Water Street Butcher

“You saved my life. Name your price.” “Take responsibility for me.” Asaraiah Montova is the invisible daughter of a brutal mafia bloodline. Born from her father's affair, she survives abuse, cruelty, and betrayal in silence. Her only sanctuary? A shed hidden deep in their estate, until she finds a bloodied stranger inside. Malrik Kaine is the name whispered in fear. A vampire and the ruthless mafia boss of the Kaine Syndicate. Cursed. Untouchable. Dangerous. When she saves his life, he owes her a favor. She demands the unthinkable: marriage. What starts as a desperate bargain spirals into an obsession between a girl with nothing to lose and a man who has lost everything. What if the shed wasn’t the first time they met? What happens when she finds out she has died by his hands more than once? And when her past collides with his curse, neither blood nor death will be enough to stop them. Dare to follow her into the darkness. Because once the blood debt is owed, there is no escape. Step into the shadows of the syndicate. Here, debts aren’t forgiven—they’re collected... in blood. “In the mafia, blood isn’t thicker than water—it’s the price you pay for power.”

The doctor told me I would never have a baby, so we took a fifteen-year-old girl we found on the street out of pity--to adopt her. But as she got older, her wants grew, and by the time she was twenty she wanted my husband. With all the emotional turmoil, should I share my husband with my own adopted daughter?

She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten. Until the Alpha touched her. Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing. Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted. She thought the crashing water would be her grave. But death didn’t claim her. The dragon did. She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana. The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers. Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin. She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line. Torn between two lives, two names, two fates… Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise? Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning… of the Dragon Queen.

“I'd do it,”   a voice interrupted. “I'd kiss her.”   Laughter cut short like a needle across a vinyl. Heads turned. Eyes widened. There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me. —- Brielle Everly has spent her life in the shadows—overweight, shy, and constantly mocked for her body. She’s invisible to the world, an outcast in her own school. But everything changes when she’s tricked into the lead role of the school play. And the worst part? She has to practice kissing scenes with him—Killian Lancaster, the untouchable bad boy wrapped in leather and mystery. But Killian isn’t just a rebel on a motorcycle. Beneath the smirks and defiance lies a secret the school knows nothing about—a truth darker than anyone could imagine. As their worlds collide, an undeniable pull draws him to Brielle—one he can’t explain, control, or resist. But when she discovers who—or what—he really is, will she be his salvation… or his downfall? Because in the end, Brielle isn’t just a girl he can’t ignore. She’s the key to breaking the curse that haunts him and his kind. The only question is… will she save him, or doom them all?

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

" sometimes the strongest hearts carry the heaviest scars." Two years after losing her parents, 21-year-old Jane is left raising her two little brothers on her own. Abandoned by her oldee sister and juggling two exhausting jobs, Jane barely has time to breathe_let alone chase her long-forgotten dream of studying law. Every day is a battle to survive: Working long hours, skipping meals, some strange dreams, and hiding her tears behind a fake smile. But even when she breaks down in the middle of the street or collapses from exhaustion, she always gets back up- for Elhoïme and Mathias, the only family she has left. Just when she thinks no one sees her pain, Brian, a kind coworker and a long time friend, start offering small gestures of help- cofee, silence, time, understanding. She pushes him away at first, afraid of needing anyone. But his quiet presence slowly starts to feel like hope. Can Jane allow herself to lean on someone else for once, without losing her strenght- or her heart?

He’s known as The Dark—ruthless, feared, and untouchable. She's as pure as the came, naive and beautiful. It all began when she moved her little Pastry right across the street where The Den, a dark wall of velvet sin, displayed its darkness. Now he can't stay away. He likes the chase, the little game they play, cause he knows he will win in the end. But Dormani Diavolo doesn't fall in love. He claims. He consumes. And he wants her. Most sinfully, one could fathom. A dark mafia romance about innocence, obsession, and the kiss that could ruin them both.

When Selene Vireaux, a rogue werewolf, arrives in Chicago to disappear into the noise of the city, she expected loneliness. But then she sees him. Lucas Carter is everything Selene shouldn't want — human, innocent, young, soft — but the moment their eyes meet across a rain-slicked street, something ancient awakens inside her. It's not hunger. It's not instinct. It's need. She stalks him through alleys, watches him in silence, memorizes his every movement from the shadows. But when a violent attack leaves Lucas bleeding in the dark, Selene breaks her vow of distance and reveals herself — beautiful, feral, inhuman — to save him. Now bound by blood, danger, and a connection neither of them can understand, Selene must decide if she’s willing to destroy the fragile peace she’s built just to keep Lucas for herself… and Lucas must choose whether to run from the monster who saved him, or fall into the fire of something far more dangerous than love. Obsession burns. And under the full moon, nothing stays human for long.

“Mas..ter…pleas…e Bryce moaned. In pain, accompanied with pleasure. ** In a world ruled by four supernatural families, pain is power, and pleasure is often the weapon. Domino, cold-blooded and cursed, leads the most feared family of all. His rule is brutal, his throne unquestioned… until Bryce arrives. Bryce is no warrior, just a street thief with dangerous secrets and a face too soft for this cruel world. When he forces his way into Dom’s lair, demanding to join the family, no one expects him to survive. But Bryce carries something. Sacred, forbidden, and powerful enough to break curses… even the one Dom bears. Dom is drawn to Bryce in ways that defy everything he’s known. Their connection is electric, obsessive, and violently tender. As initiation turns to torment and lust gives way to longing, Bryce finds himself unraveling the monster behind the mask, while Dom begins to crave the very boy he once wanted to destroy. In this dark, twisted tale of dominance, destiny, and devotion, love blooms beneath chains, and salvation comes soaked in blood. He entered the Master’s house to save himself… but it’s the Master who can’t let him go.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.