"𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃... 𝐈'𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅." 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - the powerful, ruthless man behind Knight Industries has loved 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 ever since he was a child. But one misunderstanding cost him the best thing that had ever happened to him. Now filled with heartbreak and hatred, Ashling wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately for her, Theon Knight isn't a man who lets go. To him, Ashling has always belonged to him, and there is no way in hell he would ever let her walk away. So if getting her back means swallowing his pride, grovelling on his knees, and chasing her until she finally forgives him, then so be it. But while Theon fights to reclaim the woman he lost...another pair of dark eyes has already claimed her, and Theon Knight would rather destroy the world than lose her twice. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | A Romantic-Thriller

Trust is a weapon, betrayal the price. Pearl and Travis, locked in a battle of wills, once more. In a world where loyalty is currency and treachery the cost, who will truly wield the power? A broken bond, tested by deception-who will stand, and who will fall?" ➯ "I was running from danger. Kidnapping me, Travis? Very classic," I spat, rage curling hot in my chest. My fingers found the vase beside me - smooth, cold, heavy - and I didn't hesitate. I swung hard. He ducked just in time, but not fast enough. The glass sliced across his cheek, a ribbon of red blooming below his eye. He didn't even flinch. "You were covered in blood," he growled, voice cracking at the edge. "You died." "And you expect me to believe you saved me?!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest box and hurling it at him. It crashed into his shoulder with a dull thud, and this time - he stopped. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable, a storm swelling beneath silver. Blood welled slowly beneath the cut, trailing down his face like a single crimson tear. I stood there panting, chest heaving, the next object clenched in my fist like it was the only thing tethering me to control. If he took one more step, I'd throw it. I swore I would. Then - his voice came, low, almost a whisper. Not to me. Not really. "How do you... always seem to unravel everything?" "Get lost, Travis!" "You're in danger" he said breathlessly, raking his hand through his hair. "And when was your help ever needed?!" "You do not know what you're doing!" He yelled. "I guess things never change. We will always be screaming at each other's face but you wanna know the difference... I do not give a fuck about you, Travis!" He let out a breath, raking his hair. "Is your empire slipping? It's all crumbling, right? But guess what...this is just the fucking beginning!" He turned away, his hands still in his hair. "Your little charade, doesn't change shit! You should have let me die!" "I should have"

Before I was old enough to understand marriage, I was promised to Ronin Byrne. It was a match made to bind our families and tie my future to his. I was the girl from Ireland, raised to believe marriage was sacred and vows were kept for life. He was the heir to Boston's Irish mob, his father's crown waiting to pass to him the moment we said I do. I thought we were already partners. I thought he chose me. But Ronin set me straight the night I became his bride. In front of his men, our families, and everyone who mattered, he showed me exactly what the promises he made to me were worth. Nothing. He broke me with a smile as he walked away with another woman, leaving me in the wreckage of my own beliefs. He made his choice. So I made mine. I disappeared. I covered my tracks. I buried the girl he broke so deeply I hoped she would never resurface. But the past has a way of finding you, no matter how well you bury it. When the man I once trusted with my heart tracks me down to remind me that wives don't get to vanish and that I belong to him, he won't find the girl who loved him without question. She no longer exists. And if Ronin Byrne wants even a chance at earning back what he destroyed, he'll have to decide how much he's willing to bleed for it. I am Alannah O'Connell... and this is my heartbreak. Content & Historical Context Notice Faithless Vows is an emotionally intense romance set in the 1950s. It reflects the social attitudes, power dynamics, religious expectations, and criminal realities of the era. This book includes on-page and off-page cheating or infidelity, sexual content, coercive dynamics and emotional manipulation, public humiliation, attempted abduction or forced return, threats and intimidation, and historical organized crime elements. Some situations may be triggering for certain readers. Reader discretion is advised.

"What is it?" I asked. "I want you" He said making me widen my eyes. He looked into my eyes and then back to my lips, "Can I kiss you just one last time?" We were both so sure about breaking up one minute and the next we were acting like we never said those words. How will this work out? "Yes" I mumbled. He didn't waste a second and pressed his soft lips on mine. He held my face as he started kissing me urgently.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

My back hits the nearest wall, as he pushes me back and cages me in his arm. I can smell his intoxicating cologne as he leans closer and whispers, "That was a very bad move, doctor. When I say something, I expect it to be obeyed. So what were you thinking?" I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the time. I deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about." He smirks, the vein bobbing on his forehead, dangerously. "I won't run again." I say knowing that it's a lie. He has kept me against my will, and I will bolt the first chance I have. He knows it as well as I do. "You and I both know you'll run just as I loosen my grip, doctor, so here's what will happen if you do." I see red dots appear on him, my best friend and only family, Attorney General James Prescott. Tears well up in my eyes as I turn to the man in front of me. My shivering hands crawl up his chest as I beg. "Please- he isn't involved in this. Let him go." He seems unaffected. Cold. Calculative. "Let's make a deal. You run, defy me, or so much as breathe without my permission, I'll blow your cupcakes brains. Deal?" "Deal" I manage a muffled whisper. 🥀 Juniper Darlington is a saviour. A surgeon. Someone who sees life in people. Someone who loves. Zachariah Winchester is a killer. Leader of the largest crime syndicate and a painful past. He seems to have it all, but he doesn't. When Juniper and Zachariah cross paths, destiny rolls the dice and makes them unwilling players in a game of love, betrayal, revenge and heartbreak. Who falls in love, who walks away unscathed, that depends on how they play the game. A game with no rules. No limits. No boundaries. Contains explicit rape/abuse. Proceed with caution. I repeat PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Copyrights ©️ Eleanor Wilson

Sequel to 'The War God's Woman'. Ares, the God of War, is in love with a mortal named Sage. Can an interfering Eros help the lovers to reunite? [Cover made by Aurora_Drew_2007]

Warning: The following story is currently editing, please be patient. Soon you will be able to read it in better quality. Being the most conquering Alpha on the surface, seeking blood, hated and terrified by other packs Ares discovers that his mate is the complete opposite of him. Fiding his way for redemption will he be able to be with her and stop the bloodshed, that keeps him alive. Will Kayla's powers be able to save her pack and others? Will she be able to stay by her mates side after all of the suffer? 45th in UNNATURAL. ( this story is not fully edited. Be aware of that)