๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช ๐“ข๐“ด๐”‚ ๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช
๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ! ๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช Welcome to my little corner of chaos. ๐Ÿ–คโœจ ๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐. ๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช Iโ€™m a dark mafia romance girly through and through, so expect lots of morally questionable men, dangerous obsessions, possessive lovers, mafia kings, and all the deliciously dark romance your heart can handle. ๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ”ช โ‹†หšเฟ” ๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ.๐Ÿ—๐Š, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐œ—๐œšหšโ‹† ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐’ถ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“๐‘’โ€ฆ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐‘’๐“‡. ๐Ÿฅ€ ๐“ง๐“ž๐“ง๐“ž โ™ก โ€” ๐“ข๐“ด๐”‚ ๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ–ค

Stories

    Tesoro..~

    Paolo De Luca was supposed to choose a wife. Three Bellandi daughters existedโ€”but only two were considered worthy of becoming a De Luca. Sabrina is elegant, sophisticated, and raised to become the perfect mafia wife. Alessia is seductive, beautiful, and absolutely certain no man could resist her. And then thereโ€™s her. The forgotten third daughter. The one wearing her sistersโ€™ hand-me-downs. The one pushed into the background while Sabrina and Alessia were dressed in diamonds and presented like prizes. She wasnโ€™t supposed to attend the dinner. She wasnโ€™t supposed to be considered. She certainly wasnโ€™t supposed to catch the attention of Italyโ€™s most ruthless mafia heir. But Paolo notices her. And once Paolo De Luca notices something, he becomes fucking obsessed. Suddenly, the man who hates everyone wants to know why she wasnโ€™t sitting at the table. Why sheโ€™s wearing somebody elseโ€™s clothes. Why her own parents speak about her like an inconvenience. Most importantly, he wants to know why everyone seems determined to convince him that he should choose anyone but her. Unfortunately for the Bellandis, Paolo has already made his decision. Now Sabrina and Alessia are furious, her parents are scrambling to salvage their plans, and the forgotten daughter finds herself at the center of a dangerous family war she never asked for. And Paolo? The morally black future Don feared across Italy becomes something nobody could have predicted. Pathetically fucking devoted. The same man who can terrify an entire room needs another kiss because the first one was too short. The man incapable of begging suddenly wants his amore mio to pay attention to him. The monster everyone fears becomes possessive, protective, needy, and completely shameless about worshipping the woman nobody else bothered to value. She was never supposed to be one of Paolo De Lucaโ€™s choices. She became his only one

    Look twice, kill once ~

    Nikolai Vescari is the kind of man people know better than to cross. A ruthless Russian mafia king with blood on his hands and an empire at his feet, he has never been impressed by beauty, tempted by affection, or interested in keeping anyone close. Until one of his men brings his girlfriend to Nikolaiโ€™s estateโ€”and she brings her. One glance at Y/N has Nikolai looking awayโ€ฆand then looking right the fuck back. Now the most feared man in the city canโ€™t stop watching the one woman who smiles at him instead of trembling. What begins as fascination quickly becomes something far more dangerous: devotion, possession, and a love so consuming that everyone around them learns one very important rule. The devil may belong to no oneโ€”but his little sunshine belongs to him.

    Inevitable..~

    Theyโ€™ve known each other since diapers. Seven childhood friends. Six absolute fucking disastersโ€”and the sweet girl theyโ€™ve adored, protected, and collectively claimed as theirs since they were old enough to understand friendship. But Malachi Vize has always been different. He was the strange, quiet little boy everyone picked on, and {Y/N} was the angel who bloodied noses defending him. She held his hand when he wouldnโ€™t speak. Sat beside him when everyone else avoided him. Chose him when choosing him meant becoming an outsider too. Then they grew up. Now theyโ€™re in their mid-twenties, approaching college graduation, and that awkward little boy has become a tattooed, deadpan man who doesnโ€™t give a fuck about much of anything. Except her. His hands find her without thought. Her legs belong across his lap. His food is hers, hers is his, and personal space stopped existing somewhere around kindergarten. Itโ€™s always been that way. So neither of them questions it. Not even while they spend years dating other people. Until Malachiโ€™s relationship of two years ends with one devastating question: If she called you right now and needed you, would you leave me to go to her? He doesnโ€™t answer. He doesnโ€™t have to. Because the answer has been yes since they were children. Now Malachi is single, old feelings are becoming impossible to ignore, his ex has no intention of surrendering him quietly, and their psychotic little friend group is watching twenty-something years of buried devotion finally become something far more dangerous. Because Malachi isnโ€™t falling in love with his best friend. He already did. A lifetime ago. And maybe some people arenโ€™t meant to find each other. Maybe some people simply grow together so completely that eventually there is nowhere left to run. Some love stories are unexpected. Theirs was always..inevitable..~

