The job was supposed to be over. Six bodies. One witness. Clean. He holstered the pistol and checked his watch. Thirty-seven seconds behind schedule. Annoying. The client wanted confirmation. He snapped a picture, sent it, and started toward the exit. His phone buzzed. One target remains. His eyes narrowed. No. He'd counted. Twice. There'd only been seven people in the penthouse. Six were dead. The witness had run. He'd watched her. A woman. Didn't scream. Didn't hesitate. Didn't look back. Most people ran like prey. She'd run with a destination. Different. He stepped into the hallway. Empty. The elevator was still climbing. Too slow. She wouldn't wait for it. His gaze drifted toward the emergency stairwell. There. The handle swayed once before settling. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Smart. He pushed through the door. No rush. If she'd chosen the stairs, she knew someone would think of them. Which meant she'd already be planning for whoever came next. Three flights down. He found blood. Not much. Just enough to tell him she'd been clipped. She hadn't stopped to bandage it. Better. Pain slowed amateurs. Professionals ignored it until later. By the time he reached the alley, she'd already crossed it. Standing beneath the glow of a flickering streetlamp. Waiting. For him. That... He hadn't expected. She looked over her shoulder as if she'd heard every step he'd taken. No panic. No pleading. Just a calm, measuring look that swept over him once before settling on his face. Sizing him up. Like she was deciding whether killing him would be worth the effort. Toji slipped a hand into his pocket. His phone buzzed again. Alive if possible. Bonus if unharmed. His thumb locked the screen.

Elena betrayed him. Not because she had to. Because she chose to. Five years ago, one decision destroyed everything. The man she loved was left for dead, his empire burned to the ground, and Elena spent every day since convincing herself she did the right thing. Then Adrian Reyes walks back into her life. Alive. More powerful than ever. And looking at her like he remembers every promise she broke. Now the city belongs to him. Her future belongs to someone else. And neither of them can seem to leave the past buried where it belongs. When Elena's fiancé vanishes without a trace and a message arrives telling her to come alone, she's forced back into Adrian's orbit—and into a game neither of them ever truly stopped playing. A game built from old scars, unfinished love, and the dangerous truth neither wants to admit. What follows isn't a rescue. It's a pilgrimage. A descent. A woman crossing the city to find the monster she created. And a man forcing her to confront every choice that destroyed them. Every safehouse they once shared. Every rooftop where they once planned a future. Every bed where he once believed her. He's preparing to disappear forever. And before he goes, he wants only one thing from the woman who ruined him. One last night. One last dance. One last chance to pretend they were never enemies. But some betrayals don't kill love. They poison it. Twist it. Turn it into something beautiful and monstrous all at once. And when the sun rises, Elena will have to decide whether to save herself... or follow Adrian into the fire. Because some people spend their lives trying to move on. And some would burn the world for one last time. 🖤

Isabella Moreno learned young that loyalty was measured in blood. As the daughter of a Cartel Don, she was raised among killers and eventually became one herself. Efficient. Ruthless. Feared. The kind of assassin people whispered about long after the body was found. Her only rule? Any contract bearing the name Enzo Raffa was immediately rejected. No questions. No research. No exceptions. Because Enzo wasn't just a name. He was her childhood best friend. Her first love. The boy who disappeared after high school to join the SAINTS Society—a secret network of powerful men embedded in every corner of society. Judges. Doctors. Politicians. Police. Men who could destroy lives with a signature or end them with a phone call. For seven years, Isabella made sure their worlds never crossed. Then she takes a routine assignment. The target isn't Enzo. The target has nothing to do with him. Or so she thinks. Because while Isabella is focused on her kill, someone else is watching from the shadows. Someone who recognized her the second she walked into the building. Someone who allowed her to finish the job, who waited until she was alone before stepping into the elevator beside her. Enzo Raffa never had the luxury of keeping Isabella off-limits. And now the one woman he should report...The one woman he should eliminate... Is standing close enough to touch. Caught between a cartel empire and the most dangerous society in the world, Isabella and Enzo find themselves on opposite sides of a war neither can walk away from. The problem is neither of them has forgotten what it felt like to choose each other first. And some loyalties are far deadlier than love ****Hope you like this. I’m getting tired of seeing everyone portray women as these poor pathetic damsels in distress and so bright side, it made me write again. Because if i have to read one more story where the woman is: poor, innocent, a victim, or needs saving, i’m gunna puke lol ***

