His Queen,Their War
Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.”
She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale.
She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her.
As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown.
Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-EightAlessia's POV The peck on the cheek lingered longer than any full kiss ever could have.I stood frozen in the living room long after Salvatore disappeared down the hallway, fingers pressed to the spot where his lips had rested. Warmth radiated from my skin like he had branded me there. My stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies that refused to settle. One second he was distant, respectful, keeping every touch careful and chaste. The next he looked at me like I was the only person breathing in the entire city.I could not understand him anymore.Guila’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Dinner in ten. And breathe, cara. You look like you just saw a ghost.”I managed a weak smile and sank onto the sofa again, legs still unsteady. The butterflies refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the soft press of his mouth, the way he had lingered just long enough to make my pulse race, then pulled away like nothing had happened.Dinner passed in a blur. Lorenzo returned fro
Last Updated: 2026-03-07
Chapter: Chapter Eighty SevenAlessia's POV The week unfolded beautifully despite the tension that lingered between us.We stayed in the hotel suite, cut off from the world. Salvatore arranged everything with quiet efficiency: meals delivered three times a day, fresh linens, my favorite tea, even a small sewing machine when I mentioned wanting to work on sketches. He turned the sitting area into a temporary studio, moving furniture without complaint, laying out bolts of fabric he must have had delivered overnight.He was there for every breath I took.He woke before me, brought breakfast on a tray, fed me small bites when bending forward pulled at my ribs. He changed dressings with the same steady hands that had once held guns, applied arnica to fading bruises, held compresses to my swollen cheek until the ache eased. When nightmares dragged me from sleep,he was already awake, pulling me against his chest, murmuring soft words in dialect until I drifted off again.He ignored every phone call.The screen lit const
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: Chapter Eighty SixAlessia’s POVForgiveness did not come easily.I wanted it to. Some part of me ached for the simplicity of letting go, of leaning into his chest and pretending the years of silence, bitterness, the bruises on my body, the terror of the warehouse could be erased with a single embrace. But every time I looked at him, I saw the secrets he had kept. The choices he had made without me. The life he had lived that had almost cost me mine and what he did to my family.So I stayed.Not because I had forgiven him but because leaving felt impossible.He didn’t push. He didn’t ask for absolution or declarations. He simply existed in the space I allowed him.Evening crept in through the heavy hotel curtains. The room was warm, softly lit by a single lamp. Salvatore disappeared for a while and returned pushing a room-service cart. Simple food: clear broth, plain rice, steamed vegetables, a little grilled chicken cut into small pieces. Nothing heavy. He had asked the doctor what would be kindest to
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter Eighty FiveHe carried me for what felt like forever, long after my threat to kill him if he put me down had lost its edge. His arms never wavered. I stayed curled against his chest on the sofa, listening to the steady thump of his heart, letting the warmth of him chase away the last chills of the warehouse. Sicily glittered beyond the windows, indifferent and beautiful, as if the city hadn’t almost lost a precious soul like me today.Eventually my legs stopped trembling and the dizziness ebbed. I shifted in his lap, testing my balance.“I think I can stand now,” I murmured.He didn’t argue. He simply rose, still holding me, and carried me back to the bed. This time when he lowered me onto the pillows, I didn’t protest. The mattress was soft. He arranged the covers over me with careful hands, then sat on the edge, close enough that his knee brushed the blanket.The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and our breathing.I studied his face in the low lamplight. Exhaustion etched l
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Chapter Eighty FourFrancesca’s POVThe pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fire in my chest. I had hit my leg against the door, when I heard that Salvatore appeared like Prince Charming and saved her!I had gone to the safe house after Salvatore left the sight of what I saw made me very pissed. I sat in the back of a nondescript car. I was being driven back home. When I heard that Salvatore had come for her, I thought it was a joke till I saw it myself.He had raided the warehouse like a one-man army, took out half my crew in minutes, and carried Alessia out in his arms like some romantic hero.She was alive and safe…with him.I wanted to scream until my throat bled.All of it—years of waiting, of careful planning, of believing he was mine alone—gone. Stolen by that spoiled, pretty bitch who didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as him.I had been very sure the kidnapping would end her. I had been sure that no one would come to her rescue or find her and even if they did, it would be too l
