Ahlan Bik Artinya

Drake and his MC are a for-hire group who rescue women and children from abusive relationships that are 'inescapable' and provide them with new identities and faces if necessary. After one such mission, Drake meets a woman that draws his attention like no other. Sam, Samantha, is a widow. A woman looking to get back into the dating scene after being alone for a year. When these two meet, it's fireworks and instant love. But, a leak in the Club causes the death of a rescue. In fact, the rescue that Drake was coming back from the very night he meet Sam. Guns, explosions, corrupt politians and life get in the way of these two. Does love conquer everything?

"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

Jarek’s hand slides over my ass like a challenge, slow and deliberate, like he wants me to feel exactly where he thinks I belong. I don’t hesitate. My palm cracks across his face—sharp, loud, final. “Careful,” he says quietly, fingers digging into my hip instead of letting go. “You keep hitting men like that, someone’s going to hit back.” I tilt my chin up. “Try it.” ⸻ My parents owed Luke Jones money. I paid the debt with my body, my name, and a marriage I never agreed to. On paper, Luke is my husband. President of the Vipers MC. Untouchable. Behind closed doors, he’s a man who can’t keep an erection and punishes me for it—with fists, words, and silence. The only man that ever gave a shit a bout me was my brother, Steve. Luke’s best friend. His VP. Now Steve is dead. And Luke has finally stopped pretending. He moves Steve’s old lady into the clubhouse. Watches her. Wants her. Just like he always has. I secretly divorce him, disappear to the next town over. And I walk straight into the territory of a rival MC. Its president, Jarek Solen, notices me immediately. He’s dangerous. Controlled. Watching. The kind of man who doesn’t beg, doesn’t threaten—and doesn’t take no lightly. I refuse him anyway. Instead, I prospect his club. Earn my place the hard way. I don’t want another man. But Jarek Solen doesn’t see me as broken goods or borrowed property. He sees me as his. And when Luke realizes his wife is gone and his control is slipping—Jarek won’t hand me back. He’ll start a war. Because the Biker King doesn’t steal women. He claims what chooses him.

Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

Elara Voss is traded like currency to prevent a war she never started. When her father’s betrayal entangles the Bratva with the Iron Reapers Motorcycle Club, the only way to stop bloodshed is a forced union between enemies. Elara—untouched, defiant, and hiding a dangerous truth is married off to Kade “Ruin” Cross, the ruthless president of the Iron Reapers. Ruin believes Elara is a spy. Elara believes Ruin is a monster. In a world governed by blood oaths, violence, and loyalty, they are bound by a marriage that neither of them wants. Kade cross holds back his power, but his defense never falters. Over time, Elara's fear gives way to longing, then to devotion. But love is a liability. As mafia politics tighten, betrayals surface, and enemies close in, Elara becomes Ruin’s greatest weakness and his reason to burn the world. When an unexpected pregnancy changes the balance of power, Ruin must choose between vengeance and the fragile future growing in his arms. Elara and kade must choose whether to ride together or destroy one another in a world where love is war and loyalty is money.

Warning!! This book is Dark. Depraved. Addictive. When You Make A Deal With The Mafia pushes boundaries with unapologetically erotic content. Expect dangerous power plays, brutal passion, and kinks like—BDSM, degradation, rough encounters, and raw, unfiltered desire. Enter only if you crave the thrill of surrendering to the dark She was sold to the mafia to pay off her father’s debt. Now she’s undercover in a criminal empire and falling for the man she was supposed to hate. Adriana never asked to marry Matteo De Luca, the ruthless Don of the Diavoli, feared across New York. But when her father’s gambling debt lands her on the auction block, Matteo makes a chilling offer: The debts are gone, in exchange for her hand in marriage. What she doesn’t know is that Matteo has been watching her for years and he’s not just after revenge against his estranged father, the Don of the rival Colombo family. He wants Adriana’s body, mind, and loyalty. When Adriana uncovers that Matteo’s father is trafficking women under the cover of his drug empire, she makes a dangerous choice: go undercover to take him down. But the deeper she falls into the world of blood and betrayal, the harder it is to tell where the lines blur between duty and desire. As war breaks out between the families, Adriana must decide: Is Matteo the monster she always feared or the only man who can save her from the hell she’s in?

I came back for the holidays after years of being away only to be reminded by the one reason I left. Damon my crazy ex, made sure he humiliated me as always, he made sure he reduces me to nothing and my family watched as usual because they think it's just our little games love. Now they want a reunion, they want us together, they want our love to kick off again and they want me to play the old role of his girlfriend and fiancee. Little did they know that he wouldn't allow that. Xavier… Damon's uncle. The one who never speaks only when it needs to. The one who claimed me when I never expected it. But I don't want him, I don't want any of these relatives. I want some else for my revenge, I want to destroy on Damon slowly. So let my family prepare, let them celebrate and then watch me crash it all on their faces. Now all I need is a right man for this task and I don't want Xavier as my tool…. I need someone else if only he will let me off.

They destroyed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

He’s the Alpha biker everyone fears and I’m the daughter of the man he hates most. Fate says I’m his mate, but how do you love the wolf who wants to destroy your family who took his brother from him?

We were on a field trip to the Holy State of Aram, when the prom queen, Susie Lambert, complained about the hot weather and called for a bikini party. My boyfriend Ken insisted on bringing the whole class along just to satisfy her whim, even though I warned him, "That's against the law, and visitors who are found guilty will be remanded, if not killed…" He slapped me across the face and snapped, "Don't try to scare us! You're just jealous that Susie's got a nice bod, and you don't want to see us being happy together!" Everyone else in the class roared in approval too. "Exactly! You already took Ken away from Susie, and you'd now come up with such bullshit!" I was furious and frustrated, but for their sake, I spoke to Mrs. Dent, the class teacher. She scolded everyone when she realized what they were doing and called off the bikini party. However, Susie got so upset that she ran off alone and flaunted her bikini at the beach anyway, and she was caught before being executed as a spy by zealots. Ken blamed it all on me. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into my home and set fire to it with gasoline, killing my entire family. Afterward, the entire class testified on his behalf to create an alibi. But I opened my eyes again and found myself returning to that day when Susie goaded everyone to join her bikini party. This time, I simply smiled. "Go ahead, enjoy yourselves all you want!"