Ja Morant Gun Dance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In the medieval kingdom of FeWard, Princess Irmak, heir to the throne, flees the shackles of an arranged marriage and the palace intrigues that threaten her succession. But when she encounters the mysterious twins Kuzey and Átila – ancient dragons disguised as seductive warriors – a forbidden fire ignites. Claimed by their fiery and possessive touches, Irmak discovers an ancient prophecy that binds them in a dance of lust, jealousy, and intense double penetration. While a dark curse invoked by a treacherous sorcerer and the machinations of an ambitious lord threaten to destroy everything, Irmak must embrace her paranormal desire to save FeWard... and surrender completely to her twin dragon mates. A paranormal erotic romance filled with spicy passion, epic battles, and a love that burns eternally. Warning: Explicit adult content, with themes of ménage, domination, and hot fantasy.

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned: "So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?" Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed." The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?" "Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her." I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."

In her first year of college, marked by loneliness and a desperate need for belonging, Lara, a young gothic girl with a witch heritage, resorts to an ancient blood spell to be desired by Dorian, her literature professor. What begins as a ritual to win his attention quickly turns into a spiral of sickening obsession that consumes them both. Dorian, a married and respected man, watches his life crumble as the spell corrupts his mind, transforming him into a dark version of himself. Possessive, violent, and unrecognizable. He abandons everything for Lara: his marriage, his career, his morality. But the more he surrenders to the obsession, the more the line between the spell and reality blurs. What follows is a dangerous dance of power and submission, where Lara discovers that some spells cannot be controlled.

In a twisted dance of love and power, Rory finds herself bound to George, a ruthless mafia lord, in a hidden marriage that's lasted seven years. Amidst the danger and secrets of George's world, Rory faces heartbreak and betrayal when she discovers the true intentions of the man she's tied to. With each passing day, the weight of their secret marriage presses down on Rory, complicated by the pain of five stillborn babies. As George's motives come to light through a chilling conversation with his friend Brian, Rory must consider the dangerous path between her feelings for George and the deadly world he rules. Will the shadows of the mafia consume their hidden bond, or can love find a way to survive in the darkness? Find out more by diving into the book....

A simple 2nd year college student taking management accounting hardly surviving everyday of her miserable life. Her name is Lyrical Hayze Montero. She's an only child and a province girl. She's underprivileged, but is still doing her best to survive. She may look innocent, but she has the kinkiest mind that was influenced by her stripper friend slash classmate. One day, she suddenly received a call from an unknown number and because of her stupid curiosity, she answered the call. The husky and baritone voice was on the other line saying to meet him in one of the most expensive cafe in town. And since she is as stupid as a one year old girl, she went in that cafe. Only to find out that she just went to a gun trafficking business deal. And the freaking mafia lord just suddenly started claiming her. She never imagined that her one simple life would turn into a roller coaster ride. But, there was one problem. She was mistaken by the mafia lord of someone else. And they both found out about it a little too late.

In Valeburn, Atlanta’s most dangerous block, power doesn’t pass hands—it’s taken with blood. And no one understands that more than Jayce Navarro, the razor-sharp kingpin who built his empire brick by brick, silence by silence. He rules with cold precision, a name whispered like a gun being cocked—until the ghost of his past returns with vengeance on his breath. Eli Mercer is no longer the soft-eyed teen Jayce once kissed beneath the chapel steps. Fresh from the feds and wrapped in scars, Eli returns to the block with one purpose: burn down the throne that forgot him. But when fate—and the city’s shifting underworld—forces them into an uneasy alliance, old feelings smolder beneath their armor. Lust tangles with rage. Loyalty with betrayal. And love? It’s the most dangerous weapon of all. As enemies circle from the inside and the state threatens to dismantle Jayce’s entire operation, he and Eli must decide what’s worth saving—their empires, their reputations… or each other. But in Valeburn, every crown is cursed. And every favor comes with fire.

