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One signature sold her life away. One look sealed her fate forever. Dr. Seraphina Laurent spent six years scrubbing her father’s sins off her hands. As the daughter of the city’s most notorious mob boss, she became a top surgeon to save lives, not take them. She thought she was safe within the sterile walls of her hospital. She was wrong. When the Laurent empire crumbles in a single night of betrayal, the new King of the Underworld rises from the ashes to collect his due. Kaelen Vane. Ruthless. Lethal. And terrified by nothing—except the sunrise. He doesn't want the Laurent territory. He doesn't want the money. He wants her. "Your father’s debt is thirty million," Kaelen whispers, his skin unnaturally cold against hers. "You are the collateral." Dragged into a world of shadows, Seraphina is forced to become the personal surgeon to the Vane Syndicate. Her job is simple: Stitch up the monsters that rule the night. But Kaelen is different from the others. He moves faster than the eye can see. He never sleeps. And he looks at Seraphina not with lust, but with a haunted hunger that spans centuries. She thinks she is just a prisoner paying off a debt. She doesn't realize she is the reincarnation of the woman he lost five hundred years ago. He is a carnivore waiting to devour her. She is the only one who can handle his blood. In a game of life and death, will the surgeon cut out his heart, or will she be the one to finally make it beat again?

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

Lola is an unwanted child, often looked down on and shamed. At a young age, people kept saying that even when she got married, only good-for-nothing scums would want her! Years later, Lola comes back to end ties with her family once and for all when two children cling to her legs, saying; “Mommy, please let us adopt you!” “Mommy, Daddy misses you so much! He said he wants another baby!” When everyone was only interested in Lola’s misery, the richest and most influential hotshot announced, “My wife, please come home.” *** Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/gXCMQwmrGY

[R-18] [Darkest] In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch. [Contains dark themes and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.]

Em uma cidade mergulhada no crime e na corrupção, o detetive Ryan Dawson vê sua vida desmoronar quando o chefe de polícia, Ethan McAllister, é assassinado em um atentado brutal. Devastado e sedento por vingança, Ryan recebe uma proposta sombria: usar uma armadura experimental criada pela enigmática Astra Corporation, capaz de amplificar sua força e sua fúria. Agora, como o vigilante Fúria Vermelha, ele trava uma guerra sangrenta contra as gangues de Hipton, enfrentando o implacável Leprechaun, um estrategista cruel determinado a dominar o submundo. Mas, à medida que a linha entre justiça e vingança se torna cada vez mais tênue, Ryan percebe que sua maior batalha pode ser contra si mesmo. No confronto final, com sua alma em jogo, ele terá que decidir se será o herói que Hipton precisa ou o monstro que jurou destruir.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

With the power of the Talismans in his hand, how hard could it be to keep an eye on Jade? Shendu: I am a noble dragon and a Demon Sorcerer… Wait, Shen, you promised to cooperate with us! You said you would rescue me from hell!! Shen: Sorry. As everyone knows, I don’t keep my promises. Jade: Brother Shen, you're surrounded. Please be rational and surrender! We don’t want to send you to hell! Shen: But now… I already have everything I need. Roaming across worlds begins with becoming the master of Dark Chi. The Lord of Dark Chi in Jackie Chan Adventures. The Tai Chi God of War in Corpse Brothers. Fight demons. Fight zombies. Train martial arts. Wear armor. Pilot mechas. Shen: I came. I saw. I conquered. World Travel: Jackie Chan Adventures, Corpse Brothers, Armor Hero, Super Beast Armor, Fox Spirit Matchmaker.

~In a world ruled by blood and power, love is the most dangerous move of all.~ Isabella Moretti has spent her life knowing two things. Loyalty is everything, and the Romano family is the enemy. Especially Dante Romano. He always seemed cold, sharp and untouchable.The kind of man who doesn’t look at girls like her even when they shared the same halls, the same classrooms, the same stolen glances she swore he never noticed. Then he disappeared. Five years later, he returns not as the boy she once knew but as something far more dangerous. And when Isabelle's world falls apart, the last person she expects to claim her is Dante. Not to save her. Not to comfort her. But to possess her and no one is allowed to touch what he claims. He tells himself she’s just leverage, a necessary move in a deadly game of power. Keeping her close ensures the enemy cannot touch her… or use her. But proximity is a dangerous thing. Because Isabella has always known the fire beneath his ice. And Dante is about to discover that the girl he once ignored is no longer a naive school crush. She’s sharp, fearless, and far too intoxicating to keep at arm’s length. ~Isabella is supposed to be a leverage, a strategic move in a ruthless war. Instead, she becomes his weakness.~

