BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆

This isn't love. It's fixation. And it feels too good to let go. He doesn't follow rules. He rewrites them in blood. Ara Delane has her life in check - her salon is thriving, her past is sealed, and love isn't on the menu. Then she meets him; a quiet mechanic with hands like sin, eyes like confession, and a voice she feels in her spine. Angel doesn't just flirt. He studies. Watches. Waits. Because Angel isn't like other men. He's already been inside her world. Inside her life. Inside her phone. What sparks between them is immediate. Fast, hungry, addictive. But Angel's obsession runs deeper than attraction. He's not just drawn to Ara. He's fixated. And the people who've hurt her? They start disappearing. What begins as a connection she can't resist turns into a threat she can't escape. Angel is always there, somehow always watching, always one step ahead. And no matter how wrong it feels... She doesn't want him to stop. •••••••••••• Sensation is a dark romance with psychological thriller undertones-where obsession takes the place of courtship, and love walks hand-in-hand with control. It explores themes of dangerous intimacy, stalker-in-plain-sight tension, and morally gray devotion that blurs the line between protector and predator. Perfect for readers who crave romance with teeth, secrets with stakes, and men who don't just fall in love. They invade it.

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....

Ciara, Ends up falling pregnant with her abusive boyfriends baby. She left with the baby but is he truly gone out their life? Zane, Famous model, bunch of family secrets + history with mafia. He ends up noticing Ciara from a mile away.

I Saw Him First The day Scott McCall came to school after being bitten by a werewolf was supposed to be normal. At least as normal as Beacon Hills ever gets. Then Stiles Stilinski sees her. One look. One smile. One heartbeat. And suddenly Lydia Martin isn't the center of his universe anymore. Amara Johnson is. Rich, powerful, beautiful, and carrying secrets older than Beacon Hills itself, Amara belongs to a supernatural race known as the Aetheri-rare beings capable of controlling the elements and moving the world with a single thought. The moment she sees Stiles Stilinski, she knows exactly who he is. Her mate. Her forever. Her person. While Scott struggles with his new life as a werewolf and Beacon Hills becomes a magnet for supernatural chaos, Amara and Stiles find themselves building something neither of them expected. A home. A family. A love powerful enough to withstand hunters, alphas, kanimas, nogitsunes, and everything else the town throws at them. The only problem? Anyone who threatens Stiles quickly learns a terrifying lesson: Amara Johnson is sweet. Until someone hurts her boy. Then all bets are off. And if anyone asks why she's always defending him? The answer is simple. She saw him first.

Adanna Maddox is the eldest daughter of the Maddox family, a woman known for her striking beauty and unwavering independence. Beneath her composed and sweet demeanor lies a quiet strength and a deep sense of mystery. Ada has built her empire through resilience and determination, overcoming criticism and challenges with an unshakable resolve. She lives by her own principles. A woman of many talents, Ada's sharp mind and drive make her a formidable presence in any room. Xenon Bryan King Xenon Bryan King is the head of the Arabian Mafia and a billionaire whose name commands both fear and respect. As the sole survivor of the powerful King family, Xenon has forged his path through relentless ambition and an uncompromising approach to power. The weight of his past has hardened him into a cold and calculated leader, one who trusts no one and expects nothing less than absolute loyalty. "You agreed to marry me so easily," I said, my voice light, almost teasing. "How do you know I'm any different? That I won't try to trap you, like her?" Xenon turned to me slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer, but then his eyes locked onto mine, sharp and icy. "You could never trap me," he said, his voice calm but slicing through the air like a blade. I blinked, caught off guard by how effortlessly ruthless he sounded. His gaze didn't waver. "Unlike her, you lack the power, the cunning, and the capability to even try." The words hit me hard, but before I could evenprocess the sting, he added, "And as for trapping me with a child... that would require something I'd never give you." My chest tightened as his meaning sank in. He wouldn't give me a child because he wouldn't ever sleep with me. His expression remained cold, detached. "Don't mistake this marriage for something it's not, Ada. You're here for convenience, nothing more."

When successful and fiercely independent event planner Naomi Carter wakes up in a luxurious Las Vegas hotel suite with a pounding headache and a glittering diamond ring on her finger, she realizes she's in big trouble. Her trouble is six-foot-four of sinfully good looks, arrogance, and power: Luca Romano, heir to one of the most notorious Italian mafia families.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.