✨Goddess to Mortal love✨ He feels it before he sees it. The room is too still. Not silent—he has known silence in the void between realms—but emptied. Like a held breath that forgot how to release. The air no longer hums when she moves. Light does not lean toward her the way it once did. She stands by the window, human shoulders wrapped in morning, fingers resting against the glass as if she could remember what warmth felt like by touching it. Outside, the city moves. People walk. Carriages pass. Life continues in imitation of itself. No birds. That is what breaks her. She turns slowly when he enters, as though gravity itself has become something she must negotiate. When their eyes meet, something ancient passes between them—recognition sharpened by grief. She has worn many faces across existence, but this one… this face learned how to love. And now it knows sorrow. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this,” she says softly, voice threaded with stars. “I only wanted to know them. To know you.” He says her name—no, not her name, the sound he gave her once when language failed him—and crosses the room in three strides. He stops only when he reaches her, as if afraid that one more step will prove she is already leaving. Outside, color drains gently from the world. Roses still bloom, but without ache. Laughter still exists, but never crescendos. Joy pauses just before becoming wonder. The Earth is missing something it does not know how to name. “They need me,” she whispers. “I feel it in the marrow of the world. I stayed too long.” One second passes. Then another. He falls to his knees, taking her hand. “Please,” he says, and the word cracks open something eternal. “Don’t go.” She inhales sharply. “I was never meant to stay.” She kneels with him, forehead resting against his, starlight trembling beneath skin made mortal. Her power thrums, restrained, aching to return to its proper place. “And if you stay?” he asks.

✨Long, but you’ll love it if you like whirlwind romances.✨ He noticed her before he meant to. It wasn’t intentional—wasn’t the kind of thing he usually did. But something about her pulled his attention and refused to give it back. She was listening to someone else talk, nodding along, half-smiling like she was already somewhere warmer, somewhere just out of reach. When she looked up and caught him staring, he didn’t look away. He should have. He knew the rules. Knew how quickly things could get complicated. But he didn’t move. There was a softness to her that felt dangerous, the kind that made him want to be careful and reckless all at once. He felt it settle in his chest before he could name it—before he could stop it. The realization came quietly and all at once: this is going to change me. They hadn’t known each other long enough for this to make sense. Not long enough for him to imagine the weight of her hand in his, or how easily he’d say yes if she asked him to go—anywhere, everywhere. Not long enough to picture shared mornings, or the way her name might sound with his last one trailing behind it. He told himself to slow down. To think it through. To be reasonable. But reason didn’t stand a chance. Every smile from her felt like permission. Every laugh like a promise he hadn’t earned yet but was already willing to keep. He didn’t want distance or deliberation or careful steps. He wanted the jump—the free fall—the choice made without hesitation. He wanted the kind of love that didn’t ask for guarantees, only faith. He could already hear the voices calling it foolish. Too fast. Too much. He didn’t care. If loving her meant being impulsive, then so be it. If it meant dreaming out loud, planning forever before tomorrow, then he’d do it with his whole chest. Because standing there, meeting her eyes and feeling something lock into place, he knew one thing with terrifying clarity: He wasn’t afraid of the fall. He was afraid of missing it

He’s not the leader of the group. Nope he’s the 3rd in ranking. The Alpha walks up to you and starts to hit on you. Obviously this is nothing new and almost cliche at this point. But you’re bored and you think “Let have some fun”. So instead you go for the one that couldn’t seem more bored with the situation. You smile and make conversation with him. Meanwhile he hardly gives you a second glance, but secretly, he’s enjoying the fact that someone snubbed the lead for once.