    A gentlemanโ€™s obsession ~

    Kane Ashford came from London for one night out with an old friend. He certainly didnโ€™t come looking for her. At thirty, Kane has everything a man could wantโ€”an obscene fortune, a global empire, devastating looks, and enough charm wrapped in a deep British accent to make women forget their own names. With tattooed hands, silver rings, and a reputation for being impossible to impress, Kane is accustomed to getting attention. Then he walks into an exclusive nightclub and notices the quiet girl sitting among Dominicโ€™s friends. Y/N. Beautiful. Sweet. Adored by everyone around herโ€”and completely oblivious to the fact that Kane hasnโ€™t taken his eyes off her since the moment he arrived. One introduction becomes another night out. Another night becomes dinners, parties, group chats, and Kane finding increasingly ridiculous reasons to stay around. Somewhere along the way, the untouchable billionaire becomes the groupโ€™s newest additionโ€”and Y/N becomes his favorite person. But not everyone is happy about it. Valeria Saint-James has never met a man she couldnโ€™t have, and Kane Ashford is exactly the kind of prize she wants. Thereโ€™s only one problem. Kane already found the woman he wants. And for the first time in his life, the man who can afford practically anything is about to discover that the one thing he desperately wants canโ€™t simply be bought. She has to fall for him too.

    The Virgin Problem..~

    Kieran is twenty-three, six-foot-five, ridiculously attractive, built like he has absolutely no business being a computer science majorโ€”and somehow, inexplicably, a virgin. Not because women havenโ€™t tried. Oh, theyโ€™ve fucking tried. The problem is Kieran has been hopelessly, embarrassingly, catastrophically obsessed with his best friend since high school. Y/N, meanwhile, thinks heโ€™s adorable. Her sweet nerd. Her safe person. The guy whose hoodies she steals, whose bed she sleeps in, and whose personal space she invades like she pays rent there. She also thinks his virginity is hilarious. Kieran thinks sheโ€™s going to put him in an early grave. Between a friend group taking bets on when heโ€™ll finally confess, one increasingly obsessed girl who refuses to accept his rejection, and Y/N innocently suggesting that maybe Kieran just needs to โ€œpractice with someone he trusts,โ€ his remaining sanity is hanging by a fucking thread. Because Kieran might be inexperienced. He might blush. He might need five business days to recover when Y/N sits in his lap. But innocent? Absolutely fucking not. And after years of being her painfully devoted best friend, Kieran is starting to realize thereโ€™s only so much one desperately lovesick virgin can take.

    I loved him firstโ€ฆ~

    She fell in love with a man who already belonged to someone else. So Y/N did the only thing she couldโ€”nothing. She watched Rhodes Laurent love his girlfriend through every argument, every cruel word, every apology, and every promise that things would get better. And no matter how desperately Y/N wanted the gorgeous billionaire for herself, she refused to become the reason his relationship ended. Rhodes wasnโ€™t blind either. He knew his best friend was beautiful. Knew his thoughts about her were becoming increasingly inappropriate. Knew he needed to put some fucking distance between them before attraction became something neither of them could take back. Because Rhodes Laurent might be miserable, but he isnโ€™t a cheater. Too bad his girlfriend canโ€™t say the same. Because while Rhodes is busy fighting his feelings for Y/N, Camille is fucking around behind his back with Dorianโ€”the man Rhodes considers a brother. And when the truth finally comes out? Rhodes loses his girlfriend. He loses his brother. And the one woman he desperately needs afterward refuses to become his consolation prize. Y/N has spent years loving Rhodes quietly. Now if he wants her? He has to fucking earn her.

