Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

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Blue Dream - Jhené Aiko

*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

FIRST BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES ♟️❤️‍🔥! ------------------------ Isabella Romano left her parents with nothing but a dream. Years later, she is a famous fashion designer with her own luxury brand in New York. Power. Money. Success. She has it all. What she doesn't know... is that New York is owned by the mafia. And the man who controls it is Matteo Lorenzo Moretti. Their worlds should never collide. But when they do, there is no escape. Because Matteo never loses what belongs to him. And once he sets his eyes on Isabella... she becomes his obsession. ----------- "Dio, Isabella... guarda cosa fai a me." (God, Isabella... look what you're doing to me.) he murmured, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a confession at the same time. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly too tight. He lifted his hand, slow enough that I could've stepped back. I didn't. His fingers brushed my waist. Just barely. A ghost of a touch. But it lit every nerve in my body on fire. I exhaled shakily, my voice barely a whisper. "Matteo..." His jaw flexed. His eyes dropped to my lips. Heat rippled through the space between us. And then - completely undone - he whispered, "Fuck it." Before I even realized he'd moved, his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss hit me like a shock - fierce, hungry, weeks of tension igniting in one impossible explosion. His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me into him as if he'd been holding back a storm and finally let it break loose. ------------ #1 gunfights - 01/22/2026 - 01/25/2026 #1 fashiondesigner 01/25/2026 #1 badboy 01/25/2025

To save her family from ruin, Ally agrees herself as a maid to Dante, a cold and powerful Mafia lord her father owes a dangerous debt. What begins as a desperate sacrifice slowly turns into a tangled web of secrets, and forbidden desire-where duty clashes with a love neither of them expected. Snippet; Dante's gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. There was no staff, no house, no duties. Just us. "I mean..." He paused, taking a step closer, and this time, he didn't hesitate. His hand lifted to my face, his thumb tracing my jawline, soft and slow. "You mean everything," he said, his voice thick, rough. "And I'm done pretending that I don't feel it." I gasped, the words hitting me harder than I expected. It wasn't just the kiss now. It was the admission. The truth hanging in the air between us. His feelings-his real feelings. I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if I should say anything at all. But then, before I could even blink, his lips were on mine again. This time, there was no hesitation. No pulling back. Just him, taking what he wanted. And I couldn't stop myself from wanting it too.