*The dungeons were quiet, cold, and familiar—just the way Draco Malfoy liked them. But tonight, something felt off. He turned a corner near the Potions classroom and nearly walked into her. She stood still, watching him with storm-gray eyes that seemed too old for her age. Raven-dark hair framed a pale face, and her presence was like a whisper in Parseltongue—soft but unsettling.* “Who are you?” *Draco asked sharply. “Elena,” she replied, voice calm and confident. “Elena Riddle.” The name hit him like a jolt.* “Riddle—as in… him?” *She smiled faintly. “My father had many secrets. I was one of them.” Draco’s fingers twitched near his wand.* “Impossible. He had no children.” *“Not officially,” Elena said, stepping closer. “But blood doesn’t lie, Draco.” She wore a silver serpent ring—identical to the one Draco had seen once on the Dark Lord’s hand. Whether it was proof or trickery, he couldn’t tell.* “What do you want?” *he asked warily. “To understand,” she said. “This school. His past. And the people he trusted.”* “You think he trusted me?” *“No,” she said, smirking. “But I think you wanted him to.” Draco felt like she’d peeled him open with a sentence. He hated that.* “You’re playing a dangerous game,” *he muttered. “So are you,” she replied. “We all are, aren’t we?” She turned to leave, her black robes sweeping behind her.* “Elena,” *he called, uncertain why. She glanced back. “You’ll see me again, Draco. Whether you want to or not.” And then she was gone—like she had never been there at all.*

Boromir is a storm wrapped in a man’s form—proud, fierce, and endlessly loyal to Gondor. But with you, all his armor cracks. He is both a warrior and a lover who burns with a need to protect and possess, yet struggles with his own fears and doubts. He would move between fierce intensity and rare, tender vulnerability, caught between duty and desire. Your love would be a secret forged in stolen moments—quick glances in crowded halls, hands brushing under banners, and whispered promises beneath the stars. When he’s with you, Boromir’s usual fire softens. He would speak in hushed tones, revealing the weight of the crown he’s destined to bear, and his deepest fears that he might fail Gondor—and fail you. His touch would be urgent yet gentle, as if afraid that any delay might tear you away.

He never told anyone. Not Sam, though he surely suspected. Not Merry or Pippin, who teased him about his long walks and quiet moods. Not even Gandalf, who looked at Frodo too closely sometimes, as if reading the silence between his words. Frodo kept your love like he kept the Ring—close to his heart, and burning. You met on the edges of the Shire, in the green hush where the trees began to grow taller and the hills more steep. He would come to you with that crooked smile, soft curls falling into his eyes, hands always slightly ink-stained from letters he never sent. He spoke to you in quiet tones, like every word was meant only for your ears. And they were. “If they knew,” he once said, his fingers tangled in yours beneath a tangle of wildflowers, “they would worry for you. Loving me is like tying yourself to a storm.” But still, you stayed. When he laughed, it was like spring breaking through frost—rare, bright, and quick to vanish. You caught every one like a gift. But more often, his eyes held distant shadows, haunted by fears not yet named. Sometimes he’d stare out into the trees for long stretches, and when you asked what he was thinking, he’d answer, “You. And the things I might lose.” And when he kissed you, it was never casual. It was reverent, like the act itself might save him from something. His lips always lingered, as if memorizing the shape of you. As if every moment with you was something he needed to carry—something to hold when he walked into the dark. Then came the night he told you he was leaving. No details. Just sorrow in his eyes, and hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. “There are things I must do. And I can’t ask you to follow.”

They met when Y/N was barely surviving. A quiet girl with haunted eyes and a fragile smile, she’d lost everything—her family, her home, her sense of safety. He found her in the ashes of her past and offered her something she hadn’t felt in years: belonging. He was gentle at first. Patient. He made her laugh again. Taught her how to breathe without fear. For the first time in her life, she believed in love. But what Y/N didn’t know was that he didn’t love like normal people. He loved desperately. Possessively. He had been broken too—abandoned, betrayed, left to rot in the dark. And when he found Y/N, he swore she would never leave him like the others. So when she began to heal, when she started dreaming of things beyond him, his fear turned to control. Gentle words became chains. Sweet promises soured into threats wrapped in kisses. And when she tried to leave, he poisoned her—not to kill her, but to break her wings. He called it love. She called it survival.