Being the fat, unwanted ugly duckling with no wolf would've been survivable. But the daily cruelty—from classmates at school and a vicious stepbrother at home—was too much for Anita to carry. One month before her eighteenth birthday, she steps in front of a speeding truck, ready to end it all. With her last breath, she curses the day she was born—relieved that death has finally set her free. Except… death doesn't come. Instead, Anita wakes up in a different time. A different world. A different body. Same nightmare family. Before she can understand what's happening, her stepbrother sells her off to settle his debt—handing her to the Alpha of the Dark Shadow Park, the most ruthless Alpha Mafia King alive. A man feared across realms. A man who owns everything he touches. Including her. Trapped in the hands of a cold, merciless Alpha who plans to use her and never let her go, Anita's new life spirals into violence, desire, and dark power plays. Survival becomes a daily battle. But fate isn't done being cruel. Because the monster who owns her—is also her moon-given mate. Now Anita must choose: Submit to destiny, or rewrite it in blood.

Ava's Christmas is ruined. After a terrible fight with her abusive boyfriend, she is hurt and alone. By mistake, she sends a desperate text for help to the wrong number. The text simply says: "He broke my ribs." The reply is immediate: "I'm on my way." But the man coming to save her isn't who she thinks. He is Leo "The Ghost" Moretti, a lonely and feared Mafia boss who is tired of his violent life. Her text, meant for someone else, lands in his quiet world like a spark. He sees a chance to be someone's hero instead of their villain. As Leo helps Ava heal and hide, a dangerous game begins. Ava's ex-boyfriend is searching for her, and Leo's own enemies in the crime world are closing in. Trapped between two dangerous men, Ava must trust the one who came when she called. Can a miracle born from a mistake survive a storm of bullets and betrayal long enough to find a happy ending?

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

Mia Torres thought the hardest thing she'd ever do was bury her brother. She was wrong. One year later, a man is waiting for her at his grave. Damien Voss — mafia boss, her brother's former best friend, and the last person she ever wanted to see again. He's holding a contract with Ryan's signature on it, and only one thing to say: Ryan owed him. Now she does. Mia is furious. Damien is immovable. And somewhere between her hatred and his silence, the truth about Ryan's death begins to surface — a truth neither of them is ready for. She came to grieve. She leaves as his. Some debts are paid with more than money. Some chains are never meant to break.

Ashley Bloom was born into blood and power. As the only daughter of Matthias Bloom, the most powerful kingpin in the underworld, she grew up surrounded by loyalty, danger, and the unspoken rule that weakness meant death. But when her father is betrayed by his most trusted aide and assassinated in cold blood, Ashley’s world collapses overnight. The empire her father built begins to crumble. Rival families close in. Allies turn silent. Enemies circle like vultures. Now hunted and alone, Ashley has two choices: run… or rise. Determined to reclaim her father’s throne and expose the traitor who destroyed her family, she steps into a world that never believed she would lead. But she knows she cannot win a war this big on her own. There is only one man powerful enough to help her rebuild the Bloom empire. Terrence Walters. Young. Ruthless. Brilliant. Feared across the underworld. And her father’s greatest enemy. For years, Terrence and Matthias Bloom fought a silent war for dominance. Their names were never spoken in the same room without tension. But now fate forces Ashley to stand before the one man her father despised. When she proposes an alliance, Terrence studies her with cold amusement. “I can help you,” he says calmly. “But on one condition.”

Once the pampered daughter of the most powerful Mafia clan in the city, Aria DeLuca lost everything when a rival clan destroyed her family and stripped her of her power. At her lowest point, Victor Draven—her first love who had mysteriously disappeared abroad five years ago—returned. But he was no longer the warm, playful boy she once knew. In his place stood a cold, ruthless man with unreadable eyes. Desperate and with nowhere else to turn, Aria DeLuca sought his help. But Victor only looked at her and asked, “What would I gain from helping you?” Now, with nothing left to her name, Aria DeLuca must decide how far she is willing to go… and what she is willing to offer the man who once loved her.

Note: this novel is rated 18. In our world, you don't ask your enemy for help. Unless you have nothing left to lose. Valentina Romano had everything once. The perfect family. The perfect life. The perfect future. Then her father was murdered, her family turned to wolves, and the only door left open led straight to Dante Moretti. Her first love. Her greatest enemy. The most dangerous man alive. His help comes at a price she never expected to pay. But surviving him might cost even more.

