"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

Annabella Canonico is sweet and optimistic. Fresh out of college, the bookworm is forced to face a part of her past she thought she had escaped from. Dominic Savelli is cold and callous. Next in line for the throne of the Italian Mafia, he is feared by all who cross his path. All he's ever wanted is to shelter her from the world he lives in. But that all changes when she comes to him for help. Warning: contains smut, violence, gore, language, mention of SA Previous Rankings: #1 Italian Men #4 MMMF

An MCU Fan Fiction She's the last known of her kind. Survivor of a destroyed realm, hiding from a world intent on hurting her. Until she meets Tony Stark - and everything changes. Six marks, six men just as misunderstood as she is. And a pull she can't ignore. Caught between destiny, danger, and a haunting past, Eve must navigate a world that wants to control her.

After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This is a mature book, but the smut isn't the main component of the story or plot.

When a woman is diagnosed with a terminal illness and is informed she only has six months left to live, she assumes that she will fade into oblivion upon her death. But when she wakes up, she finds that she is the fourth child to a prestigious noble family. With the memories of her old life still fresh in her mind, she is forced to navigate this new world even as three men set their eyes upon her with dark intentions.

Raelyn Valmont thought the gala was the end of it. A few fake smiles, a signed contract, and she'd never have to see the three heirs of Cavarel again. Then her father shipped her off to a private island. With them. For bonding. Now she's trapped in paradise with three men who look like sin in silk-and treat her like she's both the challenge and the reward. It was supposed to be business. Not whispered dares, wandering hands, and lines that blur faster than she can redraw them. She's not falling. She's just... tied up

• Soulmate Universe. • Original Character Insert. Aiyana Ellis, a witch of great power, has long been the protector of the soul stone. Her mastery of magic is matched only by her sharp tongue and ferocious demeanor. Stationed in the forlorn lands of Vormir, she has honed her skills at keeping all intruders at bay, steadfastly guarding the precious artifact. She is both menacing and mesmerizing, Aiyana has a beauty that belies her sinister reputation. With porcelain skin as pale as snow, cascading black locks framing her face like a veil, and eyes of a striking red hue that seem to pierce one's very soul, she is an enchantress feared and respected in equal measure. But fate doesn't spare anyone from love in the universe, does it? [Disclaimer] ◆ Constructive criticism is appreciated, but any derogatory comments or baseless criticism will not be tolerated. This is my story, and I will not allow any form of slut-shaming or unwarranted criticism. If you are uncomfortable with these rules, please feel free to read another book. ◆ This is a work of fiction, meaning that it is purely made up from the author's imagination. The characters demonstrated here aren't like this in real life. All the characters here are just the counterparts of the celebrities here in an alternate universe. This story is only made for entertainment purposes. [Happy Reading]

In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

"She's the fuse," Rowan muttered. "And we're all gonna burn." _____ Sadie Quinn didn't plan on ending up in a nowhere town like Deadwater, Texas. But running doesn't always come with options, just a half-charged phone, a bag over her shoulder, and a past she'd rather not look back at. She came for the job. A quiet cabin. A paycheck. A chance to feel like herself again. What she found were four men. Rhett, the cold, commanding boss with eyes like judgment and a voice like gravel. Colt, all sharp edges and low threats, the one who doesn't believe in giving space. Rowan, charming and reckless, always smiling like he knows what she's thinking. And Levi, the quiet one. Unreadable, intense... and the first to truly see her. They're not just cowboys. Not just ranchers. There's something darker behind those stares. Something dangerous under the surface of Hollow Creek. Sadie doesn't trust easily. But every day on that ranch pulls her in deeper. Toward secrets, toward heat, toward the kind of want that can burn everything down. She came here to escape. She might've just found the thing that finally undoes her. _____ Updating frequently