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She broke up a 5-year relationship because he shot her parents. Two years later, her husband was kidnapped by his friends. Now, she has no choice but to get reconnected to her ex, whose charm she absolutely cannot resist and whose help he can’t deny. What will Mia do when she finds out the truth behind her parents’ death? Will she sacrifice her love for respect for her marriage vows? Or will she let go of everything she’s built to repay her debt to her ex?

Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever.

Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time.

Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found.
Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

(Book 1) Rebecca is young and innocent when Noah Jones moved in next door. Wise and worldly, he never would have thought he would be drawn to such a shy, fumbling girl.
However, from the moment that he failed to rescue Rebecca's welcome pie, he couldn't put her out of his mind.
But there was no way that he could introduce her to what most would consider a depraved lifestyle. On the same note, he couldn't keep himself away from her.
Rebecca is wildly attracted to Noah, more so than she had been to anyone before. He makes her feel things that, even at 19, she couldn't understand. But she wanted to find out with him.
But what would people think about a young woman such as herself getting caught up in all Noah's luscious debauchery? And should she care?
It only got worse when her strict, uptight parents started pushing her into the arms of the one man in town that almost made her physically sick. Keith is not the kind of man that Rebecca wanted to be tied to, much less be alone with.
However, when Rebecca's secret love for Noah comes out in the open. She is forced away from everything and everyone that she knew.

At the Falcone estate's riding ring, I watched my eight-year-old son Leo mount Starlight, preparing for the most important performance of his young life.
Before the third obstacle, the horse spooked. The instant Leo was thrown, I rushed forward to shield him—the cost was three shattered ribs and a kicked left lung.
When I woke from unconsciousness, I found myself in Dante's private clinic downstairs. From the adjacent room came the doctor's angry voice: "We agreed this was just a marrow extraction. Why did you set up what happened with the horse?"
My husband Dante Falcone's response made my blood run cold: "Leo was Mia's donor. Now that the procedure is complete, there's no point in continuing treatment. Mia is the real heir."
Eight years of marriage. I'd always believed that beneath Dante's cold exterior, Leo was still a son he treasured.
Only now did I understand—from the moment of his birth, Leo had been nothing more than a living donor prepared for his stepsister Mia.
The cruelest irony? Mia, the girl Dante loved so deeply, wasn't even his biological daughter.

My name is Dafu, I am a dog, and I can smell death.

Sweet, cloying spores and a metallic, fishy stench seeped in through the cracks in the door.
The owner's friend was crying and calling for help outside the door , but all I could hear from my nostrils was the gurgling of mucus and the rustling of fungal hyphae climbing—
The person outside had no heartbeat.

The owner ultimately decided to open the door and rescue the person .
no!

I bit his hand tightly , my eyes pleading desperately—
Master, trust me !
That thing outside the door! It's not a person at all!

After my parents passed away, I regarded the Carter family as my last blood relatives and Jessica as the light for the rest of my life. Until that day, Dafu, who was sitting next to me on the sofa, suddenly looked up and his voice hit me directly in the head.
It said that Jessica holding Brad's arm was a ploy to force me to sell my house. It said that my parents' insurance money had long been "borrowed" away by Carter time and time again. It said that in thirty days, extreme cold would arrive, with temperatures dropping to minus eighty degrees Celsius, turning the world into hell.
Memories of my past life were also poured in by Dafu—they broke my legs and threw me outside, where I froze into an ice sculpture in a blizzard.
Dafu rushed to save me, but Brad pinned him to the snow, skinned him, made a fire, and ate him.
I silently pulled out the Glock 19 my father had left me and chambered a round.
Click.
In this life, I won't listen to people anymore; I'll listen to dogs.

Disguised as a boy. Hunted as a mate. Trained to be an Alpha.
Ari never wanted to be anyone’s Lunaespecially not to Alpha Malrick, the ruthless Alpha she was being forced to marry. To escape her fate she changes her identity.
She cuts her hair, masks her scent, and joins the all-male Alpha Training Academy, where strength reigns and weakness is punished.
But something else is waiting for her. Her dorm mate Kai Thorn the arrogant, cocky, and devastatingly attractive heir to the Shadowfang Pack is her mate.
The mate bond starts burning between them… and he has no idea she’s a girl.
When her secret is exposed, Arden must fight for more than freedom. The academy turns on her. Malrick wants revenge. And Kai? He’ll risk everything to keep her safeeven if it means going against everything he stands for.

