𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘂𝗽 Living under a microscope was all Cindy Awad ever knew. To the rest of the world, her life as a Saudi princess was wrapped in luxury, but to her, it was a prison. That was until she finally broke free, boarding a flight to New York City to start over and study quietly at NYU. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from her suffocating family and put her directly into the pathway of New York City's most lethal predator. Now, hiding in plain sight in a city that never sleeps, Cindy learns the hard way that freedom comes with a terrifying price tag. Trying to lead a normal college life proves to be entirely impossible after meeting Enzo Torres, an accident that could've been avoided. He was everything she was supposed to stay away from and precisely what she ran away from. But when Cindy looks into the dark, dead-eyed gaze of the city's untouchable assassin, she finds herself helplessly drawn in. What starts out as a dangerous game of leading her father away quickly spirals into a twisted tale of pure obsession. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. ◇─◇──◇─◇ In the unforgiving underworld of organized crime, Isabella's innocence is shattered when her father's past catches up with him, leading to his brutal murder at the hands of a vengeful Bratva leader. Yet, instead of meeting the same fate, she finds herself entangled in a web of darkness, where innocence becomes a distant memory and survival means embracing the very brutality that once stole her innocence. As their paths converge, Isabella finds herself falling in love with the man that destroyed her life and Aleksander becomes obsessed with the daughter of the man that took everything from him. Isabella meets a cold reality: the greatest monsters are born from the ashes of innocence. And if Isabella was a monster, Aleksander was even more dreadful than her. ◇─◇──◇─◇ - Dark Romance - Mafia story - Explicit sexual content - Mental health issues - Violence, blood and death - Age gap ◇─◇──◇─◇ Started: 28/04/2024 Finished: 17/07/2026 ◇─◇──◇─◇ Previous rankings: #1 for olderman #2 for cats

What happens when two words of arrogance meet? Bella Hale is the founder and CEO of Hale corperations with a dark past she's brushed under the rug, or at least she'd thought she had until Ace D'Angelo came into her life pulling out every dark part of what she had spent years leaving behind. Her dark secrets catching up to her faster than she can handle leave her with no choice but to accept Ace D'Angelo's offer of protection. Which obviously comes with a catch. Ace D'Angelo, the heir to the Italian mafia who works at D'Angelo industries to cover up the Mafia buisness he carries through the USA but no matter how much he's proved to his father, the Don he won't be handed the Italian mafia until he has a queen standing by his rule. She needs protection, he needs a wife to take over his empire... Read Mr Mafia and Mrs CEO to find out what happens next...

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 She's the city's top model. Seen by everyone. Known by no one. She survives by keeping her past sealed tight- every bruise, every secret, every ugly truth locked behind elegance and restraint. Her life is a performance, and she never misses a step. Until she slips... ...and falls straight into the orbit of the man she was taught to despise most. One reckless act- done under the guise of a false persona- sets something irreversible in motion. A line is crossed. A fire is sparked. And the illusion of distance between them shatters. That night leaves her with a hangover, and a realization she can't escape. You don't have to die to go to hell. Some men bring it right to you. He is power without conscience. A presence felt more than seen. The devil everyone fears. She is a mess dressed in designer. A voice that refuses to be silenced. The angel everyone envies. Logic says they should never align. That their worlds, their loyalties, and their sins are fundamentally opposed. Nexum says there couldn't be a better fit. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

Xavier Petrov I came here for my younger brother, Louis, so he can live out his dreams and know I'm always behind him to protect him. We had to transfer universities from California because someone figured out who we were, that there were Petrovs in California and now here we are. In some small town in Vermont and in it, the past two years here have been good. Silent. This is my last year of this academic bullshit before I can finally go back to Italy, begin working alongside Alessio and fight for the three mafia alliance. I expected the months to go by fast. I planned to stay completely focused on my own world, boxing at an underground ring to bring money in and keep my friend's gym afloat. But what I didn't fucking expect was her. And god, she runs so pretty, like her name. A river flowing and running a continuous stream...Until you throw a rock in and fuck up the entire stream. Im coming for you River and there is nowhere you can run where I won't find you... River Hayes I've lived in this fucked up town my entire life. I'm barely surviving to get through my last year of this absolute hell. Every single day is a battle to keep my head above water, living under a roof where peace doesn't exist. My dad is an alcoholic with heavy fists and a temper that goes off like a landmine and my mother is a broken woman who was driven to drugs after seeing how miserably her life had failed her. I can't end up like them. I won't let myself. That's why I do what I do. That's why I've spent the last three years of my life selling my body at a gentlemen's club in town, a place where only the elite travel to such a little town to watch strippers dance and throw money at them. It's humiliating. No one from school even knows what I do and still I feel disgusting, I feel worthless, like nothing of mine is even mine anymore. But I'll keep doing it because I have no other choice, I need to get out of here and this degree is my one way ticket out. Or at least, thats what i thought...

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.

ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ" ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ______________ 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖 spent her entire life running away from the world she was born into. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. As a mafia princess destined to inherit an empire, she chose the one path that would disgrace it all. Becoming a stripper and disappearing into the shadows. But the shadows already belonged to someone else. 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑖 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑜𝑣 was never supposed to notice her. A man built from violence. A man whose name is whispered but whose face remains unknown. A man who built his entire life around control, until the one woman who refused to fear him became the only thing he could not ignore. She hates everything he represents. He cannot understand why he cannot stay away. When two people built from opposite sides of the same darkness collide, will they destroy each other... 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒? ________________ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ | 18+

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and bright dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. Her ambition runs too thick and her patience stretches too thin. She disappears when the pressure builds, returns polished and untouchable, like she wasn't just clawing for air in the dark. She was only supposed to steal a few files-files she knows too well. Just enough to secure her place at the top. Instead, she captures the attention of a man who built his empire from ruin. A man who doesn't forgive betrayal. He wants control. He wants obsession. He wants to ruin her. And she might just ruin him right back.