Author Succy

"Leonardo, what you're doing in this room with my husband and me on our wedding night?" "Have you ever been with two men, Isabella?" My head snapped to Leonardo so fast I heard a crack. "What?" He sat there, looking calm and composed. "Where I come from, it's pretty normal. We share our women all the time." After my husband cheated on me with his first love, my father forced me into a new marriage. My new husband turned out to be the man I had a one-night stand with the night my world came crashing down. But Alexander was different from the man I met that night. He was grumpy, didn't smile, and I think he hates me. Then I met his father. Leonardo Hayes with soft eyes, a seductive smile, and he was far too interested in me. That night, everything changed. They said I belong to them. They say I was chosen for a reason. The fine line between right and wrong was crossed multiple times. It was overlooked at first, but then everything started going wrong. Tension starts to rise, and the truth begins to unfold. What do you think I should do when I found out that both men weren't humans? That they were something that should only exist in fairytales. And what do you think I should do when my ex-husband comes back on his knees, pleading that he wants me back?

"Say it like you mean it, darling," he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, "and I might stop." My mother got remarried... and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me "stepsister. " But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It's anything but brotherly. There's something wrong with them. Something not... human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they're angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don't know what they are. But I know one thing... whatever's hunting me now, I won't survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is... part of me doesn't want to escape. Because whatever they are... I crave it. And once they claim me, there's no coming back. One more thing... All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there's one in particular... One... AUTHOR'S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It's dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, "Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt. " But if this is not, then...

"A one-year contract marriage. I know you're investigating something,"—Lena's heart sped up and she fought to keep her features blank— "and I can help you with that. In exchange, for one year, my resources will be yours. Full access. No strings attached—except the ones in the contract, of course." Lena's heart raced. A marriage proposal, but with a twist. Betrayed and burning for vengeance, Lena Santoro—now Selene Costa—enters a deadly game of love and lies with Rafe Moretti, a mafia don with secrets of his own. In Naples, where power and passion collide, their marriage of convenience becomes a battle for survival. Can they trust each other, or will betrayal tear them apart?

"You're drunk, Calista," he said even as his hands moved to her hips. A gleam entered her eyes. "So? Haven't you f*cked drunk girls before? They f*ck like a beast, let me tell you. " Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state—broken, miserable, angry at the world. But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of—a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family. Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets—dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them. Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. ––TRIGGER WARNING; s****l content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.

« Dis-le avec conviction, ma chérie », murmura-t-il d’une voix suave en se penchant vers moi pour me lécher le cou, « et je m’arrêterai peut-être. » Ma mère s’est remariée… et m’a maudite par la même occasion. Je pensais que déménager dans ce manoir serait le pire. Je me trompais. Car vivre ici, c’est vivre sous le même toit qu’eux. Les frères Varkas. Beaux. Dangereux. Possessifs. Et absolument, terriblement hors de portée. Ils m’appellent « demi-sœur ». Mais la façon dont ils me regardent ? La façon dont ils me touchent ? Ça n’a rien de fraternel. Il y a quelque chose qui cloche chez eux. Quelque chose qui n’est pas… humain. Je le sens à la façon dont leurs yeux lancent des éclairs quand ils sont en colère. À la façon dont leurs corps brûlent plus fort qu’ils ne le devraient. À la façon dont ils se déplacent, comme des prédateurs dans l’obscurité. Je ne sais pas ce qu’ils sont. Mais je sais une chose… quoi que ce soit qui me traque en ce moment, je n’y survivrai pas. Pas si je continue à les laisser m’approcher. Pas si je continue à les laisser me détruire avec leurs mains, leurs bouches, leurs mots obscènes. Je devrais m’enfuir. Je devrais me battre. Mais la vérité, c’est que… une partie de moi ne veut pas s’échapper. Parce que quoi qu’ils soient… J’en ai envie. Et une fois qu’ils m’auront réclamée, il n’y aura plus de retour en arrière. Encore une chose… Tous les trois me touchent, tous les trois me font ressentir des choses, mais il y en a un en particulier… Un… NOTE DE L’AUTEUR : Un petit avertissement avant que vous n’ouvriez ce livre : ce n’est pas une histoire d’amour mignonne. C’est sombre, rempli de fantasmes sensuels, de désirs charnels, de rêveries érotiques et de beaucoup, beaucoup de scènes osées. Alors si c’est votre genre, « Bienvenue, princesse, et assurez-vous d’attacher votre ceinture. » Mais si ce n’est pas le cas, alors…

