A long-awaited miracle shakes the Romano family to its core: the birth of Anastasia, the first girl in four generations. However, this joy turns into terror when the bitter and cruel rival, Russians kidnap Amelia, the donna of the Italian mafia... three days later, Anastasia vanishes without a trace... Time skip to 16 years later Anastasia is no longer the innocent, sweet little girl instead she is now a cold, dangerous, and the most feared Assassin. not only that but she also becomes the donna of the British mafia What happens when Anastasia's Abusive foster father dies and she finds out that she has a father and 6 brothers will secrets be shared between the broken family?

𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐈 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 "𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇k" 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 had everything a child could dream of. Warmth, wealth, protection, and a legacy built on loyalty and blood. As the cherished Marino daughter, she belonged to a world where her family stood as unshakable pillars. But things change... and sometimes they shatter. In less than a year, Lucia lost everything she knew: her parents, her brothers, her place in the world. Everyone assumed that the Marino princess had died. But the truth was far crueler. Lucia didn't die... she was dragged into a darkness that devoured everything she once was. Years of being broken, rebuilt, and broken again followed. Still... she survived. She found people who loved her without conditions, who helped her stand again when she no longer remembered how. And just when she finally believed she had everything she needed, her family finds her, pulling her back into a world she thought she had lost forever. But the shadows of the past cling to her... reminding her that some things are not finished with her just yet. -Azalea

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

An all-consuming love, forged in darkness, fated by tragedy. When she marries the King of Night, she doesn't just gain a husband. She gains a prison, a kingdom, and a bond that defies death itself. --- At sixteen, Veyla stumbled into a world no mortal was meant to enter. She was only trying to find her sisters. Instead, she was taken. Before she could escape, she was chosen as the bride of the Night King, a terrifying figure cloaked in darkness, whose face no one sees. Veyla ran before the crown could touch her head. Years later, she lives with the consequences. Her dresses turn black. Her lips can't hold color. And at night, he calls to her. Always the same voice. Always the same words: Come back to me. Perfect for fans of dark fantasy romance, fated mates, and all-consuming love stories. One click now to enter the Night King's world, where passion is power, and love is the most dangerous magic of all.

She was everything. His sanity. His escape. His fucking life. Without her, the world bled into madness; with her, it burned in colors he never thought he could see. She wasn't just a part of him-she was him. The blood in his veins, the rhythm of his heart, the one truth in a universe built on lies. He would worship the ground her feet touched, his devotion deeper than prayer, holier than religion. For her, he would betray kings and crown himself a monster. He would turn the world inside out, make the sky bleed, tear down every soul who dared to stand between them. She was his salvation and his destruction, the one obsession that consumed him whole. And still... she ran. Knowing his hunger. Knowing he breathed her name like oxygen. Knowing he would chase her, hunt her, burn the earth raw until she was in his arms again. She ran-thinking she could hide, thinking she could escape the chains of fate. But there was no escape from him. She was his. His to love, his to break, his to worship, his to ruin. When he found her-and he would-she would never leave again.

The palm of my hand stung because of the slap and I clenched it hard, as I walked away from him. I came to halt, when he caught my wrist in his hand. My eyes widening, I turned around. His eyes held a glittering fire, he yanked me backwards making me fall on his chest he whispered, "Stop walking away from me, Love." My hands on his chest tried to push him away, but his grip tightened he pulled me closer to him making my breath hitch. His eyes were staring in mine, I averted mine fiercely trying to avoid his gaze. My eyes landed on his cheek, where I slapped him not two minutes ago and it made me wonder. What shameless man was he, for if it was any other male they wouldn't look my way another time. Didn't he feel an ounce of embarassment? He raised his hand with a slight smile, "You forgot something, Siya." My eyes slid towards his hand, with which my anklet dangled between us. I felt my eyes widened, I looked down. "My love, hate me all you want." His deep voice caught my attention, my eyes meeting his on their own accord. It was as if he had got closer than he was before, "But try to walk away from me? I am not sure I could handle that, Meri Jaan." ____________________ "If I want you desperately enough to light up my own business on fire for a single smile of yours, Siya Yuvaan Singh Chauhan, I doubt there is anything in this world I wouldn't do for you." -Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan. "Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, What I feel towards you goes beyond words, beyond the boundaries of languages and beyond the boundaries of this measely world. What I feel for you goes beyond the word 'hate'. It goes beyond your regrets, your guilt, and way beyond the love I could hold for any human being ever." - Siya Sharma. A perfect example for hell? An obsessed stalker, Forced marriage and constant crumbling respect. I welcome you to, Siya and Yuvraaj's journey. The tainted black heart, The red shade...it was her stain. Check the book for full description.

I sinfully loved the position we were in. "touch me like you want to" He says hoarsely. Jesus! Is it me or is the weather getting hot. For a moment, I raise my had to touch him but then again, he rejected my touch not too long ago and it hurt so now it's his turn to feel it. I hear him groan as he presses further into me. What's up with him? His hand that held my hurt leg pushes further up my thigh. "touch me 𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒, you know you want to" He says, his voice darker than usual. Yeah sure I want to but I'm not gonna if you say it like that. "touch me or I'll touch you and I guarantee that I'll do way more than just touching" --- Rose Smith Compared to her two sisters, Alyssa and Anais, Rose Smith, an American 18 year old highschool student, has always considered herself 'ugly', or so she thought until she crosses paths with the walking storm, Damián Valendez who's on a vacation in America. She thought the dangerously handsome and unimaginably sexy Italian devil to be just another client but little did she do know that she had been claimed by the most dangerous mafia boss in the whole of Italy. Damián Valendez With the amount of blood on his hands and cruelty in his demeanor, this 23 year old walking storm was destined to destroy anything he lays his hands on. That was until he came across a little precious rose and with the type of demanding man he is, he gets what he wants...and he wants her but is the feeling mutual? Will she fall for him or despise his existence? Will he fall for her or consider her a sex tool like the others? ...

He wanted a Queen, she had no need for a King. He wanted his mate, she wanted adventure. He wanted her close, and she wanted to stay away. But as we all know: Opposites attract.

He was born royalty a tri-breed prince, the first of his kind. She was just a human girl with fire in her heart and no idea the supernatural world even existed. But the moment he found her, the bond snapped into place; wild, forbidden, and far too early. She couldn't remember. He could never forget. He watched from the shadows, hungered in silence, torn between the duty of a king and the pull of a mate the universe marked for him. She grew up not knowing he'd already chosen her. But the heat between them only smoldered, scorching beneath every stolen glance, every gift left without a name, every moment she didn't understand and every one he couldn't stop himself from creating. Because some bonds don't wait. And love like theirs? It burns before it blooms.