*WAS DELETED AT 600K READS* Adriana Mancini I was raised to bite, not bow. So when they told me I was to marry Nikolas Volkov-heir to the Bratva, enemy to my blood-I didn't cry, I laughed. They thought they could tame me with diamonds and alliances. And for the first time in my life, I realized I didn't have a choice. As for him.. It's the eyes that speak to me. Blank but compulsive with secrets, empty yet dominating with control. Like stone. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov After a bloody feud with the Cosa Nostra, I'm forced into an arranged marriage-to the one woman I can't control. Adriana Mancini. A hurricane in stilettos with venom in her smile. She tests my patience, taunts my power, and tempts my darkness. She thinks I won't ruin her just because she wears my ring. But this marriage was never meant to be peaceful. It was built for war.

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?

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

Hayden Jones didn't mean to blow up her high school gym. She just meant to graffiti it. Now she's got a felony and a one-way ticket to some glorified boarding school in the Pacific Northwest. Caldwell Academy is not a fresh start. It's a reform school with nice pamphlets and a fountain and a judge's order keeping her here. The kind of place where everyone's got a story they don't tell and a reason they can't leave. She wasn't planning on making friends. She definitely wasn't planning on Elwood Hall and a bed six feet from a boy who doesn't smile, doesn't talk, and looks at her like she's a problem he didn't ask for. She should've left it at that. She should've left a lot of things at that. Because Caldwell has rules. And the thing about Hayden Jones is she's never met one she wouldn't break - even the ones that exist to protect her.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhann

Baking blogger, Madison Blake, is over the moon that her big sister is getting married. Celebratory drinks are had and some dancing is done to honour such an occasion. While nursing the world's biggest hangover the next morning and craving something overly sweet, Maddy never thought the guy occupying her bed she would ever see again. That is until she arrives at a brunch to meet the rest of the bridal party and finds the guy sitting there with a grin on his face. Aiden Lexington never imagined the first women to throw him out of her bed, butt naked mind you, would end up consuming his thoughts or that he would ever see her again. That is until the same fiery red head walks in behind his mates new fiancée. Setting his sights on this woman, he won't let her walk away twice. When work comes up, leaving the Bride and Groom unable to finalise their wedding plans, it's left up to the maid of honour and best man to fill in. So, when a steamy and irresistible man sets his sights on you, how long can you resist? You might just find you get more than you bargained for. (Told through Maddy and Aiden.) (Mature Content) Highest ranking: #1 in Desire #1 in Mature Audience #1 in Romcom #1 in Funtoread #1 in Laughter #2 in Wedding

From the writer of Sweet Spot, comes the sequel of two familiar characters you already saw coming. Harper Davis has many titles: marketing connoisseur, almost-lawyer, disappointment to parents, and most importantly: liar. Big. Fat. Liar. But what else is a girl supposed to do when her overachieving parents ask her if she's in a relationship? It's bad enough they think she's incompetent, but single at the age of 31? Is there a cliff to jump off around here? And thanks to her big, fat, lying skills, Mr. and Mrs. Davis are flying into town to meet Harper's alleged boyfriend. The non-existent one. The "I'm about to be caught in the act" one. The "it was nice knowing you guys" one. Enter Sawyer James. He also has many titles: douchebag, womanizer, know-it-all, and just about any colourful insult in the book. The one title Harper didn't expect him to have? Boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. After years of working in vicinity and being known for their competitive nature, Harper never thought she would agree to fake-date the office hunk. But she's short on time and options and she can (frustratingly) admit that no one could play this part better than her work enemy. The "he probably sucks in bed" enemy. The "okay fine that's a lie" enemy. They say never to mix business and pleasure, but it doesn't count if it's pretend...right? *A hilarious reverse grumpy x sunshine, office romance, and fake dating rom-com. Rated 18+ due to mature scenes. All rights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

An arranged marriage. A buried past. A deadly alliance forged in blood. A love that could burn empires to the ground. To stop a rising war with the Irish mafia, two of the deadliest crime families agree to a union that no one wants - least of all Sasha Volkov and Luca Romano. She's the daughter of the Bratva's coldest kingpin. He's the heir to Italy's most feared Cosa Nostra Empire. Their families have spilled too much blood to ever trust each other, but when old enemies close in and the bodies start piling up, a marriage becomes their only chance at survival. Sasha was raised behind iron gates and whispers of betrayal. Luca was forged in fire, trained to kill loyalty before it kills him. They were never meant to fall for each other. But in a world ruled by power, passion might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Enemies by blood. Bound by vows,. Destined to burn. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, explicit scenes, emotional trauma, infidelity and loss. Reader discretion is advised. Please be aware that this story will move to Patreon on 2026/02/10 Thank you for all the reads and votes lovelies, your support means everthing. 💕 Patreon link: https://patreon.com/MissTBlaze?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

When Isadora, a personal trainer from a wealthy family, falls for Roman, the heir to a deadly cartel, their intense connection is shattered by secrets and betrayal. As danger closes in, they must confront their pasts, fight for survival, and decide if love can exist in a world built on lies and violence. *** Los Angeles, also known as The City of the Angels. It's a fitting name for Los Ángeles del Armagedón, a cartel based in LA that runs the entire continent of South America. They're notorious, ruthless, and absolutely elusive. Well, apart from 26 year old Roman Ernesto Alvarez. Recently released from a two year stint in prison, he returns to the free world as the adopted heir to the most powerful cartel in South America. He's struggling to be back on the outside... until he meets her. Isadora Visente. She's a 23 year old personal trainer struggling with her parents' pressure to settle down and marry. Unknowingly, their slow-building but intensifying connection becomes Roman's unexpected anchor after his release. Her life working as a trainer in her gym is pretty mundane and repetitive, until she meets Roman, of course. Then it all gets a lot more interesting. *** "You sneaky little shit." Roman's eyes snapped over to me, or more accurately, towards my legs. There I stood in the middle of his room glaring at him, and he sat there with his beautiful eyes roaming over my exposed legs. He eventually dragged his gaze towards my upper half, but only for a second before it was back on my legs. "Damn." His voice was low and husky and just...perfect. Even if I was mad at him I couldn't deny that fact. "My eyes are up here, Roman." "Yeah, but your legs are down there." *** Part of the Costantino Universe