«Dillo come se lo pensassi davvero, tesoro», mi sussurrò con voce suadente, avvicinandosi per leccarmi il collo, «e forse smetterò». Mia madre si è risposata… e nel farlo mi ha maledetta. Pensavo che trasferirmi in questa villa sarebbe stata la parte peggiore. Mi sbagliavo. Perché vivere qui significa vivere sotto lo stesso tetto con loro. I fratelli Varkas. Belli. Pericolosi. Possessivi. E assolutamente, devastantemente off-limits. Mi chiamano «sorellastra». Ma il modo in cui mi guardano? Il modo in cui mi toccano? È tutt’altro che fraterno. C’è qualcosa che non va in loro. Qualcosa di non… umano. Lo percepisco dal modo in cui i loro occhi lampeggiano quando sono arrabbiati. Dal modo in cui i loro corpi bruciano più di quanto dovrebbero. Dal modo in cui si muovono, come predatori nell’oscurità. Non so cosa siano. Ma so una cosa... qualunque cosa mi stia dando la caccia adesso, non sopravviverò. Non se continuo a lasciarli avvicinare. Non se continuo a lasciare che mi rovinino con le loro mani, le loro bocche, le loro parole sporche. Dovrei scappare. Dovrei combattere. Ma la verità è che... una parte di me non vuole fuggire. Perché qualunque cosa siano... ne ho un desiderio irrefrenabile. E una volta che mi avranno posseduta, non ci sarà più modo di tornare indietro. Un’altra cosa… Tutti e tre mi toccano, tutti e tre mi fanno provare delle sensazioni, ma ce n’è uno in particolare… Uno... NOTA DELL’AUTORE: Un avvertimento prima di aprire questo libro; non è il tipico romanzo d’amore sdolcinato. È cupo, pieno di fantasie sensuali, desideri carnali, riflessioni erotiche e tantissimo, tantissimo sesso esplicito. Quindi, se questo è il tuo genere, «Benvenuta, principessa, e assicurati di allacciarti la cintura di sicurezza». Ma se non lo è, allora...

„Sag es so, als ob du es ernst meinst, Liebling“, schnurrte er, beugte sich zu mir hinüber und leckte mir den Hals, „dann höre ich vielleicht auf.“ Meine Mutter hat wieder geheiratet … und mich dabei verflucht. Ich dachte, der Umzug in diese Villa wäre das Schlimmste daran. Ich habe mich geirrt. Denn hier zu leben bedeutet, unter einem Dach mit ihnen zu leben. Den Varkas-Brüdern. Wunderschön. Gefährlich. Besitzergreifend. Und absolut, umwerfend tabu. Sie nennen mich „Stiefschwester“. Aber die Art, wie sie mich ansehen? Die Art, wie sie mich berühren? Das ist alles andere als brüderlich. Mit ihnen stimmt etwas nicht. Etwas, das nicht … menschlich ist. Ich spüre es daran, wie ihre Augen blitzen, wenn sie wütend sind. Daran, wie ihre Körper heißer brennen, als sie sollten. Daran, wie sie sich bewegen – wie Raubtiere in der Dunkelheit. Ich weiß nicht, was sie sind. Aber eines weiß ich … was auch immer mich gerade jagt, ich werde es nicht überleben. Nicht, wenn ich sie weiterhin an mich heranlasse. Nicht, wenn ich weiterhin zulasse, dass sie mich mit ihren Händen, ihren Mündern, ihren schmutzigen Worten ruinieren. Ich sollte weglaufen. Ich sollte kämpfen. Aber die Wahrheit ist … ein Teil von mir will gar nicht fliehen. Denn was auch immer sie sind … ...sehne ich mich danach. Und sobald sie mich für sich beanspruchen, gibt es kein Zurück mehr. Noch etwas … Alle drei berühren mich, alle drei lassen mich Dinge fühlen, aber einer ist ganz besonders … Einer … ANMERKUNG DER AUTORIN: Eine faire Warnung, bevor du dieses Buch aufschlägst: Dies ist kein Buch im Stil einer süßen Liebesgeschichte. Es ist düster, voller sinnlicher Fantasien, fleischlicher Sehnsüchte, erotischer Träumereien und jeder Menge, jeder Menge Schmutz. Wenn das also dein Ding ist: „Willkommen, Prinzessin, und schnall dich gut an.“ Aber wenn nicht, dann …

