What We Kept Seya Stinson has spent six years helping other people find their happily-ever-afters. At thirty-five, the Omega matchmaker is perfectly content with her quiet apartment, predictable routines, and the certainty that some stories simply aren't meant for her. Then Darien Delarose walks into her office. Six years ago, they were strangers who kept finding each other by accident. A coffee shop. A farmers' market. A bookstore. Fleeting moments Seya barely remembers. Darien remembers every single one. Now he's an Alpha with a pack of his own, and Seya should be the last person he's looking for. Except Darien never came to Crescent Matchmaking because he wanted Seya to find him an Omega. He came because he finally found her. And Darien isn't the only one waiting to discover whether the woman he never forgot might fit into the life his pack has quietly been building all along. Four Alphas. One fiercely independent Omega. Six years of almost. Sometimes love isn't about finding something new. Sometimes it's about finally choosing what we kept.

#1 touchheranddie 22/08/26 #1 heatcycle 22/08/26 #1 alienromance 26/08/26 #1 onlyonebed 26/08/26 #1 possesivemmc 27/08/26 #1 breeding 28/08/26 #1 claimed 30/08/26 She signed for five years.
He decided it was forever. "Your body is already beginning to respond to me more rapidly than the models predicted." One contract.
One heat.
One alien male who has no intention of ever letting her go. Because some deals are written in ink... and others are sealed in sweat, scent, and the irreversible pull of a body that no longer belongs only to you.

A broke NYC waitress. A ruthless Bratva Pakhan. And a $500,000 debt that can only be paid at the altar. Lana James is a fighter, but when her deadbeat uncle gambles away his life at an underground casino, she becomes the collateral. To save him, she is forced to marry Lev Rostov-the terrifying, grey-eyed Pakhan of the New York Bratva. Locked in his fortress, Lana vows she will never bend to her stone-cold captor. But Lev didn't just want a wife. From the moment he saw her fiery red hair and fierce green eyes, he wanted her complete surrender. While Lana prepares to resist, she finds herself caught in Lev's web of power and obsession. As the Pakhan of the New York Bratva, Lev is determined to secure his legacy, and he views Lana as the key to his future. As rival empires circle to strike at Lev's new vulnerability, Lana must survive the dangers outside the fortress while navigating the complex emotions of her forced marriage and a betrayal that threatens to change everything. ⚠️ Reader Advisory & Tropes: This story contains themes and elements that may be sensitive for some readers. The following content is included: Dark Romance Themes: Features organized crime elements, debt, and underground gambling. Reproductive Themes: Includes breeding tropes, pregnancy focus, and lactation. Non-Consensual Dynamics: Contains plot elements involving medical procedures and power exchanges performed without prior consent. Violence: Use of firearms and depictions of physical danger related to criminal activity. Kink: Features light BDSM and power exchange dynamics.Intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Task Force 141 Personnel Notice Mission Status: Complete. Leave Status: Approved. Housing Assignment: Updated. Omega Assignment: Three. No operational briefing could have prepared Task Force 141 for Violet Ivy Thomason. A Comfort Omega who fills empty rooms with flowers, fresh bread, warm blankets, and quiet conversations. While two omegas count the days until reassignment, Violet unknowingly becomes the heart of Den 141, giving six battle-worn alphas something they haven't had in years: A reason to slow down. A place to rest. A home worth protecting. Because some battles aren't fought with rifles. Some are won with kindness.

He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips. "You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say boldly as I study his face as the light shines brilliantly above us like a casting spell, as though it recognises that this is a magical time between us. He teases, "And what was I about to start, Mila?" I can see what he wants in his hazel eyes, as they have a cast of lust in them, and I'm sure he can see it in mine. He is well aware of what he is doing to me and my body, as well as my want and need for more. . . . 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 She's lived her whole life trapped behind a wall of insecurities. She doesn't remember what it's like to be loved by a family. She's as innocent, naive, caring, smart and beautiful as someone can be. Her only fear being life. She's never known what it's like to be attracted to someone. Something that made her question her sexual identity multiple times. Wondering why she doesn't feel anything for any female or male. That is until she meets them. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧. #1 - men #1 - rough #10 - bi-sexual #11 - mature #40 - reverseharem #52 - innocent #158 - mafia Started - 01 May 2022 Finished- 02 September 2022 Cover idea & pins - @eroticdesires

*COMPLETED* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] A Dark Stalker Romance ❤︎ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 (Twisted obsession series #1) ❝Don't bother.❝ a gravelly voice rumbles from the shadows. It's the kind of sound that echoes the presence of a hidden, commanding force. ❝You're not getting away from me now, Mia. You're mine to do with as I please.❝ - Alex Bennett A Reminder This is a short story and also my first book, so please accept my apologies if you notice any mistakes in my writing or lack of detail, I kindly ask you do not to rude or bratty towards me because I will argue back :3 Highest Ranking! #2 in stalkerromance

"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

BULLY ROMANCE (bratva subplot) ______________ Anika Sokolov was thoroughly fed up of England, of the people, the men, of Oxford. She hated it. But it was better than what she used to have, back in Russia. Daughter of a politician, family with deep ties to the Bratva and a future carved in ice. But that was in the past, that was gone. Or so she thought. So she prayed. To be left alone. But life hated Anika almost as much as she hated life. Especially when it kept throwing Nathaniel Evensley at her. The Son of an Earl and the son of the devil himself. Nathaniel Evensley was a sadist and he had it out for Anika. Especially considering she 'ruined his life' last summer causing Nathaniel to loose any hope of becoming a rugby player. Anika thought she'd left him behind until General Wrath drags both her and Nate back to Abernathy and insists on a team building exercise between their quarrelling siblings. Anika couldn't think of anything worse than being trapped for a week with a man she despised. A six foot something, mullet haired, tattooed god of a man who looked like he wanted to rip her in half. It was a good thing Anika grew up with claws and learned how to use them. But every time she thinks she's escaping Nathaniel Evensley, she realises he's got his claws far deeper in her than she expected. And that was terrifying because no one broke into Anika's cold mask. Ever. And she'd be damned if she'd let Nathaniel Evensley be the first. Especially when he was so smitten with his fucking girlfriend. She wouldn't be waiting for him by his heels. She would not allow herself to be his little kitten. Ever. __________ #1st in Oxford #1st in nobility #1st in tension #1st in bullyromance __________ No smut warnings but loads of smut. Set in England First year of University Warnings in intro.

When you move planets because you realize your fiance isn't who you thought he was, things get a little spicy. Let's face the facts, you knew he was a douche, you just didn't want to be alone. Surprisingly, you are able to buy a house on this new alien planet without so much as a credit score. Odd, but you need somewhere to live and won't kick a gifted horse in the mouth. It doesn't take long for things to get interesting once you walk through the doors for the first time. Invisible touches, scorching lips, rumbling growls, and blinding orgasms cement your decision to stay far away from your ex. But possessive supernaturals never give up on things they believe to be their property.

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.