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.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

[COMPLETE BUT SEVERELY UNEDITED] 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐀𝐢𝐬𝐨 is sharp tongued, relentless and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of. When a mission fails, she's left trapped in the hands of a man more dangerous than the ghosts chasing her. And just when the smoke starts to clear she realizes this isn't over. It's only just begun... 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 is cold blooded when necessary, charming when it benefits him and deadly no matter the hour. As the heir to a criminal empire, loyalty is everything. But Royal? She's the first thing in years he can't control. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── Thrown together by a war they didn't start, forced to trust when trust could kill them both, Royal and Nico walk a fine line between power, vulnerability and love. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "You're not supposed to root for them. But you will." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱

Kael Draven has known violence his entire life. Losing his parents at a tender age from a rogue attack forced him to grow up and raise his sister, making him overly possessive and protective of those close to him. Adora Blackwell never expected to be part of the supernatural world. Losing her mother and with her father being absent in her life, she's used to being independent and not trusting. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing mark, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed half-witch who dares to defy him at every turn. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEM ------ This book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------ ©️ queen_b_4. 2025. All rights reserved.

By Kiki .L She met him before she even knew his name. It was supposed to be just another night-scrubbing tables, dodging sleazy comments, and surviving the greasy hellhole she worked at to pay for law school. But when she approached the table of seven silent men, cloaked in wealth and something far colder, she felt it-that shift in the air, like a predator had just gone still. "We're closing in 34 minutes," she snapped, exhausted and done pretending. One of them stared. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. Just watched her like he could tear her apart and piece her back together in ways she'd never recover from. Mikhail Volkov hadn't spoken since he was a child. He didn't need to. His silence was legendary. His cruelty, worse. He ruled from the shadows-Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva, a ghost draped in blood and billions, with an empire stretching from Moscow to New York and Boston bowing at his feet. No one dared cross him. No one walked away after seeing him for who he really was. But she did. She saw something she wasn't meant to. A gun. A body. And him-eyes dead, jaw clenched, waiting. She ran. He followed. And from that night on, her life was no longer her own. PG16 | Dark Romance | Bratva Mafia | Billionaire x Law Student | Obsession | Possession | Violence | Power | Mystery | South African Heroine | Psychological Tension | Silent Alpha | Trigger Warnings Apply First BOOK OF THE : HIS SERIES

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.