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At nineteen, Roslyn(Rose/Rosie) has her life carefully mapped out in the quiet hill station where she lives with her sister-in-law Diana and two adoring kids. She's sworn to stay far away from the mafia world that destroyed families and claimed everyone she loved. It's a simple promise: no criminals, no dangerous men, no connections to her only brother Lirio who now took over her father's mafia empire. Rosie made a promise she intends to keep—no matter the cost she'd never fall for a killer. Then one moved in next door—all dark eyes and dangerous smiles, claiming to be a friendly stranger. Leonard's lying. He's the Apex. And he's hiding in her backyard. Fresh from winning the Blood battle and claiming the title of Apex—the deadliest young assassin in a generation—he's supposed to be lying low, healing, and staying invisible while every crime family in the hemisphere hunts him for the ultimate prize: a favour from the Mafia Lord himself. Instead, he's stealing roses from her garden to leave on her window, pillow, in between notebooks. And slowly, dangerously, becoming part of her world. She tries to hate him. He makes it impossible. Rose thinks he's an arrogant intruder who's trying to steal even her niece and nephew's affection. He thinks she's a naïve dreamer playing at normalcy while danger circles closer than she realises. They argue, they clash, they nearly kiss in his terrace garden under the stars. And with every late-night tutoring session every shared secret, every moment of unexpected tenderness, the walls between them crumble. But Rose isn't the only one falling. And unknowingly their fate is uncovering a conspiracy. The dark truth about the massacre that destroyed his family as it begins to unravel a web of lies that reaches into the highest levels of his own organisation. The closer they gets to the truth, the closer danger gets to Rose. Because someone wanted their mafia family dead. And when they discover its heirs are still alive—the last surviving ones to a legacy of power—they'll finish what they started. Two people trying to escape their fates. One impossible choice. He can return to his world and protect her from afar. Or he can stay and risk everything—his title, his life, and the fragile promise Rose made to the family she has left. In a story where loving the wrong person can get you killed and trust is a luxury neither can afford, Rose and the Leonard(Apex) must decide: Is love worth dying for? Or is survival worth living without it?

He swore to destroy her… until he couldn’t live without her. Rose Varela was born to rule the underworld. To her enemies, she is Chaos—a woman draped in silk and sin, dangerous enough to make kings kneel. But power has its price, and betrayal has her name written in blood. Asher King was supposed to be her enemy. The ruthless man with shadows in his past and secrets in his smile. The one who walked into her life as a hunter and stayed as something far more dangerous—an obsession. Their alliance is a lie. Their attraction, a battlefield. But when the city erupts in war and the Serpents rise again, Rose and Asher must decide: Will they destroy each other, or burn the world together?

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

In the quiet coastal town of Whitby, safety begins not with passion—but with firelight. Willow Smith, a guarded gothic chef-in-training from a working-class Japanese-British family, has spent her life learning how to survive raised voices and broken trust. Michael Jensen, a world-class chef carrying the invisible scars of wealth, neglect, and childhood abuse, arrives at her kitchen like a man who has mastered control but never known gentleness. Their connection does not explode into love. It settles. Through shared shifts, late-night walks along the pier, and the steady tending of a wood-fired oven, they build something rare: a relationship rooted in safety before desire. For Willow, Michael becomes the first man whose voice does not make her flinch. For Michael, Willow becomes the first place where he can rest without performing strength. But safety is fragile. Enter Samantha Shaw—wealthy, composed, and dangerously perceptive. She pulls Michael back into a world of power, manipulation, and inherited expectation. Under her influence, London becomes a place of isolation and addiction, where control disguises itself as care. As Samantha slowly rewrites Michael’s reality, Whitby begins to feel like a distant dream. Then comes the storm. A violent confrontation. A desperate drive through fog. A crash that fractures more than bone. Michael survives—but wakes without memory of the woman who loved him. What follows is not simply a battle for romance, but a battle for identity. As Samantha gaslights him into believing Whitby was a hallucination born of drug use and trauma, Willow refuses to surrender the truth. Because love, she believes, does not live only in memory. It lives in the body. When Michael returns to Whitby by chance, something stirs beneath the blankness. His hands remember heat. His instincts protect. His heart aches without knowing why. In the warmth of Fields of Waves and the quiet resilience of the woman he once chose, fragments begin to surface. Faded Memories is a slow-burning gothic romance about trauma, gaslighting, chosen family, and the radical power of gentleness. It asks a haunting question: If the mind forgets love— can the body still find its way home? And in the end, the answer is not remembering. It is choosing.

