One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Grayson Summers has loved Talia Chase since kindergarten-but while she barely remembers him, he's never stopped watching from afar. When fate brings them closer after a championship night, long-buried feelings begin to surface. *** Sometimes, the guy falls in love first. Deeply. In kindergarten, she gave him a flower. She forgot her kindness, but he would always remember. No matter how many girls Grayson Summers dates or hooks up with, he can never forget Talia Chase. Accidentally labeled as the high school's womanizer, he continuously collects more and more problems. Too scared of rejection, Grayson has never asked Talia to be his, and only spends his time hopelessly dreaming. Talia is confused. Her friends have told her Grayson Summers is not a guy who smiles or is kind, but Talia swears she has seen him act both of those ways before. The universe has plans. After the night of the basketball state championship, Talia finds herself questioning Grayson's true reasons behind his actions as the two grow closer together. *** Warning: this story contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, and sexual content

Vivian Summers is destined to graduate summa cum laude this spring, the highest academic honor. The accomplishment is just within reach when Chemistry 101 grasps her by the foot and pulls her away. Stuck taking a forgotten lower-level science class, managing an internship to get a full-time job offer, and working a part-time job at the country club, Vivian had a lot to handle this semester. Daniel Larson is here to help. He is in his second year of medical school, hails from an old money family...oh, and he's the disgustingly handsome teacher assistant in Vivian's chemistry class. A couple of failing quiz grades forces Vivian to accept Daniel's insistent offer to tutor her, forcing them to share a small office, one night a week, together. Vivian quickly learns more about chemistry, and not just the boring science kind. The kind of chemistry she never imagined herself having, craving, needing-something that only romance novels can describe.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. Three years of my life didn't just disappear. They were ripped out of my mind. I woke up to a man holding my hand, whispering how much he loved me. Lev. Everyone says he's a saint. That I'm lucky that a perfect guy stuck by me-through the alcoholism, the depression, the accident. The doctors promised a full recovery. It isn't happening. And deep down, I know it isn't because of the amnesia. Because why does my skin crawl every time Lev smiles? When he locks the bedroom door at night? Everyone has the exact same story for that Tuesday. A late dinner. Me driving out to pick up a limited-edition vinyl. And then... the accident. It all sounds too smooth. Too rehearsed. And the only piece missing? My story. But remembering might just be worse than forgetting. My mother dodges the question. Aleksandr, my best friend, won't look me in the eye when I ask, shutting down the second I bring it up. Lev built a cage and called it a home. He is just waiting for me to settle back into his darkness. Because that's what happens to girls like me. We stay quiet. We obey. And then we disappear. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. • • • 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 & 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫)

17 year old Arya Cadel is the sweetest girl you'll ever meet. With a heart full of joy she loves to see the good in people. However, she likes to focus on one thing and one thing only. School. And that's because of her parents. He's mean. He's dangerous. He's cruel. Rome Black is his name. When you hear it, you better run for the hills. But she doesn't. Why? Simply because she loves to see the good in people. What happens when innocence and sinful meet?

"I would've made you scream at least seventeen times. Orgasm five and cry once..." ... August Lance is a man who built his world on precision, control, and ruthless standards, the young, untouchable owner of the most luxurious hotel in the city, where perfection is not an aspiration but an expectation. Jasmine Hale lives in an entirely different reality, balancing survival, sacrifice, and responsibility as a dancer at Red Roses, a life she never dreamed of but cannot afford to escape. Their worlds collide one sleepless night when August pays ten thousand dollars for a private dance he never touches, a moment that should have faded into memory but refuses to disappear. Days later, fate delivers a cruel twist when Jasmine unknowingly walks into August's hotel as a newly hired maid, only to be fired within minutes under circumstances neither of them fully understands.

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

Velvet & Vows: Diego Russo (Spin-off) ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Diego Russo Second in command of the Las Vegas Mafia and his brother's right hand, a player who never settles and never apologizes. Together they rule over the West Coast... He owns the night, the streets, and everyone who dares to stand in his way. Untouchable and unbreakable. Until the FBI drags him down on federal drug charges and the empire he helped build starts to crack. Now the only person who can get him out isn't family, isn't loyalty, isn't blood... it's her... Serafina Eléonora Laurent Criminal defence lawyer. Daughter of Jean-Luc Laurent, founder of the most powerful law firm on the West Coast. Raised in privilege, educated in power, conditioned to win. She wears control like a second skin and walks into court knowing the verdict bends in her favor. To the world, she is discipline and legacy. To herself, she is curiosity wrapped in restraint. She doesn't chase danger... she dissects it. And when Diego Russo becomes her client, she doesn't save him. She finds his survival... ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Preview... I exhaled and leaned back, chains clinking. "So... Laurent," I said, voice softer but still amused. "Are you always this mean, or is it just my lucky day?" Serafina finally turned to me fully. Up close, she was worse. Dangerous. Beautiful. Untouchable. "You're not funny," she said. I smirked. "Everyone says that. Right before they fall for me." She looked at my handcuffs. Then at me. "I'm not here to fall for you, Diego Russo," she said, voice low. "I'm here to keep you out of prison." I tilted my head. "Same thing, sweetheart." Her eyes darkened. "Never call me that." My grin widened. Oh... This was going to be fun. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘༻✦༺⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ In a city built on sin, power is everything. And mercy is never free. #1 mobster 02/21/2026

What happens when brooding quarterback, Holden Steele, falls for a broken girl? ********* All artistic eighteen-year-old, Savannah Raine, wanted when she joined university was a fresh start. A blank canvas that wasn't mired by the memory of her dead brother or her psychotic ex boyfriend. She had no intention of spattering paint on her otherwise bland love life. She didn't mean to get caught up in his cold grey eyes, but the heart was an unforseen organ and maybe her's craved pain. No one could blame her though, certain not the female population. You see, it's impossible to resist a bad boy that is a good man. Even harder when he came in the form of brooding quarterback, Holden Steele. For two years, he had been content with admiring her from afar, but when fate-or rather a cramped collage bathroom-brings them together, he's intent on making her his.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.