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[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

Scarlet Vesper died with hatred in her heart. Betrayed. Shot. Abandoned. At the moment of death, her pure soul twisted into something darker — and that caught the attention of a devil. Samael, the Accuser. He offered her a deal. Rebirth in exchange for her soul. Revenge in exchange for eternity. Scarlet accepted without hesitation. Now reborn years before her downfall, she is no longer the naïve girl who trusted too easily. This time, she chooses power. But there are rules in this world. id you want everything you have to sacrifice too. To save her from her own anger ' Ciel Volkiere will come and save her from her own sighed pit. He is the most dangerous man in their country. A ruthless mafia but only different to Scarlet whose eyes are fixed on only revenge.

Jane Williams, a 22-year-old London literature student, catches the eye of Dimitri Volkov — a ruthless Russian-Italian mafia boss — at a charity gala. Days later, she's drugged and wakes up in his remote Russian estate, thousands of miles from home. With no escape and no choice, Jane navigates captivity with sharp wit and quiet defiance, slowly uncovering the dangerous world Dimitri inhabits — and the complicated man beneath the armour. As enemies close in, loyalties fracture, and the distance between them shrinks, Jane must decide what she's willing to risk for something that was never supposed to happen.

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance

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]

Scarlett had always been fearless from a young age.Exposed to her family's drug business made her cruel and cold ,this was the reason Adrian refused to get married to her and he has a girl who he loves but Scarlett was not going to let her family loose a business partner due to some lousy love story

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ In a city ruled by mafia bloodlines and vampire supremacy, survival is not a right—it’s a privilege that has to be earned. Adrian appears to be just a delivery worker trying to keep his mother alive in a world that devours the poor. But because of his bloodline he knows which streets to avoid, which eyes not to meet, and how to stay invisible. He’s learned that discipline keeps you alive longer than courage ever will. But one wrong hallway changes everything. After witnessing a murder meant to erase a past that refuses to stay buried, Adrian finds himself trapped under the control of Lucian Black—a young, untouchable vampire mafia boss whose power bends technology, territory, and lives with effortless precision. Adrian is not killed. He is kept. What begins as containment turns into something far more dangerous as Adrian proves impossible to break, impossible to discard, and increasingly impossible to ignore. Lucian remains cold, distant, unreachable—yet the longer Adrian exists within his world, the more fragile that distance becomes. In a society where vampires determine rank, loyalty is always bought with blood, and obsession is the deadliest currency of all, being wanted can be worse than being hunted. And some bonds, once formed, were never meant to be escaped. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ https://discord.gg/F5N7Ut45X. My book's discord server. Hi guys! it’s me again! This is my Cupid’s Quill entry. I don’t plan to pause my WSA book but I’d appreciate if you guys can support this one first for the next one and half month, please support me. I really want this as a career also I’m very much open to suggestions and corrections. Thanks for your love

Cursed at ten, Izana Grimshaw grew up feared by others and by himself. The night the curse awakened, destroyed his family and left him believing he was a monster, a belief he carries as a permanent mark of his grief. Now a ruthless mafia boss, he hides his light-sensitive green eyes behind a white blindfold while the curse slowly destroys his health. He distrusts physical contact, recoiling from any touch as if it could harm both him and others. At twenty-six, Izana is forced into an arranged marriage with Leah Gryphon, a woman with a past as dark as his own. She tries to help him survive the curse, but he pushes her away, convinced he deserves nothing but isolation. But as hatred turns to understanding, and understanding to something far more dangerous, Izana must face the truth. Love may be the one thing strong enough to challenge the monster he believes himself to be.

When Allegra Di Sante’s father is murdered, she inherits the throne of the most dangerous crime family in Las Vegas. Power comes easily to her. Trust does not. Especially not with Aiden Kane — the quiet, lethal bodyguard who seems to know too much about her world. As enemies close in and betrayal spreads through her own family, Allegra and Aiden are forced into a dangerous alliance. But Aiden is hiding a secret that could destroy everything between them. Because he didn’t come to protect the queen of Vegas. He came to bring her empire down.

