I Heart Me

Sia woke up from a coma after seven months, only to discover that she was the only sister of a Mafia overlord. Due to amnesia, she didn't recall all of her memories, but one thing she couldn't forget was how her father was murdered on her birthday by their enemies. This memory plagued her with nightmares every night, terrifying her. Driven by the desire for revenge, she believed that avenging her father's death might free her from the darkness that engulfed her. Thus, she embarked on a quest for vengeance. However, she was unaware that the four men she killed were not the ones responsible for her father's murder; they were merely pawns. In the underworld, everyone knew the name of the true culprit, but no one knew what he looked like, making it extremely difficult for Sia to find someone who existed only by name. One day, however, he appeared in her apartment like a ghost. He looked at her and said, "Aren't you looking for me? I'm here now, Little vermin.’ ‘Who the hell are you?’ With a sly smirk lingering on his face, he answered. ‘I’m your sweet nightmare, Little vermin. I give both sweet and lethal nightmares your experience every night.’

Danielle Reyes-Callahan had one great love — and his name was Dante. From the moment he crossed a crowded fire to bring her a drink she hadn't asked for, she knew he was irreplaceable. They built a life together in the forests of the Pacific Northwest — a house, a future, dreams of children — until a violent November storm stole him in twenty minutes. He went out to protect their home and never came back. Fourteen months of grief nearly destroyed her. So she did the unthinkable. At an ancient forbidden ritual pool deep in the forest, Danielle performed the forging — pouring his wedding necklace, a strand of his hair, and every broken piece of her longing into the dark water. Something answered. What rose wore Dante's face perfectly. His voice. His smile. His memories. But it was not him. What she had forged was obsession wearing love's face — possessive, isolating, and darkening dangerously by the day. It threatened her family. It harmed the people she loved. And when it put its hands around Elena's wrist and looked at Danielle like she was something it owned rather than someone it loved — she finally faced the truth. She had not brought Dante home. She had built a monster. Now she must destroy it — surviving its attempt to kill her with her husband's own hands around her throat — and find the courage to finally let go. She kills it. And in the silence after, she begins — for the first time — to truly heal. Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance Setting: Contemporary Pacific Northwest — shifter pack community Tone: Twilight-inspired urban shifter world meets dark psychological romance Heat level: High — intense, possessive, emotionally charged

He was about to lean in when I put my fingers on his lips to stop him. He looked at me surprised. I too was surprised over my own actions, not only was I turning down something that I wanted, but I was turning the man that I loved down. I knew that it maybe was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He could regain back his past memory and hate me for loving him. On the other hand, it would be a beginning of a great romance, either ways it felt so wrong to do anything with him in his current condition. "We need to bath okay," I said in a whisper. He took a step backward, his eyes slowly roaming all over my body making me uncomfortable. "You don't remember how to do anything right? I asked stupidly trying to strike a conversation with him. "This is crazy," I whispered to myself hopelessly.

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

Selena of the Moonglade pack is in love with Callum from the Silvergleam pack. But he is not her fated mate. To her dismay, her match made for her under the moon is Callum's brother, the next Alpha of the Moonglade pack and possibly the coldest person Selena has ever encountered. Lucian, in question, is largely indifferent to this discovery. His father remains in a dire state of health, and being his heir, the mantle of leadership and protection of the pack is now draped on his youthful shoulders. The day for the enemy looms closer and he must be prepared. But now his concerns would deviate. His heart will teeter to the most magnetic force. Selena his beautiful distraction; Selena his inevitable weakness. But what will Selena do now that her heart says yes, but her wolf says no? Torn between being mated to Lucian while a part of her is with someone else? And then there's Uncle Bane whom Lucian confides in more than his father. He is liberal and easygoing. Or so they think... There's a suspected spy amongst them conniving with the Bloodfang pack–the enemy pack. What are Uncle Bane's true intentions? Despite sharing a love like running on a treadmill, with Lucian being defiant to his mate, jealousy creeps in eventually and it creates a clash in his relationship with his brother Callum. Selena will assist Lucian in piecing together the puzzles in his life bit by bit.

Born into one of the main Brazilian mafias, Celeste Brandão fights to escape the fate that awaits her. However, at the age of sixteen, she was chosen to be the alliance that would unite two of the biggest American mafias, in a struggle for honor and power, marrying none other than the "Knight of Death", Kaanadan Salvatore, the current Capo dei Capi of the Washington mafia. And now, at twenty-one, the day she dreaded the most has arrived: her wedding. Despite the fame that her future husband carries and the fear he causes in her, Celeste is determined to escape this world without choices, even if she has to defy her worst nightmare. But Kaanadan's predatory and dark way will provoke an internal conflict with several doubts and desires, the main one being: If even an implacable heart is capable of love.

"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.

Caden Fernando Miller.Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you know you'll lose soon. Hot tempered, mysterious and those oh-so hot looks. That's enough for a girl to fall head over heels for him.If only he cared to give a shit about them.Not to forget, he is also the youngest gang leader in New York city with his cruel ways and deadly secrets.Skylar Anderson.She's not a nerd. Or a cheerleader. All she cares about is her family, her best friend, chocolate cupcakes filled with heavenly nutella, and her sleep. Really.She lives a normal and carefree life, trying her best not to flunk Physics. Until she receives a letter in her mailbox......and that normal, carefree life goes right above the clouds.

A heart, as soft as cloud, goes through so much pain and agony. Any smile that lits up his face, later turns to sorrow. But that life got changed by an angel who took his breath away, who sealed the hole in his heart and gave him the happiness he could ever wish for.

My boyfriend is a forensic doctor. I've been abducted and tied to a bomb—there's only ten minutes to detonation. The abductors force me to call my boyfriend, but all I get is a scolding. "What the hell do you want, Michelle? What are you playing at, using your life as an excuse just because you're jealous? "Vi's cat has already been stuck in a tree for three days. She loves it like it's her life! If you delay me from saving it, you'll be a murderer!" I hear a coquettish voice ring out on the other end of the line. "Thank you for this, Kev. You're amazing!" I recognize that voice—it belongs to my boyfriend's childhood friend. I text my boyfriend when the bomb is about to explode. "Farewell forever. I pray we won't meet each other again in another life."