*COMPLETED* Ravenna Blackwood is the personification of chaos. She's loud, she's funny, she's reckless and Reed Hawthorne's last straw of restraint. Known as "The Hawk" for his watchful intensity, he has spent years guarding his heart against the one person he's forbidden to touch. But when a disaster forces Ravenna into his home, the distance between them collapses into a dangerous game of pining and provocation. And, as if that wasn't messy enough, her family threatens to marry her off to a stranger. Reed offers the ultimate escape: a contract, a ring, and a vow. Now, they're playing "husband and wife" in a house built on secrets and silent obsessions. In a world where every touch is a transgression, the most dangerous lies are the ones they tell themselves. He's watching her every move. She's waiting for him to break. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #5 IN LOVERS

The failure to put trust into a stranger's words and a simple act of judgement became the catalyst for a tragic night. Arabella's pleasant life becomes disrupted when she stumbles upon dangerous individuals at the most unfortunate time. Nicolo, the don of the greatly feared Italian Mafia, had mistaken her identity for someone she is not: A rival enemy. He darkened her once blissful world with violence and dominance, but as he continues to hold her captive, he finds himself entranced by her bravery and sophistication. It was her rare innocence and his fear of seeing her in pain that kept him from ending her life. As Arabella is confronted with the dangers of the mafia her trust in her captive begins to grow. A burning desire between Nicolo and Arabella becomes irresistible as time passes on, but secrets about Arabella's past become revealed and the truth about her real identity is on the brink of turning desire into passionate hatred. ----- [Book 1 of 3] [Completed] [2024 Currently Editing/ Rewriting] [[Word Count: 100,000-150,000]] Content/ Trigger Warning: Contains mature themes and violence.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Lonzo Mattia doesn't like strangers. When his underboss, Gabriel, invites his sister, Alexia, to stay at their house when her parents can no longer guarantee her safety, Lonzo is anything but pleased. The last thing he needs is something else to worry about, he only wants to build his empire without distractions. Alexia Dalton knows what she wants in life. After being brought up by vigilantes, Alexia wants to make a different path from the one that is set out for her. But when she moves into the mafia boss's house, nothing is simple when there are two mutual feelings between them. Hate and a lot of uncontrollable lust. Neither of them want to admit that they love the taste of it. ✧ ✧ ✧ Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Brother's boss/best friend - Forbidden Love - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC - He falls first and harder - Dark themes - Spicy scenes

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"

Anneliese is an empathetic, goofy, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to discover herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

To be loved is to be known. "How'd you get that scar?" Zayne's calloused hands circled my wrist while he carefully inspected the scar that had been hiding under my sleeve. "Oh, I cut myself while cooking" I let out a strained laugh trying my best to ignore Zayne's poisonous green eyes burning into my forearm. I watched frozen in fear as his jaw clenched in realisation and his head slowly lifted up, Revealing his captivating eyes that were filled with fury. "You told Ethan you fell." -Olivia Hernandez- A girl from the suburbs in LA gets sent to a prestigious boarding school by her step father due to her outbursts and carelessness. Although Olivia was known as the popular, mean, spoiled girl that was seen as perfect, beneath her tough exterior lies a troubled girl who's begging to be found. -Zayne Pierson- Zayne Pierson is the embodiment of charm and danger, born into a notorious mafia family that casts a long shadow over his life. With striking good looks and a magnetic personality, he effortlessly captivates those around him, making him one of the most popular and sought-after people in his elite social circle. However, beneath the surface of his charismatic exterior lies a hot temper and a reckless streak that often lands him in trouble. Olivia captured Zaynes curiosity almost instantly when she first arrived to the boarding school premises and she wants to do whatever it takes to get rid of him before he finds out about her past. Will Zayne discover the truth about Olivia? Read to find out 🏅NR 1 #SA

---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆," 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆. "𝑺𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓." 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏. ---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- Stella Kingston has survived more than most ever could-trauma, fear, and a past that refuses to stay buried. So when her brother's best friend, Jeremy-the same man who once couldn't stand her-finds her bloodied and shaking in the middle of the road, something in him snaps. All the hatred disappears. Replaced by one thought: Who the hell did this to her? Jeremy was never a good man. Morally grey. Possessive. Dangerous. But for Stella? He'll become something far worse. Because whoever broke her... will burn. And he'll make sure of it. ---···₊⊹ ✞🕷️✞ ⊹₊···--- ⚜️TROPES: mafia, enemies to lovers, touch her and die, he falls first (and harder), possessive MMC, trauma, obsession ⚠️ Content warnings: PLEASE SEE INSIDE FOR GRAPHIC CONTENT DESCRIPTION #1 in SCARS 🥇 > 4/25/26 #1 in MENTALHOSPITAL 🥇 >5/3/26 #4 in LAN

Dove Murphy and Tate Ridley have hated each other since... forever. He's the tattooed, arrogant, bad tempered player with a body built for sin and a mouth made for making her crazy. She's the fiery, sharp-tongued nurse in training who makes his blood boil in all the worst (and best) ways. Too bad they share a friend group. Too bad they can't stay away from each other. And way too bad that one night turned into two... and then turned into something else entirely. They're not friends. They're not dating. They just can't stop touching each other. Until insults turn softer. Jokes start to sound like flirting. And hate starts to feel dangerously close to something else. They swore it was nothing. They were wrong.

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."