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: Chapter Eighty ThreeAlessia’s POVI squeezed my eyes shut.The metal barrel pressed cold and steady against my forehead. I could feel the ridged texture of the silencer, the faint vibration of the man’s hand. My heart thundered so violently I thought it might burst before the bullet did. Every breath tasted like blood and dust. Every second stretched into eternity.I waited for the end.For the pressure. For the flash and for death. But nothing came.Only a soft, metallic click.The gun was empty. A beat of stunned silence.Then the man holding my hair cursed under his breath. “Merda.”The woman snarled from somewhere behind him. “You idiot! Reload!”The pressure on my scalp eased as the man shifted, fumbling. My head fell forward, chin to chest. I sucked in a ragged breath, it was a half-sob and a half-laugh. I was alive, for now.And then the world exploded.Gunfire erupted outside. I heard shouts in Italian. The crash of a metal door made me jerk.The kidnappers spun toward the noise.“Che cazzo—” one
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered.
His voice was a growl, ancient and broken.
“And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you”
"NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!".
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Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect.
Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy.
Evelyn has always felt watched.
Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave.
He’s a monster from history.
The lover from her past life.
And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return.
As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth…
Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-SixEvelyn's POV The house was quiet after Isla left, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close. I turned off the lights one by one, climbed the stairs, and slipped under the covers still wearing the hoodie that smelled faintly of pine and snow from Evander’s rink. My body was exhausted. My muscles were aching pleasantly from hours on the ice, my stomach full from the late lunch he’d insisted on, but my mind refused to settle.I stared at the ceiling, the shadows shifted with every passing car outside. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, Evander. Not the teacher version of him, not even the gentle one who had lifted me so carefully today. The version that haunted me now was rawer: the way his gray eyes darkened when our faces hovered inches apart during the death drop, the low growl in his throat when I accidentally brushed his skin, the possessive grip of his arm around my waist when he whispered not to enjoy without him.I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow tight. I trie
Last Updated: 2026-03-07
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FiveThe drive home felt shorter than it should have, probably because my mind was still spinning on that rink, replaying every note of Swan Lake and the way Evander’s arm had wrapped around my waist like it belonged there.When the Mercedes pulled up to my curb, the driver opened my door with his usual polite nod. I thanked him, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and watched the car disappear down the street. Evander had insisted on the ride himself. He had texted the driver right after we finished skating, voice low and firm when he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” Even from miles away, his protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket.I let myself into the house, kicking off my boots at the door. The living room light was on, and I could hear soft music drifting from upstairs. Isla was already here. “Evie!” she called from the kitchen the second I hit the stairs. “Get in here before the popcorn gets cold!”I found her perched on the counter, legs swinging, a massive bowl o
Last Updated: 2026-03-04
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FourFor some reason, the warmth of his hand in mine suddenly felt too much. Too intimate and too real. My fingers trembled, and before I could think better of it, I pulled my hand away. The loss of contact hit me like a cold gust, but I needed space. Just a second to breathe. To remember who I was and why I couldn’t let myself fall any deeper until I understood what the portrait in that sanctuary really meant. Until I understood every single thing about this Mr temptation.I took a deep, shaky breath and forced my voice steady. “The song,” I said quickly, latching onto the first safe topic that came to mind. “For the routine. I… I chose one. I think it’s perfect.”Evander tilted his head, waiting. His gray eyes were patient, but I could feel the intensity behind them, like he was reading every flicker of emotion on my face.“Swan Lake,” I told him. “The main theme. Tchaikovsky. It’s dramatic and graceful and… tragic in the best way. I thought it would suit the moves we’ve been working on.