One funeral. Two brothers. A world of secrets. Andrea Lombardi’s life in London ended the moment she watched them lower her mother into the earth. Whisked away to the cold, glittering skyscrapers of New York by a father she barely knows, she is thrust into the elite world of Silverbrook Academy. Enter the triplets: Henry, the joker; Hailey, the instant best friend; and Harry—moody, broken, and dangerously magnetic. Harry is a storm Andrea knows she should avoid, but his touch is the only thing that makes her feel alive. But then there’s Antonio. The eldest brother. A cardiologist who holds lives in his hands and treats Andrea with a sophisticated intensity that Harry can’t match. As Andrea navigates her 18th year in a lavender-scented world of McLaren supercars and penthouse parties, she finds herself caught in a crossfire of loyalty and desire. In the Lombardi empire, love isn’t a gift—it’s a battlefield. And Andrea is about to find out that some hearts are meant to be broken.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18] Amabel Blakely, a university dropout plagued by debt and family problems, finds herself with limited options. Desperate to turn her life around, she makes a fateful decision – becoming a mistress of Valentine Langdale, a wealthy and married man with a childless marriage. Valentine, wanting more than just a secret affair, pushes Amabel to bear his child, promising to make her his second wife. Despite the complications, Amabel’s determination to secure a better life, cleat her family debts and see her mother open her eyes again from a coma fuels her actions. She is willing to do whatever it takes to win Valentine over, even if it means manipulating situations and playing the long game. With schemes, and sheer grit, Amabel sets out to transform her status from scorned mistress to pampered second wife of a rich family.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

In the heart of Nairobi’s rising fashion scene, Leila Peters is a designer with fire in her veins and heritage stitched into every seam she creates. From a modest Westlands studio, she dreams of taking African luxury to the world — on her own uncompromising terms. But the industry is ruthless. When elite designer Nadia Kibet targets her work, her team, and her reputation ahead of Nairobi Fashion Week, Leila finds herself fighting not just for recognition, but survival. Betrayal creeps close, ambition demands sacrifice, and the cost of authenticity grows heavier by the day. Then Alex Njoroge enters her world — a powerful media executive whose influence can elevate brands overnight. He sees Leila’s brilliance before the world does, and offers her something far more dangerous than opportunity: belief. As rivalry ignites, love deepens, and Bloom — Leila’s vision for a global African fashion empire — begins to rise, she must decide how much of herself she’s willing to burn to reach the top. Because in fashion, as in love, creation always begins in fire.

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

They came together through a random online group chat on Instagram. At first, they didn’t even like each other. But who knew they had so much to talk about? With every conversation came realizations—and with those realizations came a wind that swept them into a journey of love and heartbreak. They thought it was over… but was it really? Now, fate brings them together once more, with questions: If it's a coincidence once more, or fate playing its game? And what happens when two people stand against each other, ready to mold even destiny to their will… just to get her?

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Ling Liyu dies as a modern salaryman and wakes in an ancient empire as the notorious second son of the Minister of Finance. The body he inherits is hated for being a spoiled bully, and the capital is waiting for him to slip so they can tear him apart. At the emperor’s victory banquet, he crosses paths with Wang Xichen, a cold war general from a powerful family and the emperor’s nephew. A misunderstanding turns into curiosity, then into repeated encounters neither of them can fully avoid. As rumors spread and old enemies circle, Ling Liyu tries to survive by changing for real, using quiet “modern” common sense to fix his household and clean up the damage the old him left behind. But in court, reputation is a weapon, propriety is a cage, and someone is already setting traps. Between politics, rivalry, and rising border tensions, Ling Liyu and Wang Xichen are forced to choose what they’ll protect, who they’ll trust, and what kind of future they’re willing to fight for.

