𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐫·𝐭𝐢·𝐜𝐞 /𝐢𝐥 ˈ𝐯ɔ𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭ʃ𝐞/𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.

In the autumn of 1916, deep in rural Ontario, Clara DuBois, a young Black woman, spends her days tending to her aunt's modest farm and working as a nurse's aide at a military hospital overflowing with wounded soldiers. She keeps her head down, works hard, and knows better than to expect kindness from a world that has rarely offered it. Still, she finds purpose in her care-until a single encounter shatters the ground she's built her life on. When Lieutenant Edward Whitcombe, a well-born, sharp-tongued soldier from a wealthy Toronto family, is brought in with a shattered leg and a sharper temper, Clara is assigned to tend to his wounds. What begins as a clash of class, race, and stubborn wills slowly softens into something neither of them expected. And, perhaps, something even deeper. But as troubles stir and the anticipation of separation looms ever larger, Clara and Edward must decide whether the emotions between them is strong enough to endure the forces determined to tear them apart.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

He loathe his wife, yet he can't take his eyes off her. He wants her gone, yet he can't seem to stay away. He wants her to suffer, yet he's overly fond of her sweet smile. He wants her to hate him, yet he craves for her love.. ⚠️Warning!⚠️ This story contains : • sexual / mature content • foul language • abuse • violence • sexual assault Highest Rankings : #1 Adult #1 Don #1 Sweet #1 Mafiaromance #1 Marriage #1 Trauma #1 Adorable #1 Grumpysunshine #1 Mobboss #1 Soulmate

𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. Everyone tells Evelyn Sterling how lucky she is. As the youngest daughter of one of San Francisco's most powerful businessmen, she has money, beauty, privilege, and everything people dream of having. But nobody sees the bars. Her father controls everything where she goes, who she speaks to, who she befriends, whether she can date, and even how she spends her college years. He calls it protection. Evelyn calls it a prison. All she has ever wanted is something painfully ordinary: friends, freedom, and a life that belongs to her. Then a threat against her father changes everything, and Evelyn gets a new shadow. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. Twenty-nine. Six-foot-two. Former street fighter. Professionally trained. Cold as steel, intimidating as hell, and almost impossible to read. His assignment is simple: protect 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. Nothing more. But Evelyn isn't the spoiled billionaire's daughter he expected. She's quiet, lonely, and exhausted from a life she never chose. Beneath her silence is a girl desperately trying to escape the golden cage her father built around her. Silas is supposed to protect her from the dangers outside. Instead, he becomes the first person who truly sees her. And the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to remember where his duty ends and his obsession begins. Because Silas Raven doesn't know how to protect something without becoming possessive of it. She was born into a golden cage. He was hired to guard it. Neither of them expected him to become the key.

Cleo Winters has learned to survive by staying quiet. At school, she's invisible, bullied and ignored. At home, she tiptoes around her mother's sharp moods and cruel words, never knowing when kindness will turn into punishment. But when her mother announces a sudden move to London to marry a wealthy businessman named Eric Westwood, Cleo's silent life is shattered. Thrown into a family she's never met, surrounded by strangers who live in luxury while she carries scars no one can see, Cleo must navigate a new house, a new country, and a new set of rules.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.

When Alicette wakes up from a three-week coma, her mind's completely blank. The only thing she remembers was the fact that she was a corporate slave working herself to exhaustion. Imagine her shock upon learning she has been married for almost a year to Kruelith Liddellrose, a ridiculously handsome billionaire. However, the longer Alicette stays with her so-called husband, the more she realizes Kruelith isn't trying to help her remember. In fact, he's carefully ensuring she never does. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ [Free Until End Of Story] ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and emotionally distressing themes, including emotional abuse, manipulation, morally corrupt characters, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised. © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not distribute the story without permission.

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.