A young maid in distress, working for a family her mother needed to repay. Unfortunately, her mother passed away a few months ago, and now she has to carry on with the job but can she accomplish this while continuously having a strike of thunder, and a bump on the road with the arrogant, rich boy from the glorious mansion she resides in?

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Y-you..." The word died on my tongue. I froze, my muscles turning to absolute stone as my lungs struggled to draw air. This was a nightmare. The walls I had spent months building to hide our tracks collapsed in a heartbeat. How did he find us? My body violently flinched when Elliott laughed. It was a deep, low baritone that vibrated through the floorboards of the plane and struck a chord of primal terror in my chest. My back collided with Levi's chest behind me as I stumbled back. It was over. The realisation made my blood turn to ice. He had found me and I was entirely at his mercy now. "I am deeply wounded by your reaction, my love. Truly, why are you so afraid?" Elliott uncoiled from his seat with a slow, predatory grace. He stood at his full, imposing height, casually smoothing the lapels of his charcoal black suit. An amused half-smile played on his lips that didn't reach the absolute void of his emerald eyes. "I haven't even started with you yet." He murmured, his voice dropping into a dark warning as he stepped out from behind the seat, closing the distance between us. "Save those pretty tears for later, hm? You are going to need them." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billiona

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said, stroking my face, "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your ol

Book 1 of the Accardi series Please read the trigger warnings ~ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬, a sweet 18 year old girl who's endured years upon years of abuse from her father and his friends. The night of her 18th birthday she's finally able to escape, but while walking the streets of New York she has no idea where to go. So she ends up in an alleyway, finding Lorenzo but is terrified at what she witnesses. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢 is a 21 year old, supposedly ruthless mafia leader. Many fear him, but deep down he's a sweetheart. Delilah's the one who gets him out of this ruthless exterior he puts on. When he meets Delilah, he knows something is up from the start and wants to know what. But Delilah struggles to trust him after everything she went through and what she witnessed him do. She just wanted to get away from her old life, running away was the best option. He just happened to be doing one of the many things mafia boss's do the same night she ran away. Neither of them expected this. ~ She's too distracted while I continue to kiss her neck to even notice me taking out my phone, quickly taking a picture of us. I don't notice the flash being on, so she notices me taking the picture and pushes me away jokingly. "Delete that!" she begs. "And why should I do that?" I'm definitely keeping this picture. "I look horrible right now!" That's a load of shit. The thing is, whenever she thinks that she looks horrible is when she looks her best. But she also always looks her best. My effortlessly pretty girl. "You do not. Del, you're always the most beautiful person around, stop talking that nonsense." She blushes, again. She blushes so easily, I love it.

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They called it a miracle. When six-year-old Liora opened her eyes after death had already claimed her, everyone believed she had been given a second chance. Only Liora knows the truth. She is a girl from another world-a world that abandoned her when it needed a sacrifice. Now reborn in the cursed Kingdom of Nythera, Liora finally discovers the love and family she had longed for all her life. But beneath the kingdom's beauty lurks an ancient curse, one that has claimed countless lives and awakened horrors long forgotten. Some souls are reborn to survive. Others are reborn to change the fate of a kingdom. The question is... Which one is Liora?

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

My hair whips across my face. Someone is watching me; I felt it. My mother had always told me to check my surroundings, but clearly I hadn't. Every day I felt him, always watching me. No matter if I was with my parents or even lying in my bed. His footsteps grow closer, but I've yet to realize from which direction. "Irina," I hear a whisper. My body shivers, and my heart rate speeds up instantly. I fumble with the zipper in my purse. "Leave me alone! I have pepper spray, and I am not afraid to use it." My voice was unsteady and harsh. A low chuckle escapes his lips. Stopping and turning around, waving my pepper spray around. "I'm serious!" I say, hoping that I sounded confident. The hairs on the back of my neck rise; his hot mouth fawns over my neck. "Oh, my dear Irina. You can never escape me. Wherever you are, I'm ten steps behind." "You will be mine." His voice, his presence, and the heat he radiated off of him almost made me fall on my knees. He's so close, but yet so far. "The next man that touches you will disappear. And that's not a threat; it's a promise." __________ Irina was thirteen when she started piano lessons with the infamous Flora Vitello. Twice a week at five pm sharp, she'd knock, waiting patiently. As always, he opened the door, silent, letting her pass. He'd watch quietly, absorbing the music. This went on until Flora retired, and their paths went separate ways. But he wouldn't stop until he had her, even if it meant watching from a distance. Once he set his eyes on something or someone, he took it, consequences be damned. Malachi Vitello watched whenever he could, and now that she was back in sight, he wouldn't dare to let go.

For centuries, the Xenoses believed they had reached the pinnacle of civilization. On the magnificent planet of "Nedar", telepathy replaced conversation, teleportation replaced travel, and extraordinary resources fueled technology beyond imagination. To them, the neighboring worlds of "Harek" and "Blanir" were nothing more than lifeless wastelands-too hostile for intelligent life to exist. They were wrong. When a devastating invasion shatters their peaceful world, "Ryan", a brilliant 21-year-old resource collector, and his two lifelong friends, "Layla" and "Roxy", find themselves caught in a conflict far older than their civilization. As they uncover forgotten secrets buried beneath their own planet, they begin to realize that the greatest enemy isn't just the one standing before them-it's the truth their ancestors left behind. Ancient worlds. Hidden civilizations. Impossible discoveries. And a mystery capable of rewriting history itself. Because some planets don't keep secrets. They become them.

Cassidy Marlow is a senior who likes to keep her life simple and fun. School, music, friends, and books are all she needs to stay sane. Between scrolling through posts and daydreaming, she doesn't expect much to shake up her carefully balanced world. That is, until, the new kid appears and Cass just so happens to be interested. Asher Park, a senior as well, likes to keep to himself. He struggles with isolation, hiding behind his careful smiles and guitar. And beneath everything...lies a secret that's captivated millions. Starting at a new school feels impossible, until he notices the one girl who actually tries to see him. As Cassidy's and Asher's worlds collide, identities and growing feelings start to develop. Shadowy online threats, comments, and bullying starts to hit at them relentlessly and puts them both at risk. Cass must navigate her own heart while helping the boy she's coming to know, bit by bit. Maybe some connections are worth risking everything for. ***Cover by @Julieiswriting*** ----------- Open Novella Contest (ONC 2026) - LONGLIST - Prompt 23: You discover the quiet transfer student in your class is actually a world-famous pop star hiding in plain sight, and their secret begins to reshape both your lives. - Prompt 78: You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. Highest rankings: [04.18.26] #1 - songwriter [05.25.26] #3 - opennovellacontest2026 [05.25.26] #3 - theatre [08.02.26] #3 - cyberbullying