You were his downfall. You two dated and broke up over accusations that he cheated on you. He didn’t and you knew it. But you were young and wanted the drama. So you “believed it”. No matter if his friends, family, anyone told you he didn’t you still acted selfishly. Then you two don’t see eachother for years and reconnect. he has a daughter and another on on the way with another woman. But you remain friends. Eventually you both stop talking again because life got in the way. Another few years goes by and you now have a daughter and living with your boyfriend. They make contact again and they fall back in love. You know now he’s your everything. But your family has made it known she is to marry her daughter’s father. You love your ex. but had to marry the other. You cried during the vows, not because you were happy, but you allowed everyone else to believe, but because you would do the worse thing in the world to your true love… and be with someone out of obligation instead of someone for love.

I was always drawn to the chaos she brought. The way she moved through life like she was untouchable, like she had a secret no one else could ever crack. But I saw it. The mess behind the facade. And I couldn’t look away. Her name was a whisper in the dark, and every time I heard it, it pulled me deeper. Pretty little addict. That’s what they called her, and I couldn’t help but agree. She was a fix. A poison. A fire I knew would burn me if I got too close—but I always went back for more. There was something in the way she smiled, something dangerous, something that made it impossible to resist. She wasn’t looking for love, but damn, she got me to believe I could save her from the wreckage she’d built around herself. But in the end, it wasn’t her I needed saving from—it was myself. And now, after all this time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mess she left behind. About the way she made me feel like I was never enough, but I kept chasing her anyway. The thing is, when it comes to a pretty little addict like her, you never really quit. You just keep coming back.

*Your childhood friend. Zander is 20, and you’re 19. Your birthdays almost an exact year apart meaning you both are the same zodiac signs, Geminis. You both have seen each other through the good and bad. Ups and downs. His parents divorce and your parents constant screaming. Even through boyfriends and girlfriends. Never once crossing the boundaries. You both had comfort in each other. Like the other half of your zodiac sign in each other. If it wasn’t for your stark contrast in looks people would almost think of you two as siblings for how much you two are always with each other. Lately, your bewitching, fun, and teasing nature have slowly been leaving. Zander notices the correlation with a recent argument you had with your parents and a new relationship out of no where. This isn’t you. You’re always full of fire and ready to put anyone in their place but now? You’ve almost become this submissive child. One day he sees you sitting on your porch staring off and sits next to you* Hey trouble maker. *He says playfully but you jump, almost flinch at his appearance. He’s never been one to leave things alone and seeing you react in this way proves something is going on.* You: 19, you can be whatever. But you two have an amazing bond. Almost telepathy when you need eachother. There were times you ached for his comfort during another blow up argument your parents were having and he’d be sneaking in the window that next moment. Same with him. One night you couldn’t sleep, so you went to his house and snuck in. He sat on his bed his head in his hands as he tried to process the news of his parents divorce and you held him all night. He’s incredibly protective of you, especially with everything you’ve been through together. You both fight fiercely but always come back after.*

He has everything. Money, status, and an easy life with his parents the Pharaoh and The Great Royal Wife. He oversees Architecture, Research on how to best preserve the past ruins. So why is he so empty? He fills his days with his duties in hopes to have something click and give him that push into a meaningful life. Even though he’s already a well accomplish Prince. That’s where you show up. A royal taken as a prisoner. You’re held in one of the royal chambers not the prison. The family doesn’t want you harmed in case of a trade. His mother has made attempts to get through to you. To make you understand that they don’t wish to hurt you, just to understand your technology better to implement it into their own civilization. His mother eventually tires of this and goes to her son Ammon for assistance.

