❛You all must have heard that a ray of light is definitely visible in the darkness which takes us towards light. But what if instead of light the devil is seen in the darkness?❜ ✧ AVAYAN SINGH RATHORE, A twenty eight years old handsome, but arrogant and short tempered man. Apart from anger he has no other emotion. For everyone he is the chair person of 'Rathore Group of Construction', but in actuall he is a Mafia King, The Mad Wolf, whose name is enough to make the world tremble but no one knows the face behind this dangerous name. He never thought that a girl would suddenly come into his life and with her arrival, he would be able to feel the beats of his dead heart, he would be able to feel the emotion of love in his hate-filled dark life. ♡ NITYA SINHA, A twenty two years old beautiful, sweet and innocent girl. She lost her parents and her stepmother has made her life hell. She wanted to sell her for money. She has a lot of love for everyone in her heart but she never got anyone's love. But she never thought that someone would come into her life who would love her the way she always wanted. ✧ The story of two broken souls who healed each other through the feelings they had for each other. BOOK #01 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

Davina Fright has spent her whole life trying to make ends meet for her and her little brother. Her world has been revolved around making sure he's protected and happy. Her wants and needs were always last in her mind, until she met Emilio. Emilio Roslyn, to Davina he was just another man, a scary one at that. He barely ever spoke and when he did it would only be to the same group of people and even then he would give one look and they'd fall to his knees. Emilio, was the most scary and ruthless person known in the underground world. He didn't listen to anyone's rules but his own, an important one being to stay alone. He was content with being alone, but when he meets Davina his world flips and suddenly he finds himself bending the rules and falling recklessly. Read 'Loving Killian' to know part of Emilios origin story. but you do not need to read it to read this book.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

(I plan to start editing Vol. 1 very soon. If you see any obvious errors feel free to comment them. <3) **This is book one of Raw Love** She is warm. She is pure. She is beauty. She is gentle. Klarissa Molina is the definition of sheltered. Since her father is apart of the Spanish Mafia, he knew that he had to protect his daughter from the monsters he works with. Even though she knows little of her fathers business, she does not question her fathers numerous safety demands. She never questions anyone. He is cold. He is dark. He is aggressive. He is angry. Lorenzo Russo is a twenty-seven year-old man who controls the entire Italian Mafia. Despite his young age, he is the most respected and powerful leader the Mafia has seen in years. However, this man does not only demand power in his work, but also in the bedroom. He always gets what he wants, so why even try to fight it. What will happen when he meets her? Has this Mafia boss finally met his match? And will love be enough? Warning: Mature Content/Some examples of self harm/sexual themes!!! Highest Rankings: #3 Italian #5 in Heartbreak #23 in Mob #13 in Sensual #7 in Violent #2 in Spanish #3 in Anger

Snippet 1 I took a slow sip of the tea she'd made, letting the rich, dark taste settle on my tongue. It was perfect-just the way she made me liked it. "You always make it exactly right," I murmured, my voice a low hum of approval. Her lips parted slightly, as if my praise had caught her off guard. I tilted my head, watching her carefully. "You're good with your hands, aren't you, little dove?" She inhaled sharply, her entire body going rigid. I let the words hang there, letting her mind twist them into whatever meaning she wanted. Then, with a quiet, deliberate exhale, I leaned in-just enough to make her feel my presence. Close, but not touching. Her breath hitched. "If you're going to tremble around me," I said, my voice dipping lower, "at least figure out whether it's from fear or something else." Snippet 2 "You should be careful, dove." My voice was low, almost a murmur. "Looking at a man like that? You might make him think you want something." Her lips pressed together, her lashes fluttering. I could feel the way her pulse quickened beneath my fingertips. I leaned in, just close enough that my breath ghosted over her skin. "Or worse," I continued, letting my thumb graze the edge of her jaw. "You might make him want to give it to you." Milestones #1 in Serbian out of 220 stories #1 in Brokenheroine out of 12 stories #1 in Underboss out of 77 stories #4 in Badboygoodgirl

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look