Silence and Honey I talked enough for both of us. He listened like he might never let go. Runerth Castellion was the boy with the sharpest eyes and the quietest heart. He didn't talk much-didn't smile much either. But he always showed up. For me. I had known him since we were twelve. Since I decided I was going to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not. I was the chatterbox play school teacher who sings songs about dinosaurs and glue sticks. He was the grumpy heir to a mafia empire no one talks about out loud and a CEO of a heritage company. We were never meant to fit but we did and we did not at the same time. All that until the fate tested us. Tested me. In a world where healing feels impossible, our bond became a refuge, a promise that no matter how dark the night, dawn was waiting. This is a story about the strength found in vulnerability, the power of a patient heart, and the beautiful, messy journey toward a love that saves. Credit to the original owner of picture used in cover. I do not own it. 7 in comfortcharacter on 20th August, 2025.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

Cora Daniels is new on the job. She's searching for self-fulfilment as a psychiatrist on the High Risk ward of Blueridge Psychiatric Asylum. But after taking over the peculiar case of the impenetrable Tzar, a man who is a closed book to all that try to pry him open, things take a turn for the unexpected. He's egotistical, cunning and unstable; everything Cora strives to fix in a person. She's harsh, stern and strait-laced; a fun challenge in his eyes. However, when the Tzar begins to reveal himself, his life outside of Blueridge peaks Cora's interest. Can she resist what she knows is no good for her? Or will he drag her into the shadows? {ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs: sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ/ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.}

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

"Dude! You have to give me some warning before you do that" I scowl before glaring at him. Only he mirrors my glare, and I go confused. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I'm not your friend. Don't call me dude" He mutters. "You talked!" I gasp, sitting up straight in the bed. Only the room spins slightly, and Sage pushes me back down. I then register what he said, and my smile fades away. "I know, sorry" I mumble. Sage sighs, and suddenly my jaw is being grabbed, and before I can even begin to register what's happening, he kisses me. "Not your friend" He whispers. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Morgan Price. A woman who never shuts up. Sage Hendrix. A man who rarely talks. What a match. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Morgan makes an impulsive decision to join a fucking mafia, she meets Sage, a man who intimidates people with just one look. As time goes on, her attraction and curiosity for him grows. Little does she know he's facing the same problem. (Hendrix #5)

In which a man slowly falls for his daughters murders, daughter. ~.~.~.~ She peaks through her thick eyelashes, awe-struck, and I can't help but feel maybe I'm giving her the wrong impression of me. She's looking at me as if I was a God that just granted her prayers when in reality, I'm just a man with blood-soaked hands. A man who is only here to seek revenge and revenge is a nasty thing, a thing that her innocent blue eyes have no business being a part of. ~.~.~.~ Book 1 in 'The Thatchers' Each book is a standalone, so if you only want to read this book you can.

Officially a Wattpad Creator! This book is my lucky charm. Colton has grown up knowing nothing but anger, hatred, and pain. His past doesn't allow him to enjoy life like others do. Instead, he paints a glare on his face that scares most people away. And then suddenly, a petite little red head with freckles and a radiant smile shoves her way into his life, changing every concept he thought he knew and breaks every rule he thought he needed. With every encounter, the ice around Colton's heart melts until his heart is free to beat as loudly as it can, just for Lily. With a past even darker than Colton's, Lillian chooses her armor to be a smile. She has so many reasons to succumb to the darkness that fills her once innocent heart, but she focuses on enjoying the new life she just started. Being the new girl means she's free to pretend that she's just like everyone else, normal. And when she meets the rude and grumpy Colton, she can't help but notice how alike they actually are. Slowly, the two broken souls begin to help each other heal, and together, they start to learn what it's like to be loved, unaware that the ghosts of the past are still hovering in the shadows. **Topics mentioned in this story could be triggering, such as: Physical Abuse, and Sexual Harrassment. **There will be mature content (Explicit Scenes and Swearing). **All photos used are not mine and are found for public use. ** This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locations, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, dead or alive, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2022 by Farah Fekry (@fanoshkaflippo). All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written and signed permission of Farah Fekry (@fanoshkaflippo)

"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.