Trigger Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This book contains sexual content, strong language, depictions of illegal activities, drug use and related crimes, and scenes of violent crime. Reader discretion is advised. ——— Sometimes, love comes knocking in a suit and scarred hands, and changes everything… Ayla Thorne, a twenty-two-year-old college graduate, is weighed down by debt and the constant worry of her father’s mounting medical bills. To keep her life afloat, she works part-time at a small coffee shop—and at the Morettis’, a family whose wealth and influence both fascinates and intimidates her. Everything changes the moment she meets Cassian Moretti, heir to the powerful Moretti dynasty. He’s back in town for one reason only: revenge. And in the blink of an eye, Ayla finds herself swept into a storm of emotions she never expected—love, heartbreak, loss, survival… and love again. As hidden truths come to light, Ayla uncovers the real story about her mother and a complicated connection to Lorenzo Vellani, a man whose presence shakes her heart and forces her to question everything she thought she knew about family, loyalty, and desire. When a quiet, dangerous obsession with a Mafia boss starts to feel like love, Ayla Thorne faces a question she never imagined she’d have to answer: does she run from it—or does she finally embrace the darkness pulling her in?

At twenty-six, Xavier is already a ghost in his own life. He spends his days under the buzzing fluorescent lights of a warehouse, moving crates of "success" he will never own, all to provide for the woman he has loved since high school. He isn't loud or confident ,he is simply steady. He believes that hard work and consistency are the keys to a future that matches the glitz of his younger brother Liam’s life. But a single surprise visit home shatters the world Xavier bleds for. Finding Lenny in the arms of his idolized younger brother doesn't just break Xavier’s heart it removes it. As Liam sneers at his "pathetic" lack of ambition and Lenny dismisses him as "too sweet," the man Xavier used to be vanishes. In the silence of a hollow apartment, surrounded by the remnants of a life built on lies, Xavier realizes that being "good" was his greatest mistake. The betrayal has done its work. Now, the man who was once too soft to speak is finding a new, dangerous kind of silence.

Warning! 18+ Explicit content. Dark and Mafia themes. Lyvana Montclair’s wedding to Mark Vaughn was supposed to be a fairytale. Instead, it was a death sentence. On their wedding night, the man she loved showed his true face — and then someone shoots her dead. ​But death didn't stick. ​Lyvana wakes up two years in the past, on the eve of the engagement that ruined her. To claim the inheritance her father left behind, Lyvana’s grandmother demands one unbearable price: marriage to Mark as it was her father’s final wish. But after a series of strange coincidences and near-misses, Lyvana begins to suspect that history may be repeating itself... Someone still wants her dead. Refusing to die again, Lyvana plots her escape and her revenge. Her best friend offers a dangerous solution — one that could ruin everything... or not. The plan is dangerous: find a man so spectacular and so "perfect" that her grandmother will forget Mark ever existed. A man who can win a seat at the Montclair table and dismantle Mark’s influence from the inside. Then enter Julian Blackwood. Dark, enigmatic, and powerful. More powerful than anyone even knows. Julian is the last man who should ever notice someone like Lyvana. Their arrangement was supposed to be a temporary business deal. But Julian doesn't play by anyone's rules. As he begins to hunt the one trying to kill her, Lyvana realizes that while she hired him to be a shield, Julian is playing for keeps. ​The deal was temporary... His obsession is not...

What happened the moment Yuri vanished from Drew’s house, blood staining his hands? Jay-jay’s world shatters into silence and guilt. Keifer burns with unspoken love and rage he can’t control. Section E’s unbreakable barkada starts cracking under secrets that refuse to stay buried. From midnight searches and heartbreaking confessions to kidnappings, comas, and betrayals that cut deeper than any knife — this is the extreme emotional storm fans have waited for. JayFer endgame. No forgiveness comes easy. No one escapes unscathed. Fan continuation after Chapter 386 (Checkmate). Inspired by eatmore2behappy’s original. Not official. Heavy angst → heart-wrenching comfort → ultimate healing. Buckle up.

"If you want to kill me, you’ll have to survive me first." On one side, we have Cilian Vane. He is an Alpha to the core, and not just an Alpha. He is a fox-eyed bastard who plays chess with people's lives with a smile. And then on the other side, we have Ren Pierce. He is an Omega slave from a fallen mafia family, and now he has one goal: to live long enough to drive a knife through Cillian’s heart. One wants to tease his captive to death. The other wants to strangle his 'master' to death. In this violent relationship between a lethal Alpha and a defiant Omega, the air is thick with pheromones and hatred. In a house where every 'kind' gesture is a trap, only one will come out on top. What will prevail? Is it love, or hate?