Cassian De Luca & Valeria Riviera [ Under editing ] "𝓐 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮." 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒. Valeria Riviera never expected her best friend's brother, the ruthless Cassian De Luca, to claim her as his own. Reserved and delicate, she is thrust into a world of power, danger, and unrelenting obsession. Cassian, a dominant force in the underworld, has always known-she was his. No matter what. She was delicate, untouched by the shadows he ruled. He was power, dominance, and an obsession she never saw coming. In his world, love is a weakness-but obsession? That's survival. A tale of forbidden love, jealousy, and an unrelenting claim that leaves no room for escape. Because once he set his sights on her, there was only one ending-she was his. Always. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. ☆𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☆𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 ☆𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ☆𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 ☆ 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ☆ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞/ 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ☆ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲

"Do you think I will listen to you?" he asks, leaning closer, his words dripping like poison. "You? Command me?" Her jaw tightens, but her body betrays her. The railing under her grip feels slippery, her fingers numb, her legs trembling uncontrollably. And then it happens. Her strength gives out. Her knees buckle. Her vision blurs. The railing slips from her grasp as her hand slides down cold stone. The world tilts, spinning into a haze of marble and golden eyes. She collapses slowly-first her knees weaken, then her shoulders slump, and finally her weight tips sideways. But she doesn't hit the floor. Zevran has been waiting. His arm snakes around her waist before gravity can claim her. His grip is firm, unyielding, catching her like fragile glass. Her head falls against his chest, hair clinging to his armor, her fevered skin burning against him. He looks down at her, lips parted, lashes heavy against flushed cheeks. So fragile. So breakable. And yet she shouted at him moments ago like she could bring him to his knees. Zevran exhales, amused, victorious. His smirk deepens as he tightens his hold. "See, sweetheart..." he murmurs, low and dangerous. "No matter how much you scream, no matter how much you fight me... you will always end up here." His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he lifts her trembling body. "In my arms." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The story of a healer and a killer. Dive in it.

Anna Holland is a college freshman with strange empathic psychic powers that she has managed to keep hidden. She senses auras, feels what others feel as though she feels them herself, and has powerful intuitions that she is inclined to follow. Unfortunately, one of these strong urges leads her to being sucked into another universe where she is at the mercy of a dangerous warlord who calls her a mage and claims to have been waiting for her. 🏅1st Place- Fantasy-🌸 The 2023 Flower Awards🌸 🏅1st Place- Fantasy-⚔️The Katana Awards⚔️ 🥈2nd Place- Fantasy- Serenity Book Awards 🥈2nd Place- Best Protagonist- Fluorescence Awards 🥉3rd Place- Fantasy- The Prime Awards 2023 ______________________________________________________ Excerpt: Anna felt the stabbing pain from her back to her chest. She felt his surprise. She felt his light extinguish as he died. Then there was nothing. Nothing. Her head was swimming like it was underwater. She couldn't move. She couldn't move. Her vision blurred, a man was speaking but she couldn't hear his words. She felt the sword in her chest, but it wasn't there. He killed him. He killed him. Breathe. Did she stop? Breathe. The man, she could hear him speaking. What was he saying? Breathe. She inhaled a deep breath. And another. Then another. Things started to clear. "Breathe. That's right," the warrior coaxed. She started to take another settling breath, and his face came more into focus. The first thing she noticed was his piercing green eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like that before. She stared into them, mesmerized. He mimicked a breath and she took it with him. She was coming back. "I will not hurt you," the man kneeling before her promised. Anna knew better than to believe him. What was it he had said? Oh. "You...you said...you said 'no witnesses'." She was shaking violently. She took another deep breath. "Ah, " he uttered in acknowledgment. "You are not a witness, you are the treasure

Liahna is the Princess of Kingdom of Silverlights. While she pretends to be the gentle and shy girl, she is secretly trained by her father over the years to be the wielder of the sword that can destroy true evil. But everything falls into chaos when Liahna wakes up in a carriage filled with slave girls that will be sold in the market to the highest bidder.

She gave him everything. Her heart, her patience, and every last ounce of faith. He gave her cruel agreements. Grace Carter was the maid's daughter. Quiet, brilliant, and invisible in the world of the powerful Knight family. But when Eleanor Knight's will unexpectedly named her, a carefully arranged marriage was set in motion. Killian and his mother, Catalia, saw it as a solution to protect the family legacy. What was meant to secure their inheritance became Grace's slow undoing. Silenced, belittled, and worked to the bone while carrying his child, she was bound by an agreement that forced her to disappear before she gave birth. Five months later, Killian finds her again. Struggling, exhausted, and still impossible to forget. But this time, she is no longer the girl who loved him. She is the woman who learned to live without him. Now Killian wants back what he never protected. And Grace wants to survive him all over again.

