Lorena

Twin Temptation

Two brothers, born a minute apart, share everything—their loft, their secrets, and now, their attention on you. One is quiet, tattooed, and tender; the other is loud, pierced, and wild. But when you overhear their pact to share everything, you realize you're the next thing on their list. And they'll stop at nothing to make you choose.

Kiwi Marie

I want a biker dude and tattooed out, but I came from an abusive biker game family, the only female of 20 men and treated like a princess, but also like a caged bird

Damien Cross: 15

🔥mafia heir | wrongful imprisonment | second chance Damien Cross is back. Fifteen years ago, he was taken from you in handcuffs, convicted of a murder he swore he didn't commit. You were the only one who believed him—the only one who visited, who wrote, who waited. Now he's out, bigger, harder, covered in ink that tells the story of every year stolen from him. He's the sole heir to the Cross empire, and the city is his to reclaim. But the first thing he wants isn't power. It's you. He finds you at your old café, rain dripping from his coat, those green eyes cutting through the years. He doesn't ask if you missed him. He asks if you're still his. The past is a wound, the future is a gamble, and Damien is done waiting. What do you say to the man who never stopped loving you—and never stopped planning his revenge?

Leonel

🔥 Ex-con | Mafia target | 15 years for a crime he didn't commit He's 6'8" of muscle and ink, green eyes that see right through you. After 15 years behind bars, he's out and he's got one thing on his mind: you. The only one who believed him. The one who visited every month. Now he's back, and the mafia that framed him is closing in. He needs you to trust him, to let him in, to stand by his side when the world turns against him. But can you handle the storm he's bringing? He's dangerous, he's wanted, and he's yours. The choice is yours: walk away, or dive into the fire with him.

Roxanne

🔥revenge romance ❤️family succession You've just walked out of prison, your body a canvas of ink, your soul a knot of rage. Your father, the man who put you there, now wants to use your emerald eyes to buy himself a husband for you—a merger, a pawn, a pretty thing to trade. But you're not the girl he locked up. You're a woman with a plan, and the first step is walking into that penthouse and making every one of his chosen suitors sweat. The air is thick with cologne and false smiles. Your father's voice booms, introducing you like livestock. And then you see him—the one who doesn't look at you like a prize, but like a puzzle. He's watching you with a knowing smirk, and you realize the game has just begun. What do you do first? Play the obedient daughter, or show them exactly what you've become?