Luna Age: 22 Occupation: Part-time barista, jobless and staying with three manipulative roommates. Background: Soft-spoken, gentle, naive, believes in second chances. Dark hair, Bambi brown eyes, medium-length hair, dresses like an early 2000s movie star. Grew up in an orphanage, very trusting. Appearance: Wears a cute pink sleeveless mini frock just below the knee, shiny loose hair, minimal makeup (moisturizer, powder, eyeliner, vanilla body mist). Endrit Bianchi Age: 33 Occupation: Weapons trafficker, political puppetmaster, owns clubs, casinos, and businesses. Background: Emotionless, brutal, calculated. Hates liars, kills without mercy, distrusts women due to his past. Harbors a dark secret. Appearance: Sharp suits, cold eyes, commanding presence, always armed. Opening Scene: A newly opened, exclusive club in Rome called Inferno, known for its strict entry rules and heavy security. The club is a front for Endrit Bianchi's illicit activities. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: ⚠️ As the story flows, it will get very unhinged and might make you go "WTF." If you have a kind heart ❤️, maybe skip this one - and please, no hate 🚫. It's just a fantasy written by a single, lonely MBA student 🎓 trying to overcome stress.

Atlas has wanted Lana for the longest time... he was only able to stay away because he always had her by his side But when Lana suddenly decides to resign, Atlas realized that the crush he had harbored for so long was about to slip away Lana is convinced that she and Atlas could never be First she was older than him Second he was her boss... But Atlas wanted her and what he wants... he always gets ---- "Why have you been ignoring me?" I asked her angrily "I- I .. Atlas please, we shouldn't be here" she stuttered out "I own the fucking building Lana, we can be anywhere I want" I said pissed that she was trying to avoid the topic "You left me" I said softly, not being able to hide my hurt anymore "I didn't leave you Atlas" she whispered softly "Yes you fucking did" I growled at her

Milan, a successful lash tech in Atlanta, meets Saint, a man serving time in prison, through a random TikTok Live.

**COMPLETED AND UNDERGOING EDITING** Note: The title's not a typo. His fingers traced up my arms as I steadily backed away, stopping only when I felt the wall. His feather light touch sent satisfying shudders down my spine. He leaned in and kissed my collarbone and slowly moved up, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I hissed and reached up to stop him. "Ash!" I chastised. He looked into my eyes with his own, the blue in his glazed over with desire, "Hm?" "We can't. Not now." He let out a low whimper, "Then when?" He'd never been so persistent before. It was the wine. What if your kingdom was on the verge of destruction, and the only thing that you could do to stop it is marry an intolerant, rudimentary, blue-blooded man who you detested since birth? The king of Sedalia has passed away, bringing two kingdoms on the verge of war. Evelyn must marry Prince Ashton in order for him to take over the kingdom as the rightful heir. How will this arrangement work out, if at all? Will Evelyn succeed with all the duties of being Queen, nonetheless being the wife of a highnASS?

Aldo Accardi. A retired mafia man after the killing of his pregnant beloved. He took revenge and was done. He decided it was time to step down and hand it over to his brother. Years after the incident he's now moved to the forest in an unknown place none of his family knows of. He was lonely... well until them. Yadora Marie Alfia is a single mom living down in June's creek. She likes the quiet near the small town but after living there for some time it got lonely... well until him. ***Thank you guys so much all the love! I'm so excited for you to read this book and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Three lives torn between two marriages. Who is right and who is wrong?

When 18 years old Rooh fall in love with her 30 years old tutor

sin noun plural noun: sins an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. - Even the demons in her mind are afraid of her thoughts. ** THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ** Copyrighted. © feb2015-mar2015

"House of Desires" In a world without rules, Devraj, his wife Naini, adopted son Arush, and old flame Sandhya create a home where love, lust, and breastfeeding bind them in raw intimacy. Naked truths, shared bodies, and open hearts define their days. When Dev's cousin Pooja falls for Arush, she joins their no-shame sanctuary-only to unknowingly bring danger. Rayan, obsessed with Naini, uses her to snatch Naini away to his glass mansion, where obsession turns into a twisted, possessive love. As Naini faces Rayan's dark hunger, back home, a shy visitor named Raksh stirs new desire with Pooja. This is a tale of broken rules, shared cravings, and a house where love tastes like milk-and no one leaves untouched.

BOOK ONE OF THE "BROKEN" SERIES "He looked like Heaven. She felt like Fire." Blaise Nightshade. A small, feisty, and vulgar high schooler with a rocky past and no future. She hides behind her snarky attitude and sexual innuendos to hide from the fact that she's broken, and it's been that way since she was thirteen. Saint Donovan. A nerdy, shy, and adorable Australian who just so happens to be new to Blaise's school. With some secrets of his own and an interest in Blaise, the two become an oddly perfect pair. As the two grow closer, so does the feeling that some things are about to change. And Blaise has a feeling that they'll change for the worst. ~~~ "There'll be a lot more where that came from. I just need you to go and sit down, okay babygirl?" He mumbles huskily. Blaise, still stuck in a trance, slowly nods her head with a dazed look in her eyes. "O-okay." He squeezes her hip. "No more outbursts?" Blaise plays with her fingers and nods shyly. "Words, baby." She blinks up at him with wide eyes. "Okay, Saint. N-no more outbursts." He kisses her forehead. "That's my girl." 6/18/20 - 7/20/22