Alina Vesca has always been soft, kind, and... a chubby, the only child of a powerful mafia family who secretly loves her rotten. She never wanted the Vesca life, preferring the warmth of her bakery to the cold streets of New York's underworld. Now, she's in an arranged marriage with Enzo Marcello, the cold, dominant heir of a rival mafia family. He's used to control, women who bend and break, and a world where love is dangerous. But Alina isn't like anyone he's ever known. She's gentle, unassuming, and real. And for the first time, Enzo finds himself noticing her in ways he shouldn't.

Darkness and the light DO NOT mix. But what if they did? What kind of precipitate would result from such a union? "He and I, are polar opposites. I am short-tempered, while he does his best to tame his anger. He is a killer, a destroyer of life, a blood thirsty human, who ensures to execute his revenge upon those who betray him, while I completely detest death, and anything that is related to it. They say it is rather difficult to change one's own behaviour. So, how can I play the role of redeemer in someone else's life? How do I pull him out of his lifestyle, when he's already in too deep? Two choices; accept him or leave..." She was accidentally inseminated, resulting in her crossing paths with him. But the real question is, would she be able to survive the mafia world? Would she be able to survive him? I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES IN THIS BOOK. ALL CONTENT WITHIN THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION! SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE EVENTS, PEOPLE, ETC IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. MY BOOK IS NOT FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN!!I HAVE FULL RIGHTS OVER THIS BOOK!! DO NOT PLAGERIZE!! COPYRIGHT ©️ 2020 by Rachael Abeauty. WARNING! STRONG LANGUAGE AND MATURE SCENES!!! COVER MADE BY ME, THE AUTHOR...

Knight x Princess In a kingdom ruled by fear and tradition, lies a knight and a princess. A knight, cloaked in armor and rumor, wearing a mask that hides a soul weighed down by sorrow and hatred. A princess, being swallowed by expectation, overlooked by those too loud to notice her pain. When fate binds them in an arranged marriage neither of them chose, it is meant to be a sentence. A punishment for her, a strategy for him. But behind guarded eyes and sharp silences, something begins to stir. He sees the quiet fire in her that no one else bothered to notice. She sees the man behind the blade, the one who bleeds and the one who hides. In stolen glances. In late-night conversations and lingering silences. She begins to see the man beneath the steel. He begins to hear the voice behind her silence. But love is dangerous in a world like theirs. Because secrets are buried deep within the castle walls. And neither of them truly knows the other's past... or what their union is truly meant to ignite. He was forged to destroy. She was taught to endure. Together, they may either save a kingdom...or burn it to ash. When sword meets silence, when fear meets fury... what will be born of it? What destiny awaits when the fearsome knight's fury meets the silent strength of the quiet princess? Together, can they rewrite the fate that neither could face alone? *note~i do not own any pictures/images that are uploaded throughout the entirety of this book...all rights go to the rightful owners*

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---

After getting in trouble for the millionth time, Landon's mother makes the decision to ship him off to Montana to stay with his father for the summer. The thought of spending those long, sweltering days in the middle of nowhere, far from the comforts of city life-complete with relentless heat, annoying bugs, and the occasional wild animal-was far from what Landon had envisioned for his summer break. But as fate would have it, he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, especially not for meeting Clementine. As Landon steps out of the dinner, he notices a group of boys. And one of them hops off the truck's hood, his mischievous smile lighting up a face. "Looky here, we got us a city boy," he mocks, sizing Landon up with a scrutinizing gaze. Landon feels the defiance sparking within him. "A city boy that can whoop your ass," he retorts, his voice stead. He squares his shoulders. "Guys, leave him alone," a voice cuts through the tension as a dark-skinned beauty jumps out of the truck, her presence commanding the group's attention. Landon's gaze drifts toward her, and he can't help but take her in fully from her slicked-back curly hair to her dusty boots that tell stories of their own. There's a fierce spark in her eyes, as if she can see right through him-confronting any lingering uncertainty he has about being here. He watches her engage with the boys, still keeping an eye on the one that spoke. Suddenly, the summer landscape doesn't feel so indifferent, and the oppressive heat seems a little less daunting. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.