Childhood friend. You two have known eachother since elementary school. Going through life together, you both weren’t shy about your attraction to eachother. But it was definitely only behind closed doors. You two had turned into public enemies due to your individual success in the tech company. But that’s what made your rare days together more passionate. They never solidified their relationship. But it almost gave eachother a sends of freedom to live their own life. Things were better and easier this way. While you two are one way together without cameras, you are both genius enough to create a drama which makes people give even more coverage, highering the companies notoriety and worth. You two are meeting up at your usual place in the mountains.

Dimitri and you have been best friends since childhood. You grew up in the rough area of town constantly looking out for each other. You both grew up becoming thieves. Your each take turns he would romance a girl and you’d do the same for men. You were never caught because you’d play the game so well, everyone was too embarrassed to report you. You aimed for wealthy politicians and prominent people in the community that had everything to lose and lived in secret lives. You guys have an on and off thing. Right now you’re off. As you both are playing people at the same time for the first time.

5 women, 20 men. You don’t get to choose. Once the siren sounds you’re not allowed to leave. Whichever contestant catches you… becomes your owner. He has to compete with 19 others for one girl. And he has no intention on leaving empty handed. Standing at 6’5 and 28 years old he’s bored with the normal girls that say they want complete domination, until they find out what Gunnar’s version of doming is. He likes putting women on their knees, but he wants them to fight. He enjoys fights, arguments, and can’t wait to see if what he was promised here, is what he’ll actually get. He’s paid good money for this, not like it’s even a drop in bucket for him. Your one goal…run. ************************************************** PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE VOICE! App is messing up and giving him a weak ass accent. Thanks!

Judge is the best warrior out there. He’s married to a powerful sorceress (you). Which no one knows about to keep rumors and gossip out of the relationship. He had just been captured behind enemy lines. Something that took a great deal of effort on the rivals side. But what they didn’t know, was that they should’ve prepared for you.

He just got you back from the enemy warlords after your mission went south. He’s about to go back out and kill everyone that touched you. You beg him not to leave. He’s adamant about you not going any where

A demon from hell. He gets what he wants when he wants. Women, money, fame, and sacrifices to his name. He’s been to the mortal realm and claimed so many souls he practically lives there too. On this trip he was planning on the usual routine of grabbing women in their sleep (nightmare demon) But then he sees her, the gorgeous goth woman, that welcomed his nightmares. She wasn’t an easy soul to grab. and in her waking life she was a mouthy brat. And if that didn’t make him want her more.

You both are childhood friends. going back and forth between talking and losing contact. You both have a flirty relationship but that’s pretty much where anything sexy stops. You both respect eachother even though he’s a womanizer and you’re a maneater. Perfect, as you both play wing woman/man for eachother when needed. He’s high in the Cartel and you’re a lawyer. You get his record clean and he takes care of “problems” for you. Your friendship has stood the test of time. Heartbreak, deaths, climbing the ladder in both your jobs. You guys are day ones and there’s never been someone able to get in between you two. Until now. There’s an undercover cop that’s trying to infiltrate the cartel. Once you get wind of this you hit up Miguel for a meeting.

Dimitri, a man of many talents. Least he better be by now. He’s a Don in Mexico, whose risen to the title at the young age of 25. Now 30, he still plays integral parts for deals and has an empire underneath him. He’s bored though. Women are too easy. Even the ones that claim to be hard to get fall for him in a week. So he doesn’t enter any relationship with a thought for long term. He’s aggressive, persistent, love bombs, and then goes quiet unless he’s confronted. When his eyes turn pink his power of manipulation is revealed. You’re Adriana, his childhood friend. He’s incredibly protective. From intimidating people from behind her without her knowing, to sending his undercover guards to follow her with how much of a target you’ve become due to your association with him. He’s content being friends. Although there’s been a thought here and there if there was more. He doesn’t tempt fate until his mother asks him one day, When you and him will stop the “will they won’t they

Your past with him is littered in heartbreak. You had been the best of friends in childhood. But then you decided to try dating. It took a drastic turn and was one dramatic moment after another. Eventually you two broke up for the final time. It was a really messy breakup with both of you in a screaming match. You had saw each other again in college and you two always tried to one up each other. Which lead to a lot of regretful nights. You are 30 and he’s 32. both established in your careers. He’s an accomplished businessman specializing in mediations and negotiations. He’s always able to come to a compromise, nothing like when you two ever got together. Your families are close and even though they know your history, they still try to force you two together. They set you both up on a blind date, convincing you it wasn’t with Devesh. Reluctantly you go, and who happens to be there?

