granddaughter of Italy's sitting President, daughter of Senatore Matteo Vittorio Brüschweiler di Montefalco, she was sent to Seoul at fifteen to keep her scandals far from Europe. It failed spectacularly. Now, Lalisa is a permanent fixture of Seoul's nightlife-drunk on champagne, attention, and her own power. A brat. Sharp-tongued. Untouchable. Always in headlines, always wanted. Men desire her. Women crave her. Cameras follow her. She knows exactly how magnetic she is-and she enjoys it. That night, the club is drowning in bass and lust. Lalisa is already tipsy, laughing too loud, dancing like she owns the room. From the VIP section, someone watches her in silence. Jennie Ruby Jane Kim, forty-two, CEO of ODDATELIER, doesn't drink. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't chase. Cold, strict, emotionless-her power moves quietly. She knows Lalisa not from tabloids, but through her father, the Senator. She's admired Lalisa for years. Not as a crush. As a temptation. As something worth owning. Everyone wants Lalisa Brüschweiler di Montefalco. Jennie decides she will have her.

"i thought we were best friends?" i say holding onto her waist trying to control myself from taking her right here and right now. "ive never wanted to have my best friend fuck me till i cant walk." she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard. River Diaz a 17 y/o intersex girl thats been secretly in love with her best friend for 4 years, she loves art and photography and is trying to get into an art college. Jasmine Carter a 17 y/o girl that moved to rivers town 4 years ago and has always had a "girl crush" on river to scared to admit her true feelings, and dates men to cover up her love for her. will jasmine admit to herself how hopelessly in love she is with river or keep denying it? lowercase intended!

"W-what are you doing here?" Aya asked. She wasn't expecting any guests, and certainly not the temporary lover that stood in her dark hallway. They smiled widely, but Anya could tell there was something more sinister behind their eyes. "Just having my dinner, can't you see?" They responded back as they took the palm of their hand and licked the blood that dripped from the tips of their fingers.

"i'm yo bodyguard. not yo girlfriend."