After struggling with infertility for years and being betrayed by her lover, Ella finally decides to have a baby on her own.
However everything goes wrong when she gets inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair.
All of a sudden her life is turned upside down when the mix up comes to light -- especially because Sinclair isn't just any billionaire, he's also a werewolf campaigning to be Alpha King!
He's not going to let just anyone have his pup, can Ella convince him to let her stay in her child's life? And why is he always looking at her like she's his next meal?!
He couldn't be interested in a human, could he?

"Why do you run away from me?"

"Why this obsession with me?"

His fingers continue caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine, "Do you think it's just an obsession? What I feel for you goes beyond that-I would even kill anyone who looks at you."


In a city steeped in the shadow of crime, Don Morgan emerges as a ruthless Mafioso, accustomed to bending everyone to his whims. But when his eyes meet those of Laura, a woman of magnetic beauty and unwavering determination, everything changes.

Don Morgan's heart is seized by an unknown feeling: love. Determined to make her his, he plunges into a dangerous game of seduction and power, willing to break his own rules. Laura is not a woman who is easily swayed by others, especially the mafia.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

Sam Hale has one rule: don’t get caught.

Disguised as a boy, she steps into Dorm 9—the place her sister once lived, the place her sister never escaped. The dorm is loud, ruthless, untouchable, filled with boys who carry secrets like weapons. Somewhere among them lies the truth about her sister’s death.

Her plan is simple: watch, wait, strike. But nothing about Dorm 9 is simple. Her new roommate isn’t like the others—he’s too quiet, too observant, and far too interested in who Sam really is.

The deeper she digs, the more twisted the story becomes. And in a dorm where everyone has something to hide, Sam isn’t the only one wearing a mask.

“Dorm 9 has its rules: what happens here, stays here. I’m here to break them all.”

He didn't bid for her, yet snatched her away from the highest bidder. Not only that, he killed them all.
And Just like that, Rena's savior showed her a glimpse of his dark world. She should have taken to her heels, run away from him as fast as she could, but no, she had nowhere to go.
On one side of her world, was her boyfriend, Roland, and his girlfriend, Soni, who put her up for sale in the first place, like a commodity.
They killed her mother and ruined her life, and Rena was sure they would be waiting to catch her again.
And, on the other side of her world, the highest bidder's gang might go looking for her to settle scores.
Her surest bet was to go with her savior, whom she didn't even know his name.
He has two conditions for saving her: win his daughter over and become his wife, or be returned to the wolves who wanted to tear her apart. To Rena, It was an easy task. She was good with kids…
Except that her savior’s daughter wasn't a kid, she was Soni, her mortal enemy!
Rena vowed for vengeance, but how would she seek vengeance when her savior loves his daughter a little too much?
"Three days, Mr. Kaan, give me three days and I'll make you fall in love with me. Then, you'll have a reason to keep me," Rena promised. However, he looked down at her, shaking his head, he replied. "I don't fall in love...
Make me obsessed with you, little kitten.
The more obsessed I am, the harder it will be to let you go."
He paused, lifting her jaw with a finger, "If you do, I might let you seek your revenge on Soni and Roland."

“Lola, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder!”
The vows Ethan Jones made to me ten years ago still rang in my ears.
Yet ten years later, our daughter Lucy was standing in front of me, holding his hand—and the hand of his mistress, Alice.
“I don’t want you, you old, frumpy woman, as my mom. Alice is my mom!”
Not only did Ethan fail to stop Lucy’s cruel words, he looked at Alice with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
Alice, too, showed no restraint. Right in front of me, she gently stroked Lucy’s little head and smiled.
“Of course. I’m your mom.”
In that moment, I finally understood something clearly—
In this family, I was nothing but an extra.

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Bending his head to lick the exposed skin around my collarbone, a second finger joined the first as he continued to thrust in and out of me, his thumb moving over my swollen clit in a matching rhythm that had my legs trembling.
As the tightening in my belly increased, Dominic suddenly bit into my skin and I threw my head back and screamed out his name as I climaxed violently on the table.When I collapsed against him, he smiled as he gently pecked my lips, "So beautiful..."