Prequel LIMERENCE, book 2 KALOPSIA A nine-year-old boy was taken from a California beach, brought to the cliffs of Calabria where Domenico Cassano, a young Don with cold blood but a burning ambition for power, resided. Joey Carter, that blue-eyed boy, didn't know that he was payment for his mother's past debt-and simultaneously, the Don's most expensive investment. In a majestic villa between the sea and ancient olive trees, the boy named Joey learned the first rule of his new world: Silence is golden. Curiosity is a grave. Loyalty is measured in blood, not words. Domenico shaped him like a sculptor carving marble-hard, patient, merciless. He gave him an elite education but also dark lessons: how to read a threat in a smile, how to hear conspiracy in silence, how to deliver a threatening message with trembling hands but an empty face. Seasons changed. The boy grew up in a gilded cage, enveloped in a protection that felt like a shackle. He tried to run, failed, got hurt, and was finally claimed entirely by the Don. Joey learned that ownership has many faces-some come with chains, some with scars on the soul. - Trilogy: KALOPSIA Prequel Book 2 Story by oishielmo Psychological Dark Romance · Mafia Drama · Coming-of-Age

Lorelai is nothing more than a maid in the powerful Draven household until the family forces her into a marriage alliance with their bitter enemies, the Varkis clan. Rather than sacrifice their own daughter, the Dravens send Lorelai as a disposable scapegoat to seal the uneasy truce. The Varkis family, unaware she is only a servant, believes she is the woman who nearly killed their heir. From the moment she arrives, Lorelai faces cold hostility and open suspicion. When an assassination attempt leaves her with amnesia, she wakes in enemy territory with no memory of her true identity or the danger she’s in. Trapped in an unfamiliar world of suspicion and secrets, Lorelai must now decide whom to trust and whom to fear before the truth catches up and destroys her.

Survival in a mafia romance game requires seduction, betrayal, and choosing the right mob boss. But thriller writer Tisha is armed with something far more dangerous: basic common sense. When a glitching, aggressively romantic otome game starts invading her actual life, Tisha must survive forced proximity tropes, sniper crosshairs, and four highly lethal suitors—all while protecting her utility bill, her unbranded coffee, and her deeply judgmental tuxedo cat. It’s a battle of mafia romance tropes versus the laws of physics, and Tisha is bringing a heavily dented throwing knife to the gunfight. [50 Chapters. Publishes Daily.]

Ravenshire Academy has stood for over a century as a symbol of excellence. It is a place where the children of the country’s most influential families are educated, molded, and prepared to become the leaders of the future. Its reputation is flawless. Perhaps too flawless. When classified reports indicate a secret network of prostitution and drug distribution operating quietly within the academy, the shadow organization known as The Antiquarian decides the case is too sensitive for an open investigation. Too many powerful names are involved and too many doors would slam shut before the truth could escape. They need people who can get in without appearing to enter at all. Victoria, one of the best operators within The Antiquarian, receives the mandate. She then does something found in no official protocol: she sends her three younger siblings. The charismatic and trustworthy Helena infiltrates The Ivory Assembly, the most exclusive social circle at Ravenshire where the children of power gather and where dark recruitment begins. The cold and brilliant Angel joins The Alchemyst, a science club hiding secret laboratories and experiments that go far beyond the official curriculum. The sensitive and extroverted Romeo enters The Ashborn, a group of rebellious students long considered the source of trouble at Ravenshire who actually guard a secret no one suspects. The three of them adopt names that are not theirs, pretend to be strangers, and begin to move. What they discover is more than just high class crime operating behind expensive uniforms. At the heart of Ravenshire, a shadow organization called The Obsidian Society has been rooted for decades, recruiting, conditioning, and placing selected alumni in key positions across every sector of life. The drug and prostitution networks are merely instruments used for funding, control, and as entry points to something much larger. As the three siblings dig deeper, it becomes clear that the real threat is not about what is happening inside Ravenshire but rather what is being prepared to happen outside the academy walls precisely when the centennial celebration arrives. However, this investigation brings more than just physical danger. Amidst brutal social hierarchies, secret parties, and experiments that disturb the conscience, the three face something missing from Victoria’s briefing: people they cannot simply read as targets or threats. Kian, who knows more than he admits. Elias, who wants out but does not know how. Anya, who enters Angel’s life in a way that fits no strategic scheme. And Victoria herself, the sister who sent them to this place, who turns out to be hiding her own history with Ravenshire, a history that might be the true reason for all of this. By the time the full truth of The Obsidian Society begins to emerge, the question is no longer just about how to stop it but about who they will be after it is all over and whether the word finished is even relevant for something rooted this deep.