    His Little Dancer..~

    Y/N has three problems. Sheโ€™s broke. Her boss is a sexually obsessed psychopath who steals from her paycheck. And apparently she has the exact face required to make a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire lose every ounce of fucking sanity he was born with. Soren came to Velvet Vice for business. He left wondering what Y/N eats for breakfast, who makes her cry, whether she likes diamonds, and how much prison time heโ€™d realistically serve for throwing her boss through a window. So. That escalated. Unfortunately, Soren isnโ€™t alone. His equally ruthless best friends, Caius and Evander, have developed their own suspiciously intense interests in Y/Nโ€™s best friendsโ€”which means three women just trying to survive their shitty jobs have somehow collected three obscenely wealthy, morally bankrupt men who have never heard the words โ€œnormal courtship.โ€ Meanwhile, Dorian thinks Y/N belongs to him. His spoiled favorite hates her. Money is disappearing. Secrets are piling up. And Soren? Soren is approximately one stolen paycheck away from committing a felony with excellent credit. Welcome to Velvet Viceโ€” where the drinks are expensive, the management is criminal, the dancers are exhausted, and three billionaires walked in for a meeting only to leave pathetically fucking obsessed.

    A monsters Devotion ~

    Christian Alastor was a monster long before prison made him worse. Cold, ruthless, and terrifyingly powerful, Christian spent his entire life believing he was incapable of loveโ€”until Y/N came along with her sunshine smiles, stubborn heart, and complete refusal to fear him. She became the only softness he allowed himself, the one person capable of making a monster feel human. Then Christian was ripped away from her for five years. Now heโ€™s free. Harder. Meaner. More dangerous than ever. Everyone expects him to reclaim his empire and destroy the people responsible for putting him behind bars. But Christian only wants one thing. His girl. Five years ago, he pushed Y/N away because he thought she deserved a life without him. Now heโ€™ll grovel, bleed, beg, or burn the entire fucking world down before he makes that mistake again. Because prison taught Christian Alastor many things. How to stop loving her wasnโ€™t one of them.

    The kings sweetest sin ~

    The DeLuca family is drowning in debt, and their daughters are the only currency they have left. Two sisters. Two arranged marriages. Two powerful mafia Dons. As always, spoiled eldest daughter Alessia gets first choiceโ€”and deliberately chooses the charming Matteo De Santis, leaving her quiet, overlooked younger sister Y/N to Nico Russo, the billionaire mafia king whose reputation is enough to terrify even the most powerful men in Italy. Alessia thinks sheโ€™s finally condemned her sister to misery. Until they meet their future husbands. Because suddenly, nobody is looking at the favored DeLuca daughter. Especially not Nico. The ruthless Don came looking for a convenient bride. Instead, he finds himself captivated by the soft-spoken woman her own family barely noticesโ€”and the more Nico learns about how Y/N has been treated, the more possessive he becomes. Alessia got first choice. Y/N got the king.

    Beautifully unhinged..~

    Eli King learned three things before he turned thirteen: everyone can be manipulated, power belongs to whoever is ruthless enough to take it, and attachment makes you weak. Then he met her. Three months. One psychiatric ward. One quiet little girl he protected when nobody else would. And one nickname he never forgot. Pretty girl. Nearly two decades later, Eli has everything he promised himself heโ€™d haveโ€”billions, an empire, and enough power to destroy people with a phone call. Heโ€™s arrogant, calculating, dangerously charming, and notoriously incapable of remorse. People are pawns. Relationships are transactions. And love is for fucking idiots. Until an applicant walks into King Holdings looking for a jobโ€ฆand something about her makes Eli look twice. Then a third time. Because those eyes are familiar. That smile is impossible. And suddenly, the only person Eli King ever gave a damn about is standing inside his building, completely unaware that the disturbed little boy who once protected her grew into a dangerously powerful man. His pretty girl came back. And Eli has never been particularly good at letting go of things he considers his.