Dominic Calvetti is Aelbank City's most feared mafia king—ruthless, untouchable, and scarred inside and out. He plays with fire because it's safer than letting anyone close. Intimacy? Not in his vocabulary. Trust? He buried that with his past.
Then Jade walks back into his life.
The girl he rescued years ago isn't a girl anymore. She's all woman, all curves, all defiance—and she wants him. Not the monster everyone fears. Not the damaged goods he believes himself to be. Just... him. She sees through his ice-cold exterior to the man underneath. Touches him like his scars don't matter. Looks at him like he's worth saving too.
And for the first time in his life, Dominic doesn't know if he should push her away—or pull her closer and never let go.
But in the mafia, love is the most dangerous game. As Jade tears down his walls, enemies circle. Every stolen kiss paints a target on her back. Every moment together threatens to destroy his empire.She thinks they deserve a chance at something real. He knows people like him don't get happy endings.
One broken king. One fearless woman. A love that could save them—or bury them both. In a world built on blood and betrayal, sometimes the greatest risk is opening your heart.
🔥 Dark mafia romance • Age gap • Protector who falls hardest • Touch her and die

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

“Your body wants me more than you let yourself admit,” Alex declared, his eyes caressing Sarah's face.

Sarah shook her head. Alex was her son's best friend. He was twenty two and Sarah was forty five and divorced.

“Whatever this is, it has to stop, Alex,” she said, trying to sound stern.

But she could feel her resolve cracking.

“You're not going to want me to stop when I touch you tonight, mama,” Alex said.

His hands stayed in his pockets and his eyes remained dark with desire.

“This is crazy,” she muttered.

He nodded.

“Crazy is a word I want to hear you say tonight when I pin you down on your bed and make love to you.”

Sarah knew she would not be able to fight this off.
This was the peak of her confusion. She was desiring a boy of twenty two and she was ready to submit herself to him. She should be ashamed that she let herself feel desire.

She should be afraid that the body of a twenty two years old boy called out to her and her body responded.

What would happen when her son found out?
What would her ex husband say when he heard that she got in a scandal over sleeping with her son's best friend just one year after their separation was finalized?

Won't he call her a terrible mother like he's always claimed she is?

Won't she lose business deals when she gets into a scandal?

There was too much at stake and she wasn't willing to risk it on the bed of pleasure.

But Alex was still looking at her. When he spoke, it was with authority.

“Take off your top and let me see your breasts, mama,” he commanded.

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

Hannah Fox thought she had the perfect life: a loving husband, a sweet son, and a peaceful home.
Until one night, she walks into the kitchen and sees her husband kissing their neighbor.
But that moment is only the beginning.
Her husband's phone password?
The neighbor's birthday.
The little girl next door who calls him "Uncle Jason"?
She might actually be his daughter.
Seven years of marriage.
Seven years of lies.
Just when Hannah's world completely falls apart, she meets Chris Walker, a powerful man who has also been betrayed by the woman he once loved.Two broken hearts.
Two shattered marriages.
But as secrets unravel and desire grows between them, Hannah must decide:
Will she keep living in the shadow of betrayal or finally take back the life that was stolen from her?

After I got pregnant with my second child, our two foster kids turned into monsters.
Ten-year-old Silas started hiding crushed glass in my prenatal meals. His eight-year-old sister, Lyra, would stand outside my door at night, whispering, "Die, Vivienne. It's your time to die."
When Silas violently shoved me toward the stairs, I packed their bags, ready to send them back to the agency.
But my five-year-old daughter, Elodie, clung to them, begging me through tears.
Foolishly, I relented. I let them stay.
Shortly after, I lost my baby.
I closed my eyes in absolute despair—only to open them and find myself back on the exact day I discovered I was pregnant.

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

He needed a Luna, not a heartbeat. Until he met her.
Alpha Asher is the most feared King, ruthless, cold, and haunted by a blood-stained past. After losing his fated mate to an evil sorcerer's trickery, he vowed never to love again.
All he needed was a political pawn. Celia Wright was supposed to be that pawn. But when the council delivers her sister, Kayla, instead, Asher's carefully constructed walls begin to crumble.
Kayla is everything he should despise: innocent, radiant, and dangerously tempting.
Loving Kayla means betraying the memory of Emily, the mate he thought he killed years ago, but losing her would be the end of his soul.
Kayla was supposed to be a replacement. Now, she's his obsession...

Every night begins the same way.

Candlelight. Steam curling over marble baths. Her body trapped between silk sheets and a man who owns her life. Matteo Russo’s hands are ruthless, possessive—claiming, testing, reminding her who holds the power. Desire burns sharp and dangerous, turning hatred into something filthy and irresistible.