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-ThreeEvelyn's POV The ice felt colder under my blades now, or maybe it was just the way my body had started to betray me. We were gliding through another slow circle, his hand was firm on my waist, guiding me with that careful gentleness that had been there all morning. I tried to focus on the rhythm of our strokes, on matching his pace, on not letting the ache in my chest show on my face. But then it happened.My stomach growled.It sounded loud and embarrassing. It was a deep, rumbling protest that echoed in the quiet rink.I froze for half a second, praying the sound had been swallowed by the scrape of our skates or the soft hum of the ventilation system. My cheeks burned instantly. I kept my eyes forward, pretending nothing had happened, and pushed into the next crossover a little too forcefully.Evander slowed us smoothly, bringing us to a gentle stop near the boards. His brow furrowed slightly, his head tilted as he studied me.“What was that sound?” he asked, his voice low and curi
Last Updated: 2026-02-16
Chapter: Chapter Seventy TwoDYLEN’S POVI felt her before I saw her.The moment the car door opened outside, a ripple ran through me, through Kaelith, through every guarded corner of my soul. Evelyn. My mate. Her scent drifted on the cold air like a promise I had waited centuries to fulfill.I was in the pool when it happened, finishing laps to burn off the restless energy from last night. But the instant her presence brushed against the bond, I stopped mid-stroke, water streaming down my face. She was here. Though she was late.I climbed out, wrapped a towel around my hips, and let her wander. I could track her heartbeat from anywhere in the house. Slow at first in the foyer, quickening in the library, then racing as she found the hallway. When she hesitated outside the sanctuary door, I held my breath. When she pushed it open, I smiled into the empty steam of the bathroom.I had left it ajar on purpose.I wanted her to see, and I let her wonder. I let her feel the pull before I explained it.That room was hers
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: Chapter Seventy TwoDYLEN’S POVI felt her before I saw her.The moment the car door opened outside, a ripple ran through me, through Kaelith, through every guarded corner of my soul. Evelyn. My mate. Her scent drifted on the cold air like a promise I had waited centuries to fulfill.I was in the pool when it happened, finishing laps to burn off the restless energy from last night. But the instant her presence brushed against the bond, I stopped mid-stroke, water streaming down my face. She was here. Though she was late.I climbed out, wrapped a towel around my hips, and let her wander. I could track her heartbeat from anywhere in the house. Slow at first in the foyer, quickening in the library, then racing as she found the hallway. When she hesitated outside the sanctuary door, I held my breath. When she pushed it open, I smiled into the empty steam of the bathroom.I had left it ajar on purpose.I wanted her to see, and I let her wonder. I let her feel the pull before I explained it.That room was hers
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Wrapped In Lycan Obsession
CONTENT WARNING:
This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful...
“You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.”
He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enough… until you. Now you’re everything. And I’m going to prove it every single night with my actions, my fingers, my tongue and my cock, until you forget what it feels like to doubt me.”
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~~Raven Sinclair was raised to fear men, to crave the convent’s cold safety. But her secret rebellion as LittleSin drew the deadliest hunter: Jax Blackwood, the billionaire she once robbed and ghosted, now playing her “husband” in a dangerous game of fake amnesia and raw obsession.
Trapped in his penthouse, every touch is punishment and promise. Betrayals explode, masks shatter, love proves more dangerous than any lie.
When the world tries to shame her, Raven reclaims every inch of her desire and Jax proves, night after filthy night, that one woman is more than enough.~~
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Chapter: ~Nothing Ignites~004"You're not in love with Victor Blackwood despite the fact that he's your crush. I can see it.."I look up from my teacup. Aunt Dolores is watching me the way she watches everything, with the patience of someone who has already decided what she thinks and is simply waiting for you to catch up."I've met him once," I say. "For twenty minutes.""That's not what I mean." She folds her hands on the table. The silver ring on her right hand catches the afternoon light coming through the narrow window. "I mean you're not going to fall in love with him. I can see it in the way you looked at him. Like he was furniture."I keep my voice careful. "He seemed perfectly nice.""He is perfectly nice." She says it the way that makes me eyeroll a bit. "He is controlled and civilized and he will not cause you a single moment of drama for the rest of your natural life. That is precisely the point.""And the contract?.""Yes." She picks up her cup. Sets it down again without drinking. "The contract."
