𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

College was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to figure out who you are and where you belong. But falling for your best friend's sister was never part of the plan. Neither was falling for her wife. Between late-night talks, quiet moments that linger too long, and the fear of losing everything you care about, you begin to understand that love is rarely simple. It's messy, beautiful, and sometimes the very thing that helps you find yourself. ⚠️ Please read the tags before continuing. If none of those themes sound appealing to you, this may not be the right story for you.

"You belong to us." Arden's thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips while Silas' hands explore my flushed skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "I belong to you!" I cry out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Valencia has always lived on the edge, fleeing from one place to another. When she finally escapes her toxic ex, she finds refuge in a luxurious penthouse shared with two dangerously sexy men. Life feels blissful, until dark secrets emerge. Can Valencia trust the men who ignite a fire within her, or will she succumb to the weight of betrayal? warning: •polyamory •mature scenes (18+) •whirlwind romance

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She walked into my bar with a fake name and eyes that carried centuries of expectation. I don't know why a woman like her-refined, controlled, clearly hiding from a past that spans oceans-is sleeping in the spare room of my Queens loft. She says she's a nobody. But I watch the way she holds a wine glass. The way a British accent slips into her vowels when she's tired. The way she stands like she's never had to slouch for survival. My name is Noah Thorne. I'm a bar manager. I'm loyal. I'm a protector. And I'm about to become the only thing standing between her and the people who want her back in a cage. They call her the Golden Bird. But they forgot the most important rule: Cages break. And when they do, I'll be the one to teach her how to fly.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Part two- Cyber Wife Malayiah's life turned upside down when her parents separated after her dad's infidelity. Forced to leave the familiar behind, Malayiah and her mother moved to a parish, hoping to start fresh. The new house they moved into had an unexpected neighbor - the boy Malayiah met at his birthday party when they were kids. Coincidence would have it that Malayiah transferred to the same school as him. Complicating things further was the baggage Malayiah carried from her ex-boyfriend, who had exposed her in a painful way. Now, as young adults, Malayiah and Tyrese found themselves caught in a web of denied emotions. Both fought their growing feelings for each other, trying to resist the pull of attraction amidst the complications of their pasts. Will they surrender to the love story unfolding between them, or will they continue fighting the undeniable connection? "Fighting Feelings" is a tale of young love, past hurts, and the struggle to let go and trust again. ---

Basketball was in her blood, but LaMelo Ball made her want to set the whole damn court on fire. Theresa Young doesn't play games. She runs things quietly from the sidelines, calling shots behind the camera while the league watches her brother light up the court. Her situationship with Jalen Johnson? Chill. Uncomplicated. Safe. But when Charlotte's finest shows up with that cocky grin and too much swagger for one man, everything changes. LaMelo Ball is all attitude and bad timing. He gets under her skin-then under her guard. What starts as petty jabs and passive glances turns into something hotter, heavier, harder to ignore. Now Jalen's noticing. LaMelo's circling. And Theresa's stuck between the boy who never claimed her and the one who might just ruin her carefully built peace. The pressure's building. The season's heating up. And some fouls don't get called until it's too late. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. While it includes real-life figures and settings, not everything will align with how things are in real life. Some details have been changed, imagined, or exaggerated for the sake of the story. Please remember this is purely fictional and should be enjoyed as such!

"Barefoot, she fled to a world severed from me. I let her vanish. I let her hide. I let her chase the illusions of freedom, for I know that when her feet tire, when she collapses to her knees, I will always be there to cradle the bruises on her ankles . . . and bind them the same." • • • • • He once held her like a sacred secret, until she learned the curse was him all along. And when his demons drenched her in red, there was nothing left to do but let the consequences storm. In a fractured world reeking of sin and blood, there are no winners- only ruin. A prophecy waits to wake in the hands of the girl who shapes an Arcane's obsession. But little does he know: she has memorized the spine and gravity of what makes his marrow breathe. And if he dares to cage her now, she will twist the chains of their fate until they cut into his own flesh. The only problem? The bastard will endure it with a smile. If not, then carve himself a little deeper just to be closer to her heart.

Kisses with a threat...love with a motive. Sienna never expected her best friend to betray her, or the man waiting on the other side of that betrayal to be powerful, controlling, and impossible to ignore.