Omertà-the Mafia's sacred code of silence. No talking to cops. No betraying the family. No mercy for those who break it. Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti lives by it. As the ruthless don of Chicago's most powerful Italian syndicate, he's built an empire on blood, loyalty, and unbreakable rules. Until Aaliyah Brooks. One glance at her soft curves, warm brown skin, and innocent smile shatters his control. She's light in his world of shadows-sweet, trusting, untouched by violence. He should stay away. Instead, he claims her. Obsesses over her. Vows to protect her at any cost. But in Enzo's world, love comes with secrets. And when danger targets what's his, he'll enforce omertà the only way he knows how: silently, brutally, without her ever knowing the bodies he buries to keep her safe. She's his salvation. He's her damnation. And once she's his, there's no escaping the don who broke his own code for her. A/N : This book has a lot of smut (they do it almost all the time) 🥲 and this book has a brand new story line

I was just a college girl out with my best friend. He was the older stranger who watched me like he already knew me. One ride home turned into something I can't explain... and something I'm not sure I should want. All I know is this: he's not normal, and nothing about that night was an accident. This is my first book, I've never written before, so please be kind and patient😭💗 #5 - interracial (15 Dec 2025)

Raya Monroe, a 25-year-old Black woman with long blonde hair and eyes dulled by years of surviving a harsh, loveless life, never believed in magic. She found solace only in books-especially ones about fairies and elves, where beauty bloomed and destiny meant something. One night, she falls asleep with a tattered fantasy novel pressed to her chest... and awakens in a stone church beneath stained glass skies, surrounded by strangers who call her Arcane-a rare fairy with healing power strong enough to mend the broken world. But the people who summoned her didn't save her-they imprisoned her. To them, she's a tool. A weapon. A means to an end. Then comes Prince Syrius, a golden-haired royal with soft lies and cruel hands. He promises love-but only gives control. Just when hope seems lost, she's rescued by Ten Exiled Elves, each a mystery, each scarred by the realm's twisted fate. They do not want to use her. They want to follow her. Now, Raya-no, Arcane-must decide: Will she continue healing a world that only seeks to break her? Or will she rewrite the story she woke up in-with the ten beautiful, dangerous Elves who would destroy the world to keep her safe?

In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

Rule #1: Date within your circle. Rule #2: Uphold the family image. Rule #3: Never, ever get distracted. Carter Vanderbilt has followed the rules his entire life. As the golden boy of the conservative elite, his path was set: marry a suitable girl, run the family empire, and maintain the status quo. His current fling, Ashley, is the perfect "pick me" placeholder-until Meredith Bridges walks in. Meredith is kindness and light, a beautiful black woman who represents everything his world is not. And Carter can't look away. His fascination quickly twists into a dangerous obsession, making him question every belief he's ever held. Ashley isn't about to let some "sweetheart" steal her trophy. She's played the game too long to lose now. Watch as a man's entire world unravels for an obsession that was never part of the plan. He was taught to build walls. She's the reason they'll crumble.

An impossible debt. A dangerous offer. A love that could ruin or redeem them. For her entire life, Amara Johnson has lived in a bubble. Sheltered and coddled by her loving but average family, her world is small, safe, and predictable. That all shatters when she follows her brother to Tokyo for a fresh start. But her brother's secret gambling habit plunges them into a nightmare. He didn't just borrow money-he borrowed from Kenzo Sato, the most feared and powerful Oyabun of the Yakuza in Japan. Now, to protect her brother's life, Amara must leave her quiet job at the bank and work off his massive debt in Kenzo's front: an exclusive, members-only cafe in the heart of Shinjuku. She's out of place, naive, and terrified. And she's utterly captivating to him. Kenzo Sato is a vision of controlled chaos-sharp suits over intricate tattoos, a piercing gaze that sees everything, and a billionaire empire built on power and respect. He is everything her sheltered life taught her to fear. To Amara, he's utterly terrifying. To Kenzo, she's an exotic breath of fresh air-a innocence he never knew he craved. He makes her a new offer: become his exclusively. His companion. His obsession. In return, her brother's debt vanishes and she will want for nothing. It's a gilded cage that promises to lift her from poverty and change her life forever. Caught between fear and a fierce, unexpected attraction, Amara must navigate a world of danger, luxury, and dark desire. Can her sheltered heart survive the ruthless world of the Yakuza? Or will the man who owns her debt also claim her heart?

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

In the golden age of Hollywood, Jameson Hart is America's sweetheart-a dashing, blue-eyed film star with golden hair, a killer smile, and the leading man in every woman's fantasy. But the only woman who has ever truly had his heart is Clara Hart-his radiant, devoted wife. A graceful, brilliant Black woman with a warm laugh and a sharp intuition, Clara is the anchor of their quiet life at home with their 3-year-old son, David. While the tabloids speculate on co-star romances and secret scandals, Jameson remains the picture-perfect family man, attending red carpets by night and making pancakes for Clara and David in the mornings. But their picture-perfect world begins to crack when tragedy strikes the silver screen. One by one, the leading ladies of Jameson's recent films are found murdered-each discovered in their dressing rooms with a single, eerie calling card: a set prop from the film they starred in with Jameson. A perfume bottle, a bloodied script, a broken vanity mirror. The scenes are staged with obsessive detail. The city is in a panic. Whispers circle. Reporters flock. Suspicion sharpens. And Jameson Hart is the prime suspect. Though the public begins to doubt him, Clara never does. Not for a moment. Fiercely loyal and quietly brilliant, Clara begins her own quiet investigation alongside the police detective assigned to the case. Her instincts tell her that someone is watching them. That the killer is playing a game-a dangerous script leading to a final scene. The murders grow closer to home. The clues are more theatrical. Clara discovers a chilling pattern in the killer's timing and realizes the next victim is already marked.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⋆ 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚎𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛-𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛. ⋆ ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘦𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⋆ ────