Little Bride

(Volume 1 - main story) A mere pawn in the mafia world, Madeline must obey her father and marry the man she hasn't chosen for herself. But in a twist of fate, she finds herself at the hands of the dangerous and ruthless Victor Racini after he kidnapped her on her wedding day. "I'll save you from an awful marriage and assist you in destroying the man you so clearly despise, but in return, you will be mine in every way." (Volume 2 - Side Story) Emily showed up at the devil's door to ask for his protection. But the cunning, mischievous and ruthless Rafael Reigo never gave anything without a price. And he wants her whole being as the price. Her body, her soul, and her heart.

When Emily attended her half sister Chloe's engagement party, she had to listen to Chloe bragging about her fiancé, saying he was the most powerful Alpha in this region. However, when the groom arrived, he walked not to Chloe, but to Emily.... “Hello, my fiancée. The party is about to start, why aren’t you dressed yet?”

"ENZO RICCARDO" The name that could make even a grown man wet himself.. The name only uttered in hushed whispers. Some call him the devil himself, the manipulator, the cold-blooded savage man. The king of the underworld. I have caught the attention of this monster. It's too late,I didn't even see it coming. I am to marry him in a week time. He doesn't even like me,The thing is he doesn't even know me. The worst part is that no one can save me. I am well and utterly fucked

On her sister's wedding day, Myra finds herself being dressed in bridal clothes, walking down the aisle and marrying her sister's fiance in her stead. The day that was supposed to be perfect turns into her worst nightmare as she gets hitched to the cold-hearted Vampire Lord Damian Beaufort. [Book 1 in Vampire's Bride duology] [Book 2 available in the APP

"Did you ever even love me?" "Laylin-" He tried to hold her hand but she slapped it away. "No. You were always ashamed of me! Did it even matter to you how I felt being ridiculed as your mistress?" ..... She fell in love with him at first sight and it hurt because he had a lover. He had no place for her in his perfect royal life. She was just a human Princess sent as a hostage to him, but it all changed the moment his lycan marked her. Laylin is given to the Lycan King of Rakhbar on his ascending to the throne after a successful coup as a sign of a peace treaty by her father. Stripped of her status, she’s forced to be a Mistress for the cruel King because he wants to hide his weak mate. Little does he know, Laylin is anything but weak. With all that she had to suffer for his love, is it even worth it? Should she stay in this messed-up relationship or give up on him? Will she even have a choice once her father breaks the treaty and instate a war?

Claire's heart is torn between her past and her future. She's caught in a web of love, regret, and uncertainty. Two men, both important to her, wait in the wings. Drake, the love she once knew, and Chase, the quiet presence who's always been there for her. But which path should she choose? Can she find a way to heal and love again without hurting someone she cares about?

Five years after the death of his fated mate, Alpha Blade found himself lost in the abyss of life. He had abandoned his pack and chose to lead a mercenary life to avenge the death of Soledad, his fated mate. But even after justice was served, he felt empty, and the need to take more lives had become his way of life. With too much blood in his hands, he became ruthless and cold-hearted, with no direction, no goal, and no will to survive—until destiny decided to play a cruel joke on him and gave him a light witch for a second-chance mate.  Confused and not wanting to betray the memory of his first mate, Blade fought against the new bond the Goddess gave him, only to find himself being drawn more to the young witch who was slowly lighting up the darkness surrounding him. But when lies, betrayals, and secrets come to light, will their bond survive the test of fate, or will the truth spiral them into the darkness lurking behind the shadow?  ***** BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alphas Little Witch is the third installment of the INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA. To understand the world I created, I highly suggest reading the first two books, also available on Goodnovel/Buenovela/Meganovel. INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon BRAVING THE DARKNESS: One Night With the Demon King (attached to the book Beneath Her Darkness - after its epilogue) BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch ***** For updates and teasers, follow me on my I G and F B  - author.cassa.m / www.facebook.com/groups/cassandra.m.world

Elara Hart, a top lawyer on the brink of becoming a partner, sees her career crumble under a scandal. Just when she’s about to give up, Damian Blackwood, a billionaire heir in a desperate race to marry before his 30th birthday, offers her an unexpected deal. With only weeks left and a reputation that scares off most women, Damian proposes a one-year, no-strings-attached marriage. For Elara, it’s a chance to restore her career; for Damian, it’s his only hope to secure his inheritance. As their arrangement begins, will they stick to their no-strings plan, or will they discover that the real gamble is falling in love? And what happens when the year ends, and the stakes are higher than they ever imagined?

"You think you've seen me unhinged?" I asked with a dark grin. "Tonight... I'm not your husband. I'm the man you betrayed." I kissed her then, without restraint, and she stifled a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game. That I could survive the year, take my freedom, and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what if he's the real enemy hidden in the shadows?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.