"New rule," he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. "From now on, you call me Daddy no matter what. You understand me?" I nod as much as his grip around my neck will allow, my pulse hammering against his palm. "Yes, Daddy." I obey. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Valentino, Raffaele, and Angelo, are the princes of Le Vipere Nere—the most feared Mafia family in Italy. I was just a stripper when Valentino first laid eyes on me. To him, I was supposed to be a fleeting distraction meant for nothing more than a night of passion and sin. But we became so much more. At first I was tangled only in his sheets until his brothers wanted a taste of me. Once they decided I was theirs, there was no escaping. Now I’m trapped between three Mafia heirs who don’t know how to share. They claim me. Worship me. And fuck me until I forget my own name. They make me crave the pain as much as the pleasure. They make me theirs—body, mind, and soul. But the truth is I’m living a lie, and when they discover my secret, this game of lust and obsession might end in blood. Welcome to a story of sin, power, and forbidden desire—where love and hate are separated by nothing more than a single heartbeat.

His expression was noxious, that bought me to my knees. It was turbulent, so was difficult to see anything through them. But I saw. I saw. Him. Maybe it was too late but I saw.

As the president of the Italian Caden Group, he believed he would never get involved with his subordinates, and he treated women as playthings. But he alone kept her as his chief secretary for five years, even though she was rumored to be his woman outside. After five years, the hateful woman actually slipped away from his eyes with branded kiss marks, yet she couldn't escape his underworld king's grasp. This damn man, he actually took over the group to threaten her, leaving her with no choice. Forced to become his woman, it wasn't what she wanted. But why did she unknowingly develop three parts of a fondness for him? Her lethargy, her weakness, made her realize what kind of man she had gotten involved with! In the end, was this just his hunting game?

Belonging to Lady Red Synopsis Liam Jones, a trader, fell for the most dangerous woman alive. In an attempt to get close to her, he staged a betrayal and paid the price. Now he's in a marriage that feels more like a taming. Will fate allow him to receive the love he desires, or will he break before then? The odds are stacked against them—especially now that Kelvin is involved.

“I hear you would do anything for the right price. If that's the case, then I would like to hire you. How much would you charge?” - Daniel Park, aka Fenrir, knew his reckless decision to earn money would bite him in the ass one day. He just did not expect it to happen so soon. After finally running away from the mafia, all Daniel needed to do was repay his debt to the ‘Den.’ Once he did, he and his brother would be free to live their lives. What he failed to account for was the obsession of the Alpha who had been obsessed with him from a young age. Daniel might have escaped the Den, but he was never able to run away from it. At least, not while the Young Master still had a hold on him. __________ “See, I told you that we are made for each other. No matter where you run and no matter what you do, you will always come back to me. After all, you became an omega because of me, and I became an alpha for your sake.” Young Master Ivan’s sinful voice sounded like melted lust. There was no reasoning with an alpha in rut. In the end, no matter how much Daniel suffered and how far he tried to run, he was bound by the dark obsession of an alpha standing at the top of the food chain. He never had a choice to run in the first place. __________ R18, Smut, Omegaverse, BL, Yaoi, Possessive, Alpha, Dark, BDSM…I don’t want to tag more…