Elara Vance only wanted five minutes of silence. Instead, she walked into a dark library and found Cole and Cade King waiting inside. Identical twins. Billionaires. Untouchable. And completely, dangerously interested in her. She should have walked away and never seen them again. But the Kings don't forget what catches their attention. Especially when it tries to run. Elara believes she caught the attention of the King twins by accident. She couldn't be more wrong. Elara's ordinary life starts disappearing piece by piece-until the man she trusted most is given an offer he can't refuse. A price. For her. He accepts. Now Elara belongs to two men who own enough of the city to make escape feel impossible. Cade is violence barely disguised as affection. Cole is calm enough to make cruelty sound reasonable. One wants her fear. The other wants inside her head. And both of them want the same thing. Her. Elara keeps waiting for the brothers to turn against each other. Waiting for jealousy. Waiting for one of them to finally say: "She's mine." But she has misunderstood the King twins from the very beginning. They don't fight over what they want. They share it. Dark Romance Twin Obsession

One moment, I'm tracing my bleeding hand over vivid, newly unearthed frescoes of three striking men in a Late Republican villa, their features eerily reminiscent of the fresco I've studied since I was ten: Roman Senator Marcus Valerius, whose family vanished from history in 50 BC. The next, I'm sprawled across a marble floor in ancient Rome, pinned beneath the hard, commanding body of Marcus himself-flesh and blood, pulsing with raw power. And good grief, nothing captured the fire in his piercing stare or the way his touch ignites my traitorous body. But the history books lied. Marcus isn't the last Valerius. He has three brothers, each more dangerously captivating than the last-men I now know match those cryptic frescoes. Lucius, the battle-scarred warrior, whose heated grappling in the training yard leaves me breathless. Flavius, the silver-tongued diplomat, whose calculated caresses in shadowed corridors unravel my resolve. And Rufus, the freedman with knowing eyes, whose gentle touch conceals a hunger that sets my heart racing. Trapped in ancient Rome with no way home, I'm ensnared in a web of desire and deceit. The Valerii brothers want me-each in their own intoxicating way-and resistance feels like a losing battle. Worse, there is a fifth fresco, and it hides a chilling secret that threatens to upend everything I know. Am I a stranger in Rome, or the key to the Valerii family's mysterious erasure from history? With enemies closing in and time itself against me, I must choose: fight for a way back to my world or surrender to a fate that could rewrite the past.

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

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"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Previously titled 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚. 📚 NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE, KU & PAPERBACK!! ______________ 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. Alessia Quinn has rules when it comes to love. Never lose yourself. Never settle. And never stay where you're no longer a priority. Then she fell in love with Cassian. For him, she broke every rule. She waited through late nights at the office. Ate dinner alone more times than she could count. Kept convincing herself that tomorrow would be different. Until one night left her no promise of tomorrow. Heartbroken, Alessia walked away with one impossible wish: to never have met her husband at all. She didn't imagine an accident would make that wish come true. When Alessia wakes, her life with Cassian is gone. The marriage. The memories. The love she once had for him. Cassian remembers all of it. Every dinner he missed. Every promise he broke. Every time he made her feel like she came second. He can't undo the choices that drove her away. He can't give her back the time she lost believing she wasn't enough. But he can make sure the woman standing in front of him doesn't ever feel forgotten again. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

#Book 2 In The Legacy Series. Her Commander is a high-stakes, enemies-to-lovers story that follows Officer Fatima Tariq Darwish, a fearless, rule-breaking cop, and Commander Ayzan Khalid Omari, a stoic, no-nonsense SWAT leader. __ She was never meant to survive him. He was never meant to feel anything at all. In the unforgiving world of Nigeria's elite SWAT force, rules are law-and Commander Muhammad Ayzan Omari is the law. Feared, respected, and emotionally unreachable, Ayzan leads with ruthless precision. No one dares challenge him-until Officer Fatima Darwish lands in his unit like a loaded gun with no safety. Hot-tempered. Scarred. Defiant. Fatima doesn't just break rules-she dares authority to break her. Transferred after punching her corrupt superior, she's trapped between the chaos of her home life and the cold war brewing between her and her commander. What starts as brutal training and psychological warfare spirals into something neither of them planned-a twisted, magnetic pull between two people who should never touch, trust, or want each other. He tests her limits. She pushes his buttons. And somewhere between discipline and destruction, control begins to crack. This isn't a romance. It's obsession in uniform. A love story born in gunfire, silence, and stolen glances. And in this world? Love doesn't save you. It exposes you. As missions turn deadlier and secrets unravel, Fatima must decide: will she run from the man who terrifies her-or trust the only person who's ever seen through her armor?

Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika". -Agustin DeLuca.

Tabitha thought she was ready for the Big D, but when she saw him kiss another woman at a party he'd taken her to, she realized their whirlwind relationship may have happened too fast. When he didn't contact her for a month, she was sure of it. But then he came for her and wasn't letting her go.