"Eyes up here," he said. My gaze snapped to his. He was smiling, causing my heart to skip a painful beat. Before I could respond, the music began, and my body instinctively reacted to the sweet melody. I found myself molded to Lex's will, my feet irresistibly following the dance steps. The crowd gasped as Lex pulled me into a more intimate position, his hands roaming over my body in a seductive manner. The experience was both terrifying and magical, allowing me to feel every longing emotion through the dance. I soon found myself lost in his arms. When the music finally stopped, my arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on my back, our noses almost touching. He gazed deeply into my eyes. The ballroom fell silent. Was he about to kiss me? **** Lilly’s life was never easy; she lost her memory and family in a blazing fire. Angelica found and took her in—only to make her a slave to the household. Years of torment and abuse left Lilly weak, vulnerable, and believing she was without a wolf, but that didn't mean that all hope was lost. At night, in her dreams, he would patiently wait for her—the man who brought sunshine into her darkest moments. They would dance the night away, but as dawn approached, he would vanish into the morning sun. Lilly had given up hope of finding a mate, having a family, and leading a normal life. But things are about to drastically change for her... Secrets, lies, betrayal... and a baby on the way. What if Lilly wasn't wolf-less? What if it was all a lie? What if she had a living family? Would she stay and bond with them or make a run for freedom? **** ****STANDALONE BOOK****

I fought my sister, Anna, for two lifetimes to become the Donna. In my first life, I got what I wanted. I became Lorenzo's woman. People said he loved me as if I were the air in his lungs. When he learned that I loved to dance, he bought an entire ballet company to keep me onstage. Then he broke my legs. He confined me to a wheelchair and displayed me like an ornament. One day, he brushed his fingers across my face and finally told me the truth. "I've seen enough dancing," he said. "And the one I truly love was never you." I died in that room, swallowed by despair. In my second life, I stepped aside and gave the Donna's seat to Anna. "You go," I told her. "The one Lorenzo really loves is you." I believed that choice would save us. I believed Anna would have the happy ending I never did. Five years later, they sent her back. Her legs were intact this time, but she couldn’t move them either. Lorenzo no longer treated her as a person. He had turned her into a ballerina statue, encased in plaster and posed at what he called her most beautiful moment, frozen in place. His men delivered the message without a trace of feeling. "He got tired of watching the younger sister dance," they said. "So he preserved her at her most beautiful." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in my third life. Once more, the Don's men delivered a ballet invitation. Anna and I stared at it. The same question burned in both of us. If neither of us was the one he loved, then who was Lorenzo really watching?

"You have the hands of a goddess," he rasped, his blood staining my operating table. Even with three bullets in his chest, his grey eyes held nothing but command. He was Damian Volkov, the Bratva's heir, and I was the off-the-grid surgeon who just saved his life. "And you have a bill to pay," I told him, tying the final suture. His laugh was a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, Doctor. I don't deal in cash." His hand closed around my wrist, not with force, but with the chilling certainty of ownership. "You belong to me now." He dragged me from the shadows of my clinic to his gilded cage high above the Vegas Strip. He thinks he's claimed a simple doctor. He has no idea I'm Evelyn Reed, daughter of a murdered senator, hiding secrets that could burn his entire world to the ground. He wants my submission. My skills. My body. But in this game of secrets and seduction, the most dangerous weapon isn't the gun in his hand. It's the scalpel in mine.

*His eyes scanned my bruised face, searching for answers. A careful, gentle hand caressed my cheek, intensifying the turmoil in his gaze. "He did this to you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. But I couldn't find my voice, trapped in frozen silence. Fear gnawed at my skin as I stood amidst cold-blooded killers, surrounded by chaos and lifeless bodies. And as he held the gun, I knew more bodies would soon drop.* *** To everyone else, she was a nobody. A vessel for their perverse desires, a desperate pawn willing to fulfill their every whim. A nearsighted girl, finding solace only within the pages of her books, a portal to escape reality. But what they failed to grasp was that behind those innocent blue eyes lurked a devil, dependent on her happiness, hiding in the shadows and watching over her. And that devil was prepared to sacrifice everything for her. The scariest part? She had no clue. *"Why do you act like you're in love with me?" "Jesus, Lily," he growled, "I TATTOOED YOUR NAME ON MY FUCKING CHEST!"*