𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐚: " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." Two souls, one contract, and a hatred so strong it burns like salvation. What could go wrong? 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐚. #1 in cocky 2026 #2 in forced proximity 2026 #mafia romance #dark romance #steamy

wist•ful /ˈwɪs(t)f(ʊ)l/ having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing.

When Melody Hart moved to New York, getting pulled into the world of her new family and the wealth the Wanner's possessed ━━ she never expected to meet someone like Zyran Rhodes, the epitome of a reserved, untouchable man who also turned out to be her stepbrother's trusted bestfriend. 27122025━━

TEMPORADA 2 🔞 SUITABLE FOR AGES 18+ 🔞 They call it El Cielo Alto, the high heaven of Manhattan. A world built on luxury the powerful can afford. Vivian Valentin has everything a woman is supposed to want. Beauty that turns heads, a name that opens doors. Marco Valentin, a man who rules the city's elite like a king behind closed doors. To the world, she is his flawless queen: the picture of grace, devotion, and perfection. But beneath the marble floors and diamond chandeliers lies rot. This was not built on love, but on secrets, old, dangerous, and buried deep beneath their marriage vows. They say everyone has a story. Hers begins the night she stops pretending. Because this isn't salvation, it's damnation dressed in silk. Desire can destroy faster than betrayal, the closer comes to a truth no one dares speak. Some sleep beside you every night. And some the kind you feel in your chest, the kind that make you human are the ones that can't be forgiven. As Vivian's perfect world begins to crumble, she will uncover the truth about her husband and herself. And when the masks come off, she'll find herself standing in the ruins of the life she once worshipped.

🔞 SUITABLE FOR AGES 18+ 🔞 They call it El Cielo Alto, the high heaven of Manhattan. A world built on luxury the powerful can afford. Vivian Valentin has everything a woman is supposed to want. Beauty that turns heads, a name that opens doors. Marco Valentin, a man who rules the city's elite like a king behind closed doors. To the world, she is his flawless queen: the picture of grace, devotion, and perfection. But beneath the marble floors and diamond chandeliers lies rot. This was not built on love, but on secrets, old, dangerous, and buried deep beneath their marriage vows. They say everyone has a story. Hers begins the night she stops pretending. Because this isn't salvation, it's damnation dressed in silk. Desire can destroy faster than betrayal, the closer comes to a truth no one dares speak. Some sleep beside you every night. And some the kind you feel in your chest, the kind that make you human are the ones that can't be forgiven. As Vivian's perfect world begins to crumble, she will uncover the truth about her husband and herself. And when the masks come off, she'll find herself standing in the ruins of the life she once worshipped.

𝑶𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏 has always been the definition of ethereal beauty, as if Aphrodite herself had crafted her from the finest petals picked from the Asphodel Meadows. After multiple mysterious deaths at her family's château in the past year, her father hires 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐, an Assassin from a Spanish cartel, to protect the heir to the Thorn dynasty. Forbidden desire pulls them together despite the secrets and unspoken words that linger in the warm summer air. Yet as the Autumnal season approaches, the leaves won't be the only thing beginning to Fall.. ─۶ৎ─ #2 secretsociety #4 assassin #7 cartel #13 Enemieswithbenefits #29 goodgirl [ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © fawnetta 2025]

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

His soft hum vibrates through the space between us, the quiet chuckle he lets out against my earlobe sending a shiver down my spine. His voice is low, dangerous, as he leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "You can keep lying to yourself," Morgan whispers, his words dripping with challenge. "Pretend that once we leave this school-once we graduate-you'll forget me. Forget the way I make you feel, Alex." His lips ghost along my jawline. "But we both know the truth, don't we? You don't want to forget me." I yank hard on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, our lips brushing in a fleeting, electric touch that leaves me breathless. My voice trembles with equal parts anger and desire. "I hate you. So. Fucking. Much." The words hiss out, but my grip on his shirt only tightens. Morgan smirks, his fingers trailing along the hem of my shorts, igniting fire and fury all at once. His dark eyes bore into mine, daring me to deny what's between us. "I know, baby," he murmurs, his grin widening into something wicked. "The feeling's mutual ................ The seemingly mundane confines of detention become the backdrop for an unexpected and tumultuous journey for two high school students, Alexandra and Morgan. Alexandra, an underachieving student, battling the loss of her brother, and Morgan, a rebellious troublemaker, couldn't be more different. When fate lands them in the same detention room one fateful Monday, sparks fly, but not the kind one might expect. Their interactions are fraught with tension and snarky remarks, each vying for dominance in the small, confined space of the detention room. As they navigate the challenges of detention together, they also confront their own personal demons, discovering that they have more in common than they gathered. But just as they start to let their guards down and open up to each other, secrets from their past threaten to tear them apart. •••••••••••• 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

❝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.

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?