She grew up in the woods, the last survivor of a family hiding from the apocalypse and the supernatural creatures. Then, after an obviously well thought-out attempt to trade for more rations while disguised as an old granny, a werewolf, an incubi, and a fae found her. Now, she is theirs. Book 1 COMPLETE on Patreon. Weekly updates on Wattpad, Inkitt, and Royal Roads (soon!)

Ivy, Grey and Arrow are finally back in Sin Sity but things are far from normal. Ivy has left her old life behind and thrown herself head first into the world she's been running from since she was a child. With her sister by her side, and some new unlikely allies, Ivy fights to stay out of her fathers grasp. But as gang members disappear, and cryptic letters and packages show up on their doorstep, the endgame of this plan is beginning to look more and more bleak. Meg's life, Grey's life and Arrow's life hang in the balance and the anticipation is making Ivy crazy. She thought she could do this. She thought she could beat this. She thought that love would conquer all. But what if it doesn't? *** The blood on his hands stains my thighs. My pearly skin turning crimson under his touch. And I knew I should feel disgusted. I mean fuck- he'd just killed a man in front of me. But I wasn't. Maybe that said more about me than about him but I didn't care. Not as his hands squeezed my skin and his teeth caught my ear lobe. But he pulled away after just a moment. Arrow tugged me up until we were standing pressed together. Ignoring the body lying lifelessly on the floor of the basement. Arrow walked us backwards toward to the stairs. He turned me around when we reached the first step. We didn't speak as we ascended the staircase and walked straight to the bathroom. Arrow turned on the water, and stripped my clothes before stripping his own. Steam billowed into the bathroom as we stepped into the glass shower. We moved into the water and his lips found my neck. He kissed gently as I watched the pink water swirl around the drain. The door to the shower opens and I turn. Grey's dark eyes give nothing away as he moves to us. He reaches around me to peck Arrow on the mouth, then leans down to capture my mouth in a brutal kiss. He pulls away and smiles down at me. "I love when you're already wet for me, angel."

Arabella does not wish to marry, but her father has other ideas. Without even given a choice, on her eighteenth birthday, her surname will change to the countries most notorious and deadly man's surname. Reign. Reigns gang rules New York, all men fall under his order, including his two best friends. Roman was announced a psychopath when he was a child, his dark personality, inability to feel things, kill count higher than his age, manipulative nature- a made man by the age of eleven- and Arabella has to marry him. Luca has the looks, the tattoos and scars, but deep down, everybody knows the murderer, hotel owner, businessman is a softie, and he does have a strong soft spot for Arabella. Asher, originally a bodyguard, has his reputation in the states, Italy and China, thanks to his mother being the daughter of a Chinese Triad, and his father an Italian Made Man. Asher knows how to get what he wants and doesn't stop until he has it. Arabella has three of the countries dangerous men at her feet, and that makes her the target of many attacks, but these guys will do anything to keep her safe. Anything. 18+ !!!! - (2) started: 20/03/22 finished: 08/08/22 -

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.

ASHER I wasn't looking for love. I was looking for power. A wife is not romance in my world. She's leverage. Blood ties. Contracts sealed with rings instead of ink. When Carson begged for protection and money, offering his daughters like bargaining chips, I expected to be bored. Elisa. Eighteen. Italian. Five-foot-five of something breakable. And I wanted her. Not because she was the most beautiful - though she was. Not because she would make the best alliance - though she would. I wanted her because she looked at me like I was something terrifying... and still didn't run. I have built an empire with blood. Men fear me. Enemies whisper my name. I take what I want. And I wanted her. She is everything I am not - light where I am darkness, gentle where I am ruthless. I thought she would bend. I thought she would obey. I did not expect to fall. But the mafia monster is learning something dangerous- Even monsters can love. ⸻ ELISA Papa said this was an honor. He said I should smile. Be grateful. Be obedient. And then there was him. Asher Ivanov. Six-foot-four. Broad shoulders. Dark hair with blonde streaks. Brown eyes that looked like they'd seen too much. And dimples that didn't match the rest of him at all. I was the youngest. The quietest. The one who still believed marriage meant something soft and safe. But when he chose me, there was no softness in his voice. He didn't ask. He took. I was afraid of him. Of the way he moves like he owns every room. Of the way men step aside when he walks. Of the darkness that clings to him like a shadow. And yet... When he looks at me, sometimes there's something else there. Something almost careful. Almost gentle. He is cold. I am warm. He is a storm. I am a flower. But storms don't always destroy flowers. Sometimes... they protect them. And somewhere between fear and fate, I started falling in love with the monster who chose me.

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

"My mother always told me not to play with fire. I guess I should've listened." ... Alana has spent her life adhering to strict rules, raised in a family where appearances meant everything. Trained to be the perfect daughter-calm, composed, and obedient-she's never dared to step out of line or show her true self. Sergei has been betrayed more times than he can count, leaving him hardened, ruthless, and haunted by paranoia. He's built walls no one can penetrate, trusting only in his own power to survive. ... When a professional encounter with an angry Sergei at Alana's job leads her to be kidnapped, she's thrown into his ruthless underworld, held captive in exchange for her life. What will happen when their lives collide in a marriage neither wants but can't resist? Will their undeniable passion spark the possibility of love or will it fade once reality hits? #1 in enemies #1 in dark #1 in darkromance #1 in mafiaromance #1 in manipulation #1 in adultthemes #1 in captive #1 in russian #1 in heartbreak

"There was nothing easier than loving Blue."

They Are The Monsters. They Are The Princes. . . . Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation. They don't seem safe. They look like they'd rip her apart. She never expected that she might want them to. . . . Mature content. BDSM. Reverse Harem.

She has no name. No memories of a mother. No world beyond the forest. Raised by a quiet old woman and the silence of trees, she learns life through seasons, wounds, and the moon. When an eclipse marks her eighteenth year, the forest is all she has ever known. Until the most dangerous man in Italy finds her. Antonio De Luca is a mafia king-cold, ruthless, and feared by all. He speaks to no one, kills without hesitation, and believes innocence does not survive in his world. But she does not fear him. Taken from the forest and into a life she does not understand, she must learn the human world through the eyes of a child-while Antonio faces a truth he never expected. What if the girl he rescued was never meant to be lost... but hidden? A princess from another mafia perhaps?