They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.

Eli underestimates the $100k contract he signs with a diabolical, brat-taming dom. Warning: BDSM, Control, Panties

She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age. They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business. What could go wrong? NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL Book cover photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/2533343533874362/ Started: 7/7/24 #1 in ENGLISH ~ 2/8/24 #1 in LAWYER ~ 14/8/24 #1 in POLY ~ 29/8/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 27/09/24 (My birthdayyyyy) #1 in DOMINANCE ~ 22/10/24 #1 in SEXY ~ 20/4/25 #1 in RH ~ 29/5/25 #1 in GRUMPYXSUNSHINE ~ 6/10/25

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

"I don't want your love, Printsessa. I want your obedience." To end a brutal blood war between two ruthless empires, Elena Romano is forced into a marriage she never chose with Dante Morozov, the Bratva's most feared heir. He is cold, calculating, and untouchable. A man who rules through violence and silence, whose stare cuts sharper than any blade. From the moment they wed, Dante makes one thing clear: Elena is not his wife-she is the price of peace. But peace was never his intention. As enemies close in and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Dante's dangerous obsession shifts from control to possession. His protection is suffocating. His devotion, lethal. And Elena-the woman who swore she'd never love a man drenched in blood begins to notice the cracks beneath his armour... especially when his hands tremble every time her life is threatened. In a world of mafia wars, forced marriage, and deadly secrets, one truth becomes unavoidable: You don't escape the man who owns your heart. Or the man who owns your life. Dark Mafia Romance | Forced Marriage | Possessive Anti-Hero | Enemies to Lovers | Bratva x Mafia If you think you can survive Dante Morozov... think again.

I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away. "You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly. "Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who lays his hand on you. On what's mine." I said and crashed my lips onto hers. I kissed her roughly and possessively, I made her know who she belonged to. And if anyone said otherwise, they'd have to deal with a bullet in their head. * * * Nicholas 'Ace' King - Don of the Italian Mafia and the most feared person around. Dove Winchester - A bright college student, with a fire inside her only a few know about. When Dove bumps into the Mafia king at her favourite café, how will he react? She seems to bump into him in various places that her friends say it's fate... but is it? Will Dove grow closer to Nicholas and put his past behind them or will she question all her morals to be with him? Will Nicholas learn to love or will he be dragged down with his bloody past? Keep Reading to find out! #1 in Passion #1 in College #1 in Café #1 in Blue Eyes #1 in Rich #1 in Beautiful #1 in Bad Past #1 in Girl #1 in Guy #1 in Jealousy #1 in Hot Guys #2 in Italian #2 in Bad ass #3 in Dark Romance #4 in Singer #4 in Mafia #5 in Billionaire #6 in Possessive #11 in Friends & Family #11 in College Stories #12 in Love