«Diz isso com convicção, querida», murmurou ele, inclinando-se para a frente e lambendo-me o pescoço, «e talvez eu pare.» A minha mãe voltou a casar... e amaldiçoou-me no processo. Pensei que mudar-me para esta mansão fosse a pior parte de tudo isto. Estava enganada. Porque viver aqui significa viver sob o mesmo teto que eles. Os irmãos Varkas. Lindos. Perigosos. Possessivos. E absolutamente, devastadoramente proibidos. Chamam-me «meia-irmã». Mas a forma como olham para mim? A forma como me tocam? É tudo menos fraternal. Há algo de errado com eles. Algo que não é... humano. Consigo senti-lo na forma como os olhos deles brilham quando estão zangados. Na forma como os corpos deles ardem mais do que deviam. Na forma como se movem, como predadores na escuridão. Não sei o que eles são. Mas sei uma coisa... seja o que for que me esteja a perseguir agora, não vou sobreviver. Não se continuar a deixá-los aproximarem-se. Não se continuar a deixá-los arruinar-me com as suas mãos, as suas bocas, as suas palavras obscenas. Devia fugir. Devia lutar. Mas a verdade é que... parte de mim não quer fugir. Porque, sejam eles o que forem... Anseio por isso. E assim que me possuírem, não há volta a dar. Mais uma coisa... Os três tocam-me, os três fazem-me sentir coisas, mas há um em particular... Um... NOTA DO AUTOR: Um aviso justo antes de abrires este livro; este não é um livro do tipo romance doce. É sombrio, repleto de fantasias sensuais, desejos carnais, devaneios eróticos e muita, muita obscenidade. Portanto, se este é o teu tipo de ambiente, «Bem-vinda, princesa, e certifica-te de que usas o cinto de segurança.» Mas se não for, então...

"You're weak, broken—pathetic. No one could ever love such a thing." Ravenna was born a disgrace—wolf-less, exiled, and left for dead by her own pack. But death refused her. Rescued after a near-death incident, she awakens with untapped powers, far more dangerous than any wolf. Stolen away by Alpha Darius, a ruthless leader feared across all packs, their meeting sparks chaos: they're fated mates. Bound by a prophecy drenched in blood, Ravenna discovers her lineage holds the key to either salvation or destruction. With an ancient war on the horizon and dark forces hunting her, Ravenna must decide—embrace the unstoppable force within her or let it consume them all.

«Dilo como si lo sintieras de verdad, cariño», susurró con voz melosa, inclinándose para lamerme el cuello, «y tal vez me detenga». Mi madre se volvió a casar... y me maldijo en el proceso. Pensé que mudarme a esta mansión sería lo peor de todo. Me equivoqué. Porque vivir aquí significa vivir bajo el mismo techo que ellos. Los hermanos Varkas. Guapos. Peligrosos. Posesivos. Y absolutamente, devastadoramente prohibidos. Me llaman «hermanastra». Pero ¿la forma en que me miran? ¿La forma en que me tocan? Es todo menos fraternal. Hay algo mal con ellos. Algo que no es... humano. Lo puedo sentir en la forma en que sus ojos destellan cuando están enojados. En la forma en que sus cuerpos arden más de lo que deberían. En la forma en que se mueven, como depredadores en la oscuridad. No sé qué son. Pero sé una cosa... sea lo que sea lo que me persigue ahora, no sobreviviré. No si sigo dejándolos acercarse. No si sigo dejándolos arruinarme con sus manos, sus bocas, sus palabras obscenas. Debería huir. Debería luchar. Pero la verdad es que... una parte de mí no quiere escapar. Porque sean lo que sean... Lo ansío. Y una vez que me posean, no habrá vuelta atrás. Una cosa más... Los tres me tocan, los tres me hacen sentir cosas, pero hay uno en particular... Uno... NOTA DEL AUTOR: Una advertencia antes de que abras este libro; este no es un libro de romance dulce. Es oscuro, lleno de fantasías sensuales, deseos carnales, cavilaciones eróticas y mucho, mucho contenido explícito. Así que si este es tu tipo de ambiente, «Bienvenida, princesa, y asegúrate de abrocharte el cinturón de seguridad». Pero si no lo es, entonces...