MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. *The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.* *This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.* The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth, and strength through the power of friendship, and true love. With a punk twist. In 2010, living in suburban CHICAGO IL, Alice Mariposa Anderson, 19, wishes for a teenage dream of sex, drugs, romance and fame. A Punk Rock life is a fantasy that corrupts her daydreams every waking hour, and her love of music only fuels it--but it's a life that'll only come true if she abandons the strict religious rules of her parents Christian household, and takes a chance on her new punkstar neighbors across the street. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Harlow Silver is a 21 y/o drummer for an underground scene/punk band named Bloody Valentine, moving from a loud, trashy New York City apartment to a quiet house in Chicago to escape his grim, horrific past. While also seeking out answers only Chicago could give him. But when he moves in across the street from a prudent, annoying, religious girl looking to bust out from her protective shell, he's forced to face his fears and break through the mental barriers that bind him to his trauma. And maybe, just maybe, love again. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. A.U.

Highest ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction -- "Sunshine, what guy do you know has a weird fetish with sign language?" She's the aftermath of a high school party nightmare. Tragedy robbed her of her innocence and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court called her a liar, and the guilty was set free. Now memories plague her mind and trap her in solitude. She was forced to learn sign language, struggling to find a way to voice her silence. He's the definition of the boy she tried to stay away from. The epitome of harsh rumors and hopeless fantasies. The source of lies and blame. He's analyzed, misunderstood, and utterly mysterious. And he may be the one to find her voice. When they meet, she gets accustomed to his arrogance and he gets accustomed to her silence. An essay is what brings them together, but what happens when he starts asking too many questions? Will her past continue to drag her down, or will he save her? Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, but it doesn't always work how it's supposed to. *different summary inside* "Perfect amount of tragedy, humor, and romance!" -Sparkles530 "I feel like I learned a lot from your story, thank you." - 980Sarah "This book is beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it on Wattpad." -AKRathan "I just want to say that Silently Falling was one of the best books I've ever read. It's so beautiful and heartwarming and the way you described the progress of their relationship was beautiful." -Rafyrofy "Perfect ending." -TaylorxTaterxTot COVER: Ensurel

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

What happens when a Mob Boss meets the woman ordered to kill him?

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

Book 1: Being rewritten _____________________ Charlotte Kineton is twenty-five, finishing college, and looking for something simple: a job that pays, a room that's quiet, a life that finally feels steady. When she interviews for a live-in nanny position with the enigmatic Mr. Darcy, she expects professionalism, distance, and a strictly temporary arrangement. What she doesn't expect is how quickly his house begins to feel like a place she belongs. Darcy never intended to complicate his life. A single father to five-year-old Ella, he runs his world with precision and restraint. He knows hiring Charlotte is dangerous. She is too sharp, too warm, too alive in a house built on order and quiet grief. But he hires her anyway, telling himself it's logic, when it's really instinct. What follows is a slow collision of glances held too long, conversations that linger, and emotions that refuse to stay professional. Charlotte grows attached to Ella. Darcy grows aware of Charlotte. Jealousy appears where it has no right to exist. Affection hides behind rules. Desire learns to whisper instead of shout. Hello, Mr. Darcy is a slow-burn romance about two people doing everything in their power to be responsible while falling into something undeniably reckless. It's a story of restraint that trembles, of longing wrapped in civility, and of a home that quietly becomes more than a place to live. Not love at first sight. But something far more dangerous

She is the Communicator of the New Area. The Communicators do the one job other humans are too afraid to do, communicating and preventing violence between wolves and humans. "My name is Alara. I'm the new Communicator. This is my first day. I-" "I know what Communicators are all about," he interrupts. "I've met many over the years. You speak of understanding and cooperation while your guns are loading behind your backs." "That's not-" "Save your diplomatic bullshit for someone who hasn't heard it before." His voice remains calm, which somehow makes it more terrifying. "I want the human who killed one of our own." "We have laws-" "Your laws." The contempt is undisguised now. "Your laws that somehow always find humans innocent of crimes against wolves. Your laws that punish a wolf's defense of territory as aggression. Your laws that treat us as animals when it suits you and as criminals when it doesn't." This is the first book in the series, so please don't expect anything perfect just yet. It's a first draft and a work in progress :)

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

"Oh, Lilith. When I die and you spit on my grave just know I'm under there with my mouth wide open." • • • As president of the Devils of Sin Motorcycle Club, my life has been steeped in darkness and trauma since the day I drew my first breath. Chaos is my inheritance. I need it to feel balanced-grounded-whole. The only people who matter are the ones who wear my cut. Loyalty begins and ends there. Women are nothing more than tools. Never to be wanted, only used-faces blurring together until they mean nothing at all. I live by a simple truth: death is always waiting at my door. Until a pretty doll drifts into my sights and forces me to feel something I thought was long dead. Alive. [18+] Mature Content Highest Ranking #1 - Bike #1 - Biker #1 - Dark Humor #1 - Motorcycle #1 - Seductive