1st book in the 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 🂡 This is a man's world... 🃑 In a room with vinyl spinning Sinatra, hand-rolled cigars on the table, and blood on the expensive carpet, the woman scrubbing it off would be the reason it spilled at first. La famiglia Battaglia seals deals with violence, stacks chips, and spurs fear. The Patriarch waxes old, but danger adds youth to his days. His eldest son plays wolf but forgets to clean his fangs. His middle son plays a fool but slices necks with a playing card. The youngest? Can't tell a spark from fire. They make up the core of the house, filled with men and ruled by men. The Battaglia women pour drinks, stock up on Chanel No. 5, and zip their lips with vintage rouge. They do not sit at the table surrounded by the men- where's the gossip? They sit at private luncheons and horse rides. The woman scrubbing the floor doesn't matter. She was hired to care for the patriarch, cook dinner for the men, and be another body to ignore. But she watched transactions, learnt routes, how the men breathe, even pulled off her panties for the middle son, not to be loved, but to break boredom. Suddenly, when jokingly asked her opinion on an issue, she responds...and the men straighten up. They clutch their bullets tightly as she stands beside the patriarch. Little comments here, thrown daggers there, the men watch, follow, and hit many targets, all because of...a woman. Rival families catch the scent of the change with La famiglia Battaglia: smooth successes, good hits, deadly reputation. That's dangerous, and that gets attention. Now the woman who's supposed to ensure the Don takes his meds is busy packing magazines. Too bad, too late, too deep to say goodbye. This isn't about power or falling into the shackles of love. It's about what happens when the most ruthless family in New York realizes their biggest threat isn't holding a gun. She's holding a mop. Literally.

Yeah their toxic...but what couple isn't ;) _________________________________________ "Go on", he said slapping her thigh, he could feel her letting go and it was turning him on to unnatural heights seeing her get this dirty for him. "Grind against my hand", he gritted into her ear, and she did just that, grinding her hips in deep circular rotations as he worked her nub. She could feel that famous pleasure boil within her, letting her know she was close. ________________________________________ Everyone has a soulmate, someone they're destined to find. Until that moment comes, we often spend our lives imagining who they might be. But Jason and Krissy don't have to wonder much longer, as one ordinary evening in detention, a substitute teacher drops a bombshell: they're each other's soulmates. Neither of them is thrilled. They come from opposite ends of the school's social hierarchy, and they've spent more time rolling their eyes at each other than dreaming of true love. But Destiny doesn't make mistakes. Now, Jason and Krissy must decide whether to fight fate - or fall into it. Can they unlearn everything they thought they knew and let themselves desire the only person Destiny has said they were born to love? WARNING: I'm rewriting the story. Chapters with ✨'s are rewritten and contain new themes and storylines. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 18+

I'm catching feelings? for a nigga?? Ain't no way man. Somebody help me.

She saves his life. He decides she belongs to him. A wounded Lycan King crashes into Evangeline's peaceful life during a storm. Valério is a Lycan King from a world where monsters rule and weakness has no place. Evangeline is a simple 21st-century herbalist who dreams only of peace. She lives a quiet life, convinced that nothing will ever disrupt her daily routine. Until him. They do not speak the same language. They do not belong to the same world. They should not even exist in the same reality. Yet, from the moment they meet, their souls recognize each other. Between burning desire and fear of the unknown, between unspoken secrets and love, they will have to learn to understand one another despite everything that separates them. For their meeting is not the result of chance. It was written long before they were born. And what if the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one awakening within them?

Dominic Romano rose as the youngest mafia king the city had ever feared. Brilliant, ruthless, untouchable - his empire thrived on the precision of his mind and the steel of his hands. No one dared question him, though countless conspired to see him fall. And yet, in the midst of shadows and betrayal, he found himself drawn to the one man he should have avoided. Ethan Cross, the city's most infamous assassin. What began as curiosity turned into obsession, a dangerous hunger neither could resist. But their union was a spark in a room full of gasoline, and soon every glance, every touch, threatened to ignite a war that could burn them both alive.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

Lucas is a mafia boss. Everybody expects him to be ruthless, cold and scary. To the people he seems like a traditional mafia boss. But underneath he is soft boy. Never had a kiss, is still a virgin but pretends he fucked every woman imaginable. Nobody expects the mafia boss to be uncomfortable when a woman touches him. But he is. Arya is the type of person who looks at you and you apologize even though she didn't say anything. She escaped an abusive relationship, does what everybody is afraid to do, doesn't care about other's feelings. And certainly isn't looking for a boy who will wait however long she needs him to wait. Lucas never expected to meet a person like Arya cold, calm and always one step ahead. Arya never expected to meet a boy who acts tough but is a sweet, shy guy. She isn't like every other secretary he ever had. She is the exact opposite. Best places 5th - good boy 8th - goldenretriever 10th - alcoholism 6th - slowlove 2nd - slowromance 2nd - non-teen 6th - intimacy 2nd - shyguy Photos are not mine. Credits to the owners. Don't repost this is my original work

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

Time stretches out, the beat of my heart like a ticking clock. Spit it out. I slowly look down at his lips, making it as clear as possible. Rhys's breath hitches in his throat, and my heart soars. "He's my best friend," I whisper. *** Maverick and Rhys have been best friends for as long as they can remember. But when a photo of Maverick kissing a boy goes viral, they find themselves growing apart. Between a clingy girlfriend, constant social pressures, and hectic lacrosse games, Maverick and Rhys find it increasingly more difficult to ignore the inevitable changes to what they've always known. *** Notable Rankings! #48 on boyxboy list 🏳️‍🌈 #93 on lgbt list #15 on bisexual list #7 on gayaf list *** Warnings and Disclaimers inside--please read them!