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

There was something unholy about the way he looked at me. I saw it the day my father remarried and brought him home. He stood beside his mother—quiet, watchful, with eyes too cold for a boy. When our gazes met, something sparked between us. Wrong. Forbidden. Dangerous. From that moment on, we were at silent war. My father trusted him. Trained him. Favored him. They all whispered the same thing—that he would become the heir. But I was the blood daughter and in the mafia world, only winners survive. So I did what I had to do. I lied. I made sure he was whipped, beaten and sent away. Years later, my father is dead. Our empire is collapsing. And I’m standing on an auction stage, about to be sold to strangers. Then the final bid is called. I’ve been bought. And when I finally see the man who owns me, my heart stops. It’s my brother. Now the most feared Don in the city. Relief came first. Then fear. Because I know his mother had something to do with my father’s death. And the way he looks at me now—slow, dark, dangerous—tells me one thing. This isn’t a rescue. It’s revenge. *Excerpt* “You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, closing the distance between us. His fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I didn’t spend that much money to let anyone else touch you” His voice low and dangerous. “By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be worth it!”

Chu Yan died in a car crash on modern Earth, but when the underworld offered him forgetfulness, he refused. Reborn with his memories intact in the ZERG empire, he grows up as the beloved youngest prince in a species built for war, and quietly remakes it from the inside: names replace numbers, schooling replaces instinct, and the old hunger for humans is dragged into the light and ended. When the galaxy is exhausted after thousands of years of bloodshed, Chu Yan offers something unthinkable: peace. To prove it, he leaves everything that has ever protected him and enters the human empire as a treaty student at the Imperial Military Academy. There, admiration and hatred collide. Commoner cadets begin to accept him because they know what war costs, while old factions sharpen their knives behind slogans and “clubs” that only insiders recognize. As Chu Yan fights to be seen as more than a symbol, Feng Xu, the empire’s youngest general and a strict temporary instructor, is tasked to receive him and keep order—only to find his suspicion slowly turning into attention, then restraint, then something neither of them can afford. It becomes whether it can be lived, and what it will demand from the people brave enough to try.

Jian Ci is the light. An S-class Esper, his powers ripple with the warmth of a thousand suns, his smile a blinding beacon that draws humanity, and hope, to him like moths to a flame. He is the Sun, a magnetic force of nature, utterly unaware of the abyss that gazes back. Yu Xi is the dark. A shadow with skin, a man who walks through life with a silent, consuming emptiness, broken only by a singular, scorching singularity... Jian Ci. He is the Abyss, a dark constellation orbiting a single star, and his existence is now defined by the answer to one terrifying question. How far are you willing to go for him? Yu Xi’s response, spoken as clearly as a death sentence. “To hell and back.” This is the story of an impossible equation: Light + Darkness = ? It is a love that warps physics and morality, a descent into an obsession so profound it threatens to rip the very fabric of their world. Yu Xi knows their combination is impossible, a contradiction that should result in utter annihilation. Yet, with a quiet, terrifying devotion, he is prepared to burn the world, his own soul included, if it means securing his star.

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

To save her father's farm, Sara agrees to live in Azure Heights- a penthouse owned by her father's wealthy friend. She's told she'll be safe. The three men living there are "into each other." Perfect. Except the cold heir's eyes lingering too long. The idol's flirting feels too real. And the MMA fighter who cooks dinner every night looks at her like she's something breakable- and dangerous. They made one rule when she moved in: Let her believe what she wants. They didn't expect her to become the only thing they couldn't ignore.