Fire Emblem Dance

"You're going to get yourself killed, Sofia." Sofia Russo has heard those words her entire career, but they've never stopped her before. As New York's most relentless prosecutor, she's made it her mission to take down the Moretti crime family. But when she locks eyes with Luca Moretti across a crowded courtroom, she realizes this case is unlike any other. Luca Moretti isn't just the heir to a criminal empire—he's a man with secrets that could bring the entire city to its knees. Brilliant, dangerous, and impossibly alluring, he sees right through Sofia's tough exterior to the fire that drives her. As Sofia delves deeper into the Moretti family's web of corruption, she finds herself caught in a deadly dance with Luca. Each step brings them closer to the truth—and to each other. But in a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal means death, their growing attraction could be their downfall. With her career on the line and her heart at stake, Sofia must decide: Is bringing down the Moretti empire worth losing everything—including the one man who might be her salvation?

In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. As a surgeon, this raised my alarm. I retrieved the small sachets I had found inside the amulet and brought them to the toxicology lab at Kosley Hospital.. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, please stop the nonsense. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

" Will you please stop Staring at my ""I think you better watch that mouth of yours before I put my in ?"Melanie Vaughn is a stripper who lives a life of luxury, she can dance for anyone as long as there is money on the table and it is her .One day, she met her boss, the owner of the club Leonard Salvador who wanted her to give him a private dance even though he was married.Little did Melanie know, he wanted her to be his personal Stripper.Will she agree to be his personal Stripper or will it lead to problems, when his wife finds out?

After leaving her abusive ex, Andreena Page just wants to have a weekend to forget it all. Too much alcohol and loud music sounded like the perfect thing to help her forget everything that her ex had put her through. She didn't expect to meet a dragon in a seedy bar in the bad part of town. Spencer Daniels wasn't looking for a mate even if he knew that he needed one. He was ruthless and determined not to let anything stand in his way, that included things like fate and love. When he goes into a bar for a drink he doesn't expect to smell the most tempting scent he's ever smelled before. Or for it to come from a pretty little human with haunted eyes that made him want to set the world on fire just to see the flames dance in her eyes. Adam Daniels is ready to sacrifice everything just to find a place to belong. He’s always wanted what his step-brother had, why should that stop when Spencer finds his mate? What will he do when his step-brother brings Andreena into their home? Will he be able to stay away from the pretty little human or his step-brother? Or will his dragon make the choice for him? After all, there is more than one way for a dragon to find its mate.

“For someone who’s soon to be married, you sure look miserable, Mr?” “Creed,” the man replies, his words slurred, almost like he’s absent minded. “Alexander Creed.” He completes. . . . Two days to the wedding. Two days to Alexander’s wedding, his path crosses with a girl who makes him feel like himself. Evangeline. They share a dance at a club, and that dance led to a steamy night together. A steamy night that somehow left lingering emotions. When Alexander decides not to push through with the wedding, his bride-to-be reveals a heartbreaking information. Evangeline’s and Alexander’s meeting was never a coincidence. For Evangeline, it was just a job, but for Alexander, her name has refused to evade his memory. What will happen when she returns three months later with the resulting factor of their affair? Read to find out.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

I'm a dance major who's preparing for her exams. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, but there's one thing they don't know about me—I've fantasized about being violated more than once…

Elisha Noringco is a married woman, until one day she met Oakley Throne, a married man too. They drink, dance and fuck. They said that it's just a fuck, is it true or that incident will left a big impact on their lives.

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.