    Billion dollar baby..~

    Damien Montgomery has a problem. Heโ€™s thirty-two, devastatingly attractive, worth billions, and bored out of his fucking mind. Women want his money. They always have. So Damien finally decides to stop pretending that bothers him and joins a sugar daddy website for one simple reason: if someone wants his money, heโ€™d rather give it to a woman who actually needs it. No complicated relationships. No fake feelings. Just an arrangement. Then he matches with her. Y/N never wanted a sugar daddy. Her meddling best friend signed her up, she thinks Damienโ€™s profile looks suspicious, and when the ridiculously handsome stranger offers to spoil her, her first instinct is to tell him absolutely fucking not. Unfortunately, Damien discovers something far more entertaining than spending money. Trying to spend it on a woman who refuses to let him. Soon heโ€™s paying bills she never told him about, sending cars she insists she doesnโ€™t need, remembering everything she casually mentions, and finding increasingly ridiculous excuses to see her again. He wanted someone to spoil. He got a woman who makes him laugh, argues with him, drives him insane, and somehow makes his obscenely privileged life feel exciting again. The arrangement was supposed to have boundaries. Damien Montgomery is about to break every fucking one.

    The devilโ€™s favorite song..~

    Y/N went to the concert for one reason: her best friend Samantha was absolutely fucking obsessed with Saints of Ruin. Front-row tickets. Sold-out stadium. Four ridiculously attractive musicians worshipped by millions. Y/N expected loud music and maybe permanent hearing damage. She didnโ€™t expect lead singer Dante to notice her. But from the moment his eyes find hers in a crowd of thousands, Dante Vale canโ€™t seem to look anywhere else. Not during the songs. Not backstage. And certainly not after one meeting turns into anotherโ€ฆand another. Thereโ€™s just one tiny problem. Saints of Ruin isnโ€™t only a band. Behind the fame, private jets, sold-out tours, and multimillion-dollar empire is a world built on blood, power, and secretsโ€”and Dante sits dangerously close to its throne. Now Y/N and Samantha have stumbled into something they were never supposed to see, the charming pianist has taken a suspicious interest in Samantha, and Dante is discovering that the pretty girl from his front row might be the first thing heโ€™s ever wanted more than power. Everyone thinks Dante Vale is a rockstar. Y/N is about to discover exactly what kind of monster steps offstage when the lights go out. She could be his salvation. But Dante has never been particularly interested in being saved.

    Knockout..~

    Before Ryder became a UFC champion, he was just a boy with bruised knuckles, an impossible dream, and one girl screaming louder than anyone else from his corner. {Y/N} was his high school sweetheart. His first love. His biggest supporter. His everything. Until one woman at his training gym got a little too comfortable with Ryderโ€”and his pride destroyed the only relationship that ever mattered. One vicious argument, one accusation of insecurity, and four words he would spend years regretting: Get the fuck out. So {Y/N} did. Years later, sheโ€™s moved on from the boy who broke her heart. At least, thatโ€™s what she tells herselfโ€”until an ordinary night with friends puts the UFC championship on her television. And there he is. Ryder. Older. Bigger. Tattooed. Bloodied. Absolutely fucking lethal. When Ryder wins the championship, millions of people watch him approach the camera with a wolfish smile. But his eyes are searching for an audience of exactly one. He points directly into the lens. Across his abdomen are the unmistakable eyes of the girl he lost. And then he mouths her name. Ryder finally became everything he promised {Y/N} he would be. He has the belt, the money, the fame, and the entire fighting world at his feet. But the only victory he actually gives a damn about? Winning back the girl who has always been his greatest knockout.

    Miles between us ~

    Kai Young is six-foot-seven of tattoos, money, attitude, and absolutely zero patience. A ruthless billionaire with a reputation for being an unapologetic asshole, Kai doesnโ€™t do sweet. He doesnโ€™t do gentle. And he certainly doesnโ€™t give a damn whether people like him. Except when it comes to her. Hundreds of miles separate Kai from the only woman capable of turning the coldest man in the room into the biggest fucking softie. Their long-distance relationship has survived late-night calls, stolen weekends, and far too many nights spent missing each otherโ€”but when Kaiโ€™s birthday arrives, heโ€™s convinced heโ€™ll be spending another important day without his girl beside him. Until she walks into the small bar where his friends are throwing his birthday party and turns his entire fucking world upside down. But surprising Kai is the easy part. Between his chaotic friends, complicated histories, jealousy, old hookups who arenโ€™t nearly as over it as they claim, explosive arguments, and one woman who absolutely cannot stand seeing Kai Young hopelessly devoted to someone else, Y/N is about to discover that stepping into Kaiโ€™s world comes with plenty of drama. Kai might be ruthless with everyone else. But when it comes to his girl? The biggest man in the room has always had one weaknessโ€”and she just walked through the door.