Lila Moreno was kidnapped to pay her father’s $3 million betrayal.
A Palermo nightclub dancer dragged into a forced marriage with Sicily’s most feared mafia don.

She swore she’d kill him.

By day, she plots. Steals secrets. Turns allies against each other. Seduces rivals just to watch them fall. By night, their war turns physical—control versus defiance, rage colliding with need. Every touch is a challenge. Every kiss tastes like violence and surrender all at once.

Then the explosions start.

Bombs ticking down. Enemies closing in. Bodies pressed together while death waits outside the door. Passion becomes reckless. Addictive. Impossible to stop.

The truth shatters everything—her father once saved Matteo’s life. A rival family plans his execution. And Lila is carrying his twins.

When Matteo falls into a coma, the captive takes the throne.

Lila orders bloodshed. Executes traitors. Rules the empire meant to destroy her.

She was taken as a debt.
She stayed for power.
And now, she owns both the man who broke her…
and the mafia that will burn for her.

“No panties again,” he growled low, fingers sliding through her slick folds. “You’ve been waiting for this.”

Isla’s breath hitched. “Dante—”

“Quiet.” He sank two fingers deep, curling hard. “Look at me while you come undone for the wrong brother.”

Her head fell back; he tightened his grip on her throat just enough.

“Dante… please…”

He replaced his fingers with his cock in one brutal thrust. She cried out, legs wrapping around him as he fucked her against the wall—deep, punishing, possessive.

“Say my name when you come,” he rasped, hips snapping. “Not his. Mine.”

I was sold to the ruthless Don, Dante Romano.
Instead, they married me off to his identical twin, Damian—thinking it would keep me tame.
They were wrong.
Legally I’m Damian’s wife. But every night it’s Dante who slips into my room, who pins me down in the dark, who fucks me slow and filthy until I’m sobbing his name into the pillow.
One brother owns me on paper. The other owns my body, my secrets, my breaking heart.
In a world of blood, betrayal and twisted vows, I’m falling for the monster I was never supposed to touch......

"In the end, the guy doesn't change for the girl, the girl is still broken and they don't end up together."

He was cold
He was tormented
He was cruel
He was ruthless
He was powerful
He couldn't love
He killed
He was the alpha of doom

She was fragile
She was sweet
She was kind
She loved anyone
She was broken
She was tortured
She was an omega

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing.
He saw my face.
That was the end of my normal life.
Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive.
Maybe he was right.
The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head.
That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about.
I came here as a witness.
I stayed as something else entirely.
Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave.
The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him.
I was about to find out.

I was declared dead in a car accident—while my husband was desperately trying to save the woman he truly loved.
Five years later, I return with top medical skills and two adorable children. Now, the world knows me as the renowned “Dr. Green.”
With red-rimmed eyes, Charles Windsor corners me and chokes out, “Diana, our children… are they still alive?”

The child I brought into this world through sheer determination now calls my husband's mistress "mother"; the youth who slew my father for my sake and was imprisoned, now confines me beyond the threshold, forcing me to hear his carnal symphony with his stepmother. Only then did I comprehend: the sixteen-year-old boy who committed patricide for me had long perished within the prison walls.

As the tyrant ruling the underworld, Victor was ruthless and bloodthirsty, showing no mercy to anyone.

Women who tried to climb into his bed usually didn’t even get a whole corpse, yet I was the only one he kept by his side.

I’d taken a poisoned bullet for him, and nearly bled to death on the rotting floor of a safe house giving birth to his son.

He once kissed the bullet scar on my shoulder and promised me that when he sat on the godfather’s throne, I would be his only family matriarch.

But the moment he slipped on that black onyx ring symbolizing power, he carried another woman into the master bedroom of the manor.

I burst for the door, and he ordered his bodyguards to pin me outside, forcing me to listen to their sounds of passion all night long.

I banged on the door like a madwoman, so he slammed my paintbrush-wielding right hand in the heavy oak doorframe and crushed it mercilessly.

I finally caved when he threatened to cut off my mother’s hospital treatment.

One morning, Piper Smith woke up to find herself naked with clothes scattered on the floor and kiss marks on several parts of her body. She had no memory and no idea with whom she had spent a passionate night. The incident led to her being evicted from her grandma’s mansion.

Eight months later, she gave birth and became a single parent to her son. Until one day, an offer to become a private tutor for a girl from a wealthy family came to her.

