He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ꕤ One mistake costs Astoria her future completely. At twenty-three, she is getting married to a man she has never seen before. But she has made peace with it. When she enters a marriage with Theodore Cappell, she thought she knew what to expect but she might be completely wrong. Astoria soon discovers that being with Theodore might be the biggest challenge for her yet. ꕤ

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𓅪 Surviving on the streets as a girl has been more than difficult for Ophelia. So when a opportunity of stealing money shows up, she's more than ready to take it. The decision she makes, brings her into a world she never imagined to be in and entangles her into the life of Rome. A mysterious man who's not ready to let go of her yet. ••••••••••••• "Can I call you Romeo?" I joked. "No." Was his immediate answer. He was boring! It was just a fun nickname. •••••••••••••

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.

"Wait!" I called out to the dark shadow figure that was leaving without turning back. "Please," my voice wavered as I eyed the bleeding body that laid on the ground ay my feet. Swallowing the urge to vomit, I stepped over his body, reminding myself that the dead man was going to kill me if he wasn't dead. "Go home." The figure demanded in a low voice that echoed from the walls of the alley. I never believed in the stories about tall, dark-aura, scary men that roamed dark alleys like their home. The ones that wouldn't bat an eye at killing someone in order to get what they wanted. The ones who ran the most dangerous organizations, yet never got caught by the government security. I never believed that, it all seemed like a fantasy. That was, until it became my reality.

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.

The first time Lila Morgan saw Asher Knight, she forgot how to breathe. The second time, she fell a little harder. By the third time... she was ready to do something extremely stupid. Like stalking the office directory to find out his name. Or walking into the COO's office pretending she needed his "approval" just to get his number. Or texting him relentlessly even though he barely reacted. Because Asher Knight? Cold. Sharp. Unreadable. A man carved from steel and wrapped in a tailored suit. He shouldn't notice her. He shouldn't care. But sometimes... when he thinks she isn't looking... She sees something dangerous flicker in his eyes. Something hungry. Something he's trying - and failing - to hide. And when Lila finally snaps and asks him, "Do you like me or not?" Asher's mask cracks. "I've been trying not to," he whispers. "Because once I start with you... I won't stop." Now the cold COO isn't cold at all. He's jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. And Lila? She has no idea how to handle the man who once ignored her... and now looks at her like she's the only thing he's ever wanted. Office romance. Slow burn. High tension. Jealousy. Hidden obsession. And a man who unravels only for her.

Ethan Vale doesn't fall in love. He watches. From the glass walls of his office, he has spent months observing the new designer who walked into his company like sunlight breaking into a locked room. Lena Arora is everything he isn't-warm, bright, and painfully alive. She laughs with everyone. Trusts too easily. Smiles at men who don't deserve it. And Ethan notices everything. The way she twists the ring on her finger when she's nervous. The songs she hums while working. The exact time she leaves the office every night. At first, it was curiosity. Then it became something darker. Because every time another man stands too close to her... Every time someone makes her laugh... Something inside Ethan snaps. He tells himself he's protecting her. Removing problems. Keeping the wrong people away. But the truth is far more dangerous. He's obsessed. When a storm traps them together one night, Ethan offers her a ride home. Instead, he drives her somewhere quiet-under a sky full of stars where the lines between control and desire begin to blur. Lena thinks Ethan is just her cold, mysterious boss. She has no idea that for months he has been watching her. Protecting her. Claiming pieces of her life she never gave him permission to touch. And when she finally discovers the truth... She has to decide something terrifying. Is Ethan Vale a monster she should run from? Or the only man who has ever truly seen her? Because Ethan has already made his decision. He's never letting her go.

I was in college. With my childhood friend. In our first year there, I thought he would finally make the first move. It was so obvious something was happening between us. But he didn't. He dated. Other girls. Maybe, he needed a little more time to realize. The second year, he continued with this bullshit. But then, he did something he never did before: He kissed a girl in front of me. Enough. Tags: grovel, sorrow, kiss with OW, forgiveness, best friend, besotted hero, sport, college, new adult. Main couple: Chance and Erin Sex with others while friends. Player/Sport. College. No sex with others after confessing. Besotted hero. Besotted best friend. Grovel. Happy ending for the main couple. Second chance. Boyfriend. Possessive. Mine. Chapters: 20-25 chapters with epilogues "So - He starts, clearing his throat - I want to apologize for yesterday at the party. Really apologize. I really didn't mean that... I didn't mean that to happen, I promise you. Ashley come on to me and.... Well, the rest you saw. I didn't mean to upset you. I am sorry for this babe. - He says, looking into my eyes, waiting for a response." Just read if you like HEA and forgiveness.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.