    One summer, three rules ~

    Six friends. One lake house. Ten weeks of summer. And three rules: Donโ€™t hook up within the friend group. Whatever happens at the lake stays at the lake. And nobody ruins the fucking summer. Y/N thought those rules would be easy enough to followโ€”until six friends unexpectedly became seven. Adrian Voss is her best friendโ€™s childhood friend, a complete stranger to Y/N, and apparently the one man nobody thought to warn her about. Tall, tattooed, frustratingly quiet, and impossible to read, Adrian arrives carrying more history with the group than Y/N realizes. Including one night with Sloane that supposedly meant nothing. Supposedly. But one party becomes an argument. An argument becomes a fistfight. Old hookups start resurfacing, buried secrets refuse to stay buried, friendships begin choosing sides, and Sloane suddenly seems awfully interested in a man she swears she doesnโ€™t want. Meanwhile, Adrian keeps watching Y/N. Saving her the passenger seat. Making sure she eats. Appearing whenever someone gets too close. Looking at her like sheโ€™s becoming his favorite problem while insisting thereโ€™s absolutely nothing happening between them. By the end of summer, hearts will be broken, friendships will be tested, punches will be thrown, and every secret in that lake house will find its way into the open. There were only three rules. Theyโ€™re going to break every fucking one..

    British charm, Italian sin..~

    Elijah Moore has never had to work this hard for a woman in his fucking life. British. Italian. Billionaire. Disgustingly handsome. Elijah arrives in the States expecting one house party, a reunion with his oldest friend, and a flight straight back to London. Then he sees her. Y/N is gorgeous enough to make him forget what he was sayingโ€”and apparently the only woman alive completely unimpressed by the Elijah Moore Experienceโ„ข. The British accent? Cute. The Italian? Try harder. The money? She couldnโ€™t care less. And Elijah? Absolutely fucking delighted. Because while every other woman at the party is practically volunteering to climb him like a treeโ€”including one particularly persistent Calistaโ€”Y/N keeps smiling sweetly, rejecting his best lines, and making the spoiled billionaire earn every second of her attention. So Elijah starts chasing. And somewhere between bella, shameless flirting, late-night conversations, and Y/N humbling him for sport, the game stops feeling like a game. Because Elijah Moore came to America looking for a good time. Now heโ€™s wondering how difficult it would be to convince one stubborn little dollface that London could use another resident. She said try harder. Poor choice of words. Because Elijah fucking will.

    For her, he kneels ~

    Alessio Moretti is feared by everyoneโ€”except his wife. To Y/N, the ruthless Mafia Don is nothing but devoted. He worships her, protects her, and loves every complicated piece of the woman society insists isnโ€™t normal enough to stand beside him. But whispers spread quickly in their world. Poor Alessio. He deserves someone stronger. Someone easier. Someone normal. And when Alessioโ€™s beautiful, calculating ex hears them, she sees the opportunity sheโ€™s been waiting for. Valentina wants her place beside the Don back, and she knows exactly which insecurities to exploit to get it. Thereโ€™s just one problem. Everyone keeps mistaking Y/N for Alessioโ€™s weakness. When in reality, sheโ€™s the one thing heโ€™d burn his entire empire to protect

    If you only knew ~

    Kane Devaroux has everything nowโ€”money, power, an empire built from nothing, and enough charm to make nearly anyone fall at his feet. Nearly anyone. Because Y/N remembers him before all of it. Before the suits, the penthouses, and the name everyone suddenly wants a piece of. She was his best friend when he had nothing, and somewhere along the way, Kane made one devastating mistake: He fell completely, hopelessly in love with her. For years, he keeps it buried beneath friendshipโ€”his arms finding her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his eyes automatically searching every room for her. He dates other women. He tries moving on. It never works. No one is her. And the funniest part? The terrifying Kane Devaroux might have the rest of the world wrapped around his finger, but Y/N has that man walking at heel without even realizing sheโ€™s holding the leash. One look from her and heโ€™s canceling meetings. One pout and his wallet is already open. One quiet โ€œKane?โ€ and suddenly the ruthless billionaire who terrifies grown men is asking, โ€œWhat do you need, baby?โ€ Their friends have known for years. Kane is down catastrophically. Y/N just hasnโ€™t figured it out yet. But after spending most of his life loving his best friend in silence, Kaneโ€™s patience is finally beginning to crack. Because friendship might have been enough when they were younger. Now? Kane doesnโ€™t just want to stand behind her with his arms around her waist and pretend she isnโ€™t already the center of his entire fucking world. He wants forever