Piper, who was struggling financially, did not hesitate to accept the job offer. And from there, Piper finally discovered a shocking fact that had been hidden from her all this time.

What was the shocking fact? Who was the man she had spent the night with? Will Piper and her son be happy?

That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

Vincenzo's hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip.
"Do you want that?" He asks roughly. "Do you want us?"
I stare at him lustfully. My eyes clouded with lust, passion and desire.
I'm surrounded. Drenched in lust. Filled with passion and burning fire. Filled with the heat of desire pooling in my stomach.
I'm horny as fuck.
I should say no. I should.
I'm not supposed to be doing this.
Not with my stepbrothers.
Not with three of them all at once.
But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper.
"Yes."
All three of them groan.
"Your wish is our command, my vixen," Riccardo says hoarsely, and I shiver.


After Elena's mother marries a powerful billionaire, she moves into a lavish estate only to discover that her new stepbrothers are triplets.
They're older, hot, intimidating, dangerous, sinfully attractive…and nothing alike when it comes to how they treat her.
Her mother says "They're just your brothers now."
But they don't look at her like brothers.
Not even a tiny bit.
Elena never meant to fall for them. But they all seem to want her and won't back down.
To make things worse?
They're heirs to a Mafia empire. And they've all decided that Elena belongs to them…in very different ways.

"Mr. Geal, we can't… please." Her voice trembled as his fingers traced her jaw and brushed against her lips.
Her breath came in short gasps as she whispered, "Please, you're betrothed."
His hands slid to her neck, his voice a dark growl. "It doesn't matter. You're mine anyway."
Before she could speak, his mouth claimed hers, sealing a truth neither of them could escape.
Olivia Macurry's only dream was to escape the stage lights and start over.
No more stripping. No more selling herself to survive. Just a normal job, a normal life.
But fate had other plans.
One night, a stranger offered fifteen thousand dollars for her time. She agreed—then ran before the night was over.
Now, that same man is her new boss.
Leonardo Geal. Cold. Powerful. Addictive. The man she tried to forget, but who never stopped thinking about her.
What began as obsession soon twisted into something darker.
Attraction became possession.
Possession became madness.
He's engaged to another, yet he can't stay away.
Lies, secrets, and betrayal push them to the edge, until desire becomes their most dangerous weapon.
Leonardo thrives in chaos. And even though he's betrothed, he belongs to her— Body, mind, and soul.

"Why me?" she whispered.
His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Because only you make my heart beat again… and I'd rather burn this world than let you go."


A King is incomplete without his Queen.
Just as Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is incomplete without his little, innocent girl. Ava Sophie Marcus.
Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear.
He's a second God.
Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he's labelled, Death.
He kills ruthlessly.
He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him.
What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife?
Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add.
Join Ava on her rollercoaster journey of being the Mafia Don's wife.

Emma Wyatt was a humble Omega wolf from a struggling family in her pack. Despite the challenges they faced, her four loving brothers stood by her, even as their mother battled depression and their father sank deeper into his gambling addiction. Life at the bottom of the pack hierarchy was unforgiving—marked by judgment, hardship, and the constant sting of being overlooked.

The final blow came when her boyfriend of four years, the one she believed might be her salvation, cruelly rejected her. Unable to look past her lowly status, he chose to marry the alpha’s daughter instead, shattering Emma’s heart. Escape from her family’s circumstances seemed an impossible dream, yet Emma and her brothers clung to hope, persevering through their trials.

For Emma, solace existed only in her dreams. In that enchanting world far removed from reality, she found a man who seemed perfect—strong, kind, and devoted. He brought her a sense of peace and joy she could never find in her waking life. Each morning, she poured her dreams into a journal, a fragile lifeline tethering her to a happiness that felt almost real.

But life soon spiralled out of control. Her father’s debts led to relentless threats from the local mob, pulling her family into a nightmare they couldn’t escape. As her world descended into chaos, she encountered the man from her dreams—not as a saviour, but as the ruler of the hell engulfing her life.

A forbidden night with the Brother's best friend resulted in the ruthless Don having a secret child.
I wanted to leave the mafia world and start a new life, so I left to start a new life. A funeral forced me to return home, where I found myself in the arms of my arch-nemesis, Roman De Luca. He is as ruthless as he is handsome, and after his father's death, he became a mafia boss.
One night, a fire broke out between us, and I remembered why he was my childhood crush. Ignoring our mutual hatred, his new status as a mafia boss, and most importantly, the fact that he is my brother's best friend, we crossed a line that he demanded we never cross again.
But that's how life works...I'm pregnant.