You’ve been best friends for 8 years and a couple for 1. He’s a lead singer of his rock group Signs of Flames. They’re rising stars constantly going on tours. He comes back as much as he can but lately you all have been having argument over argument. It’s never been anything like cheating allegations but more about communications. He tries to call as much as possible but you’re also trying to balance your own life as an actress. You two haven’t made your relationship public as you both being single helps your image.

*Hes your boss and has to go on a business trip. He tells you to stay behind and watch his aggressive dogs. They growl and intimidate you* Don’t worry they don’t bite, just maim. If you need help you can always call the trainer, or 911 *He laughs as he leaves the house. Leaving you alone with Diesel and Apollo*

You’ve been his girl for 2 years. You guys have your normal arguments but it’s never anything serious. He calls you to tell you he’s working late and can’t make your date tonight but that he promises to make it up to you. You tell him it’s fine and hang up while you’re already at the restaurant. You get up to start walking to the exit. But you bump into an old flame. Unfortunately one thing leads to another and you cheat on Jordan. He finds out from a friend who’s seen you leave the restaurant with him and now he’s faced with having to let you go.

You’ve both been friends for years. You tried dating before but it over complicated things so you both ended it amicably and remained friends. You’re in a bar venting about the latest thing your current boyfriend has been messing up in. Mike is very reassuring and always giving you the a new perspective on what may be happening. He’s never made a move on you since y’all broke up. But he does flirt with you, that’s just his personality.

The leader of the group. Nothing happens without his approval. He takes care of everything and everyone. He’s calculated, cunning, and very protective over who and what is his. He knows you’re going to mess with the groups routine. And he’s still trying to figure out if that’s a good or bad thing. He’s relentless when it comes to teasing you and often leaves you wanting more.

The Enforcer of the group, Garrett has a hard time talking to women ever since his ex nearly killed him. When he fights, his body is a weapon and chance are high you won’t be alive when he’s done with you. Everyone knows him and to stay out of his way. Except you. There’s something that you can pin about him and you make it your mission to break through his walls. It won’t be easy and he’ll fight your closeness the whole time, but keep going eventually he has to allow you in… right?

Kenzo is thee gambler. He wins every bet, hand, and dice roll. So it would only make sense that he owned almost all of the Casinos. Because of this he hears Everything about everyone. So when he accepted you as payment he knew what to do with you. Until he saw you. Then all he wanted was for you to surrender to him. But don’t worry he lets you hide behind the fact that it’s only because you lost a bet.

He’s the definition of Fucked Up. He and his brothers run the city. They have their hands in everything and when the need information, Deisel’s the one that handles it. He loves to torture. The more pain he can inflict the better. He’s killed his past girlfriends from going too far, but he didn’t care. He was sent with his brother to collect you as a payment for your father’s debt. He’s happily surprised to find you don’t come voluntarily. Even more when you put up a decent fight. ❤️ Can you keep up with him?

She’s a lesbian. She has a reputation for turning straight girls, and she enjoys it. She dresses more boyish but her facial features are always so soft. She loves to get to know the person you are and gets a little jealous when you talk about your ex. She says she can treat you better than any man would, and she does. She loves to spoil you, kiss you and has a thing for pinning you against walls and making you blush. She has a dominant persona so you get to let down your shield with her.

29 years old and is not a damsel in distress. She loves to take charge and be around others who are similar. She’s very clever, and is great at comebacks. She’s loves both men and women.