    Return to sender ~

    It started as a jokeโ€”three friends writing letters to prisoners just to see who would answer. Y/N never expected hers to become the one thing she looked forward to most. Kane was mysterious, intelligent, strangely charming, and increasingly possessive with every letter exchanged. What she didnโ€™t know was that her pen pal wasnโ€™t an ordinary prisoner. He was a billionaire kingpin, a name feared throughout the criminal underworld, and a man nobody expected to see outside prison walls again. Until one final letter arrives. Iโ€™m getting out, sweetheart. Now the dangerous stranger who knows her secrets, her favorite places, her fears, and practically every detail of her life is finally free. And after months of falling for Y/N through nothing but ink and paper, Kane has only one thing on his mind. Finding his pretty little pen pal

    Am I Pretty enough now? ~

    Y/N remembers exactly what they called her. The fat girl. The easy target. The girl boys laughed about wanting because apparently the idea of finding her beautiful was a joke. And she especially remembers Nate Callowayโ€”the gorgeous, wealthy golden boy who somehow always seemed to be standing close enough to hear every cruel word. What Y/N never knew was that Nate had been hopelessly in love with her. He was simply too much of a coward to admit it. So instead of defending her, he protected his precious reputation and joined in. Years later, college brings them face-to-face again. Nate is still infuriatingly handsome, obscenely privileged, and surrounded by the same wealthy crowd. But Y/N isnโ€™t the insecure girl he remembers. Sheโ€™s confident, curvy, gorgeousโ€”and completely uninterested in giving any of them the satisfaction of knowing they once broke her. Especially Nate. Now he gets to watch other men notice her. Flirt with her. Make her laugh. Touch the woman he once wanted desperately but was too ashamed to claim. And suddenly, Nate doesnโ€™t care who knows the truth. He loved her then. He wants her now. But Y/N remembers everything. And if Nate Calloway thinks a pretty apology and that devastating smile will earn him forgiveness, heโ€™s about to discover just how fucking good he looks on his knees.

    Silenced..~

    Nobody at Blackwood University has ever heard Elias Hawthorne speak. Six-foot-six, tattooed, intimidating, and communicating entirely through sign language, Elias has spent years existing comfortably in the quiet. Nobody knows why he stopped speaking. Nobody knows if he even can speak. And Elias intends to keep it that way. Until {Y/N} sits across from him in the library and awkwardly signs hello. Sheโ€™s the schoolโ€™s sweetheartโ€”kind, painfully curious, and apparently determined to learn his language just so he never has to feel excluded from hers. One conversation is all it takes. Now Elias notices everything. Her coffee order. Her schedule. Her favorite songs. The route she takes home. The people who make her smileโ€”and the ones who make her uncomfortable. Because the sweet, silent boy everyone underestimates has a darkness beneath all that gentleness, and {Y/N} has unknowingly given it something to obsess over. But she awakens something else too. For the first time in years, Elias wants to speak. So every night, alone in front of his mirror, he secretly teaches himself how. Breath becomes sound. Sound becomes syllables. And eventually, a deep, rough voice Elias barely recognizes begins practicing one word over and over. Her name. Because Elias Hawthorne spent years choosing silenceโ€”but when it comes to the girl who finally makes him want to be heard, some obsessions refuse to stayโ€ฆ.silenced..~

    The Dancer, The Devil ~

    After five years behind bars, underworld king Dante Russo returns to reclaim his empireโ€”and finally dispose of the unfaithful woman waiting at his side. But during one routine night at his club, a new dancer walks onto his stage. Sweet. Innocent. Breathtaking. Dante came home expecting revenge. He never expected Y/N to become his newest obsession.