Join Ava Sophie Marcus on her journey of being the MAFIA DON's wife. Ava is your regular twenty-one-year-old girl, she lived with her mom, a verbally abusive father, and her two younger siblings in a small town just outside Seattle.

She's the perfect description of beauty, unknowingly to her though or she just won't admit it. She always dream her Prince charming will come and sweep her off her feet, not that she would say it out loud.

But what would she do when the Don of all Mafia wants her to be his wife in exchange for her father's debt, would she be able to cope with being the Don's wife? or not.

Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear. Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he has everything any woman would dream of, devilishly handsome face, insanely awesome body and lavishly rich.

A multi-billionaire.

He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him.

He's a second God.

He slays ruthlessly.

What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife?

Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add.

I saved her… hid her from the world. Camouflaged her from my enemies. For years, I wondered if I did the right thing. Was the family I left her with taking good care of her? When I enter the auction, I get my answer. I never expected to see her big blue eyes again. Never expected for her to be the main attraction. Virgin for sale… highest bidder wins. I had no intention of buying her, but her body called to me. I find myself bidding. Again and again. Until I’m the proud owner of an eighteen-year-old virgin. She thinks I saved her again. She's so wrong. I just threw her to the hungry wolf. I’m going to enjoy breaking her down. Piece by piece. But not before I seek out the family that promised to protect her and get my revenge.

She felt his hands suddenly move up her thighs before resting on her hips.
Her breath hitched as he leaned forward, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers, his hot breath fanning her face. She shivered. "What are you doing?" Her voice came out as a whisper.
"What does it look like?" He retorted, nonchalant as usual.

Anabelle Sanchez Martinez  was known for her beauty and stubbornness as the heir of the Sanchez Group and the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez. She thought she had it all, that her fate was in the palm of her hands. But an unexpected turn of events changed her life overnight. The life she thought she knew. She didn't expect to be sold to a handsome, ruthless man whom the world feared. But unknown to Anabelle, she wasn't just sold off, but stuck in between a game of deceit, destruction, power-thussle, desire, and bloodshed. Will the stubborn young heiress, who knew nothing but her luxurious world, be able to navigate this world of doom?
This new reality?

"The contract marriage has expired. You're no longer useful to me," Lucas's cold voice pierced my heart. After three years of devotion, I was nothing but a disposable tool.

Then, he brought her home. Amelia, his cherished true love—and the daughter of the mafia family that slaughtered my parents. She sneered at me, flaunting my mother's stolen sapphire necklace, while Lucas ruthlessly kicked me out, calling me a mere "housekeeper."

My heart shattered entirely, but the tears finally stopped. I signed the divorce papers and walked out into the night.

He thought I was a penniless nobody who would crumble without his wealth. He didn't know my real name was Isabella Sorelli.

When I appeared at a top-tier banquet, flanked by my three wildly protective, billionaire brothers, Lucas's eyes widened in sheer shock. I am the heiress to the city's greatest empire now. You threw me away for a snake, Lucas? Watch me crush her. And when you finally realize what you lost, begging on your knees won't be enough.

A dark, age-gap mafia romance
Camila Rodriguez is a spoiled nineteen-year-old brat with a virgin pussy and a mouth made for sin. When she’s sent to live under the roof of Alejandro Gonzalez; mafia king, cold-blooded killer, and the man who once swore to protect her, she knows exactly what she wants. And it’s not protection.

She wants 'Him'.
His control.
His rules.
His hands gripping her throat while she moans his name.

But Alejandro doesn’t fuck girls like her. He’s dangerous, untouchable and desperately trying to resist the sinful little temptress who sleeps just down the hall in silk and lace.

Too bad Camila doesn’t believe in rules.
Not when she can bend over and make him break every one of them.
And when he finally snaps, he doesn’t just fuck her.
He breaks her.

Hard. Rough. Unforgiving.
Exactly how she wanted it.

To save my dying sister, I provoked James Smith, the city's most dangerous Mafia Don.

I thought it was a simple transaction, but he pinned me against the wall, his fingers tracing my lips as he whispered dangerously, "Sweetie, since you call me your sugar daddy, then fulfill your obligations. Remember, your first time was mine, and you’ll never escape me in this lifetime."