Last Updated: 2026-03-03
Chapter: ~Scar That Still Pulses~003"I reject you, Raven, as my mate."I heard it. Processed it. Then I heard it again."You what?""It was never a bond. You're human. Fully human. Whatever this was, it cannot be what it would need to be. I'm sorry.""You're sorry." I pulled the blanket around myself, which was a ridiculous thing to do but my hands needed something to hold. "Ten days, Drake. Ten days you kissed me like I was the only thing in the world and now you're sorry.""I shouldn't have let it go this far.""Let it." I laughed, and it came out wrong. "You initiated every single thing that happened in this cave. Every kiss. Every time you pulled me back when I tried to give you space. That was you. Don't make it sound like you were doing me a favor by tolerating my presence."Something moved across his face. Not guilt exactly. Something more complicated than guilt."You deserve someone who can choose you fully. I cannot.""I didn't ask you to choose me fully. I asked you to be honest with me." My voice cracked
Last Updated: 2026-03-03
Chapter: ~Picture Lecture, Soaked Through~002His filthy words from last night still echo in my skull like sin carved into bone: “I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, naughty nun.”Dawn light filters through the narrow windows of the orphanage chapel, turning the stone floor pale gold. I kneel with the other sisters and the children, hands folded, lips moving through the morning office. My voice is steady. My body is not.Every shift of weight sends a fresh pulse through the scar low on my belly. It throbs in perfect time with the memory of my fingers last night, circling, dipping, stopping just short of release because he said so. The mark feels branded anew, like his tongue traced it while I whimpered into the dark. I press my thighs together under the long black skirt. Slickness has already started gathering again, warm and shameful between my folds. I hate how easily my body remembers him. I get so wet easily all because of a complete stranger.Breakfast passes in a blur of oatmeal and sma
Last Updated: 2026-03-03
Chapter: ~Holy Little Cunt~001RAVEN'S POV“I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, you naughty nun.”His filthy words slither back into my mind like hot oil poured straight down my spine, making my whole body arch before I even realize I’ve moved.A low moan tears out of me, and it echoed off the stone walls of the narrow corridor. My hand flies to my mouth too late. The sound hangs there in the midnight hush of the convent.I heard footsteps and it was coming closer.“Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…”I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is
Last Updated: 2026-03-03
In Love With The Hot Billionaire.
Camille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table.
Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked.
Except Adrien knows her.
She is the ex-wife of his best friend.
The woman he was never allowed to look at twice.
He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him.
But fate is cruel.
Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run.
Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks.
He does not touch patients.
He does not betray friends.
He does not want what does not belong to him.
Camille is all three.
Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen.
And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his.
Some love stories are written in stars.
Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-SIXThe drive home felt shorter than it should have, probably because my mind was still spinning on that rink, replaying every note of Swan Lake and the way Evander’s arm had wrapped around my waist like it belonged there.When the Mercedes pulled up to my curb, the driver opened my door with his usual polite nod. I thanked him, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and watched the car disappear down the street. Evander had insisted on the ride himself. He had texted the driver right after we finished skating, voice low and firm when he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” Even from miles away, his protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket.I let myself into the house, kicking off my boots at the door. The living room light was on, and I could hear soft music drifting from upstairs. Isla was already here. “Evie!” she called from the kitchen the second I hit the stairs. “Get in here before the popcorn gets cold!”I found her perched on the counter, legs swinging, a massive bowl o
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVEEvelyn's POV The ice felt colder under my blades now, or maybe it was just the way my body had started to betray me. We were gliding through another slow circle, his hand was firm on my waist, guiding me with that careful gentleness that had been there all morning. I tried to focus on the rhythm of our strokes, on matching his pace, on not letting the ache in my chest show on my face. But then it happened.My stomach growled.It sounded loud and embarrassing. It was a deep, rumbling protest that echoed in the quiet rink.I froze for half a second, praying the sound had been swallowed by the scrape of our skates or the soft hum of the ventilation system. My cheeks burned instantly. I kept my eyes forward, pretending nothing had happened, and pushed into the next crossover a little too forcefully.Evander slowed us smoothly, bringing us to a gentle stop near the boards. His brow furrowed slightly, his head tilted as he studied me.“What was that sound?” he asked, his voice low and curi
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTY-FOURThe house was quiet after Isla left, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close. I turned off the lights one by one, climbed the stairs, and slipped under the covers still wearing the hoodie that smelled faintly of pine and snow from Evander’s rink. My body was exhausted. My muscles were aching pleasantly from hours on the ice, my stomach full from the late lunch he’d insisted on, but my mind refused to settle.I stared at the ceiling, the shadows shifted with every passing car outside. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, Evander. Not the teacher version of him, not even the gentle one who had lifted me so carefully today. The version that haunted me now was rawer: the way his gray eyes darkened when our faces hovered inches apart during the death drop, the low growl in his throat when I accidentally brushed his skin, the possessive grip of his arm around my waist when he whispered not to enjoy without him.I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow tight. I tried to think of
Last Updated: 2026-03-09
Chapter: ~The Long Night~CHAPTER SIXTY-THREENoé had fallen asleep mid-sentence.He had been telling me about the penguin again, the one from the ice-skating dragon dream, apparently now a recurring character with a complicated personality and strong opinions about fish. His voice had slowed, then slurred, then stopped entirely somewhere between the penguin's third appearance and whatever grudge he held against the dragon's cousin. I had sat on the edge of his bed for a few minutes after, watching him sleep with the particular abandon of children, one arm thrown over his head, mouth slightly open, completely unguarded against the world.I had pressed a kiss to his forehead. Tucked the blanket more firmly around his shoulders. Stood in the doorway for a moment looking at him in the dark.Then I had gone to my room and lain down and waited for sleep to come.It did not come.*************************The ceiling was familiar by now. I had spent enough sleepless hours studying it to know the small water stain ne
Last Updated: 2026-03-08
Chapter: ~The Drive And The Appointment~CHAPTER SIXTY-TWOI didn’t move.The black car idles at the end of the street and I stand at the corner like something rooted, like something that has forgotten how legs work, and the cold that has settled into my chest has nothing to do with March and everything to do with the particular quality of Julien's patience. He has always been patient when it suited him. When he was winning.The car doesn't pull forward. The car being there is already the message.My wrist throbs beneath my sleeve.And then, from the opposite direction, another car turns onto the street.Black as well, but a different kind of black. It pulls to a stop directly between me and Julien's car with the calm precision of someone who has assessed a situation and inserted himself into it without drama or announcement.The window comes down.Adrien.He is still in his surgical clothes, white coat and all, one hand on the wheel and those gray eyes on me through the open window. He does not look at Julien's car. He look
Last Updated: 2026-03-07
Chapter: ~Hiding The Bruised Wrist~CHAPTER SIXTY-ONEThe marks are purple by morning.I notice them while getting dressed, my sleeve riding up as I reach for my hairbrush. Four distinct ovals pressed into the inside of my left wrist, thumb-shaped and deliberate. I study them for a moment under the bathroom light. Then I pull my sleeve down and finish getting ready.I already know this morning will require both hands to hold together. I can feel it in the way yesterday sits in my body, heavy and undigested. The messages. The numbers. One million euros in fourteen days, Julien's particular brand of cruelty dressed up in legal language and delivered with a tick tock at the end like he was enjoying himself. Which he was. He always enjoyed himself most when I had nowhere to go.And then Adrien on the bathroom floor beside me, breathing with mechanical precision, his voice completely controlled while I fell apart. Counting my inhales like a problem to be solved. Leaving the moment I stabilized, because that was all it had ev
Last Updated: 2026-03-06
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