    Say it again, Tesoro ~

    College was supposed to be classes, parties, bad decisions, and surviving another semester with her chaotic group of friends. Then Elio Vescari transferred from Italy. Tall, quiet, devastatingly handsome, and completely uninterested in every girl throwing herself at him, Elio quickly becomes the newest addition to their friend groupโ€”and Y/Nโ€™s favorite person to torment. Her weapon of choice? Calling him her future husband. She flirts. He stares. She plans their imaginary wedding. He pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters irritated Italian beneath his breath. Itโ€™s harmless. A running joke. Y/N knows Elio will never actually want her. At least, thatโ€™s what she thinks. Because beneath all those deadpan looks, Elio is paying attention. He remembers her coffee order. Makes sure she eats. Gives her his jacket without being asked. Walks her home. Watches for her in crowded rooms. And somewhere along the way, Y/Nโ€™s quiet Italian friend starts wondering why the idea of being her future husband doesnโ€™t sound so ridiculous anymore. She thinks sheโ€™s playing a game. Elio stopped playing a long time ago.

    Choosin Texasโ€ฆ~

    *Inspired by Choosinโ€™ Texas by Ella Langley* She thought bringing her cowboy home to Texas would be the perfect birthday gift. Three weeks in the town that raised him. A little farmhouse tucked between endless fields. Long nights beneath Texas stars. She worked extra shifts, saved every dollar, and planned the entire trip just to see Stetson smile. Then they walk into a hometown barโ€”and he sees her. His first love. The beautiful blonde who still remembers the boy he used to be. The woman who broke his heart years ago, earned his forgiveness, and somehow still makes nostalgia flicker behind his eyes. Sheโ€™s sweet, genuine, and isnโ€™t trying to steal anybodyโ€™s man. Maybe thatโ€™s what makes it hurt so fucking badly. Because suddenly Y/N is surrounded by memories she was never part of, watching the man she loves remember a life that once had another woman at the center of it. So she refuses to compete with his past. If Dylan needs Texas to figure out where his heart belongs, sheโ€™ll let him. Thereโ€™s just one problem. By the time Dylan realizes his first love reminds him of who he was, while Y/N has become everything he wants nextโ€ฆ she might already be preparing to leave Texas without him. Sometimes your first love is a memory. Sometimes home is a person. And sometimes a cowboy has to nearly lose the woman he loves before he realizes which one heโ€™s actually choosing.

    Her broody Brit..~

    Rhys Blackwood hates almost everyone. At least, thatโ€™s what the university has collectively decided. Six-foot-six, tattooed, intimidating, painfully sarcastic, and equipped with a British accent that makes even an insult sound unfairly attractive, Rhys has perfected the art of looking completely fucking miserable. His friends are equally dry, his patience is practically nonexistent, and approaching him without a good reason is generally considered a terrible idea. Then thereโ€™s {Y/N}. Sunshine personified. Sweet. Affectionate. Talkative. The girl who makes friends standing in coffee lines, remembers everyoneโ€™s birthdays, and somehow infiltrated Rhysโ€™s sarcastic little circle of assholes until every single one of them would probably help her hide a body. But nobody loves her quite like Rhys does. Because apparently the terrifying British bastard who barely tolerates humanity is ridiculously fucking soft for his girlfriend. She gets forehead kisses and hands around her waist. His hoodies permanently live in her closet. Her favorite snacks mysteriously appear in his apartment. He remembers every story she tells himโ€”even the completely pointless onesโ€”and while everyone else gets sarcasm and irritated stares, she gets Darling. Sunshine. Baby. They shouldnโ€™t make sense. Somehow, they make perfect fucking sense. Until Arabella Sinclair walks back into his life. Beautiful. Sophisticated. British. And, unfortunately, Rhysโ€™s ex-girlfriend. Not some meaningless ex, either. His first serious relationship. Nearly three years together. Families intertwined. Holidays, photographs, inside jokes, old friends, and an entire life in England that existed before {Y/N} ever knew his name. Arabella insists she isnโ€™t trying to cause trouble. Sheโ€™s so happy Rhys found someone. She thinks {Y/N} is adorable. And then the comments begin. โ€œHe still does that? God, he used to drive me mad.โ€ โ€œHas he taken you there yet? Ohโ€ฆnever mind.โ€ โ€œHis mother and I still speak all the ti