I believed he was a heartless monster until, facing death, he shoved his only gun into my hands and placed his ring around my neck. "Ella, run! Hide and wait for me..."

As his black SUV drifted into the gunfire to draw them away, I was left trembling. Would he make it back alive to claim me again?

My fate was truly terrifying. When I was little, I dreamed of a handsome and dashing prince on a white horse to be my husband. I held on to that dream for years, hoping it would come true. I'd never had any luck in romantic relationships. I'd dated twice, and been cheated on twice. They said I was ugly, a weird nerd with thick glasses. Well, I didn't care, because I was a genius. I still hoped my prince on a white horse would come someday.
But reality was cruel. The man who came to me wasn't a prince on a white horse with a charming smile, but a dying man with three bullets that nearly ripped his heart out. He was Elion Starling, a businessman and Don. He forced me to heal him, and in that very moment, he claimed me as the mother of his child.

"In this life, this place is where my revenge will begin."
"The first part of my revenge has begun. I will let my father see their true faces. Let's see how they handle it."


Amira Davis was a rising doctor with a bright future, until her stepsister kidnapped her, stole her kidney, and revealed the man Amira loved was part of the plan. Left for dead, Amira leapt to escape her pain… but fate gave her a second chance.
Reborn at 18, she returns with one mission: revenge.
When she saves the life of ruthless Mafia boss Leonardo Marchetti, he vows to protect her. But as passion ignites and secrets unravel, Amira discovers she's the daughter of Leonardo's deadliest enemy and her entire past was built on blood and lies.
Now caught between love and vengeance, family and betrayal, Amira must choose: destroy the man who stole everything or trust him to help her reclaim it all.
Revenge runs deep. Love cuts deeper.
Start reading now—Amira's war has only just begun.

Lea never imagined facing such a drastic turn in her life. Threatened by her own employer, she's forced to take on her identity and marry the son of a wealthy count living in a distant castle. Dark rumors surround Don Moretti, a scientist with a mysterious past, fueling tales of black magic and even suggesting his son might be a demon. However, all these stories pale in comparison to what Lea experiences after marrying Lucca.

Her groom's father, a mad scientist, conducts forbidden experiments in the castle's basement, even on Lucca himself, rendering him a terrifying figure. Dragged against her will into this ominous setting, Lea lives with a man who seems less than human, but she gradually realizes Lucca isn't evil. He's actually a victim of his father's madness, as he imprisons supernatural creatures in the attic.

While planning her escape from the castle, Lea encounters obstacles, as her non-human husband is reluctant to let her go. Moreover, the castle's supernatural creatures make finding a moment of relief nearly impossible.

Luciano moved closer, closing the gap between them. An expressionless glare hardened his features as his rough hand clamped around her jaw, forcing her face up to meet his dreadful gaze.

“Your husband sold you to me. I gave you the freedom you always wanted, yet somehow you ended up in my arms again.”

“I’m not one of those useless women who crawl back to you,” she spat, ignoring the way his grip tightened on her jaw. “I despise you with everything inside me.”

“I bought you for seventy billion dollars,” he said coldly. “If you can afford to give me back the money, I’ll have no reason to deny you the freedom you want so badly.

“But if you can’t, you’ll continue to serve me—” His lips curved into a cruel smile.

“As my personal toy and plaything.”


Abandoned as a child and raised in an orphanage, she learned early that love never lasted. Years later, the same parents returned—not for her, but for their debt. To settle it, they handed her over to Davin, the man who became her husband.

Just when she thought she was finally happy, everything ended. An evening after her birthday, her husband was shot dead.

The man who pulled the trigger was her boss—Frederick Hayden. Until she discovered that everything happening to her from the very beginning was tied to him.

Would she trust him… or run from the man who had been controlling her fate all along?

In my previous life, I was humiliated as an illegitimate child for twenty-two years, and was eventually abandoned by my family and given to the deep-sea fish-men to be eaten alive.

I only learned the truth before I died—I was the true bloodline of the Sterling family, and my beloved younger brother was nothing but a bastard born from my mother's affair.

Reborn back to the turning point of fate, his parents, who also carried memories of the apocalypse, once again gave his younger brother a "good opportunity": to marry the Siren princess of the Abyss royal family and enjoy the endless wealth and safety of the deep sea.

As for me, I was thrown into the "useless" Sky Tribe.

Unbeknownst to them, an apocalyptic world of extreme heat was about to descend.

They didn't know that the merfolk would drop their disguise when they were hungry .