Spooderman

At Opaline Corp, the lowest-performing employee had to eat a plate of pasta mixed with live worms. This time, Tristan Crocker lost three clients and landed dead last. To keep Tristan from feeling singled out, my wife, Wendy Kline, hit me with a nine-million-dollar performance penalty because I showed up one minute late while sick—even though I'd brought in three million in revenue. Just like that, I became the first employee in company history with negative earnings. Grinning, Tristan shoved the plate toward me. "Wendy updated the company rules last night to keep everyone in line. Anyone who's late gets penalized three times their performance. You always said mistakes deserve punishment. Now that it's your turn, you're not backing out, right?" Every eye in the room locked on me, waiting for me to lose it. Wendy quickly sent me a message: [The nine million is only on paper. It's not a real fine. With your talent, you'll earn it back in three months. Tristan's allergic to worms. If he ends up in the hospital over a punishment, it'll damage the company's reputation. And if people hear we punished an outsider, that'll look even worse.] [You're my husband. You're one of us. I love you, which is why I'm giving you the chance to show some leadership.] [Once this blows over, I'll give you an extra twenty dollars a month, okay?] When I didn't reply, she finally snapped. "Company rules apply to everyone, even the top performer. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." I nodded, unclipped my badge, and set it on the table. "Fine. I quit." I looked at her. "And while we're at it, let's get divorced."

Giovanni 'Spade' DeVille Just like his last name, he's the devil. Many fears him for he is ruthless and heartless. His heart is cold as stone. He fears no one but everybody fears him The mention of his name sends shivers through people's spine. He has no time for love, all he cares about are his business and his mafia. If you as much as cross him, you'd be dead before you get to the finish line. Like all made men his hands are stained with blood, he's no saint and he doesn't care. All that changes because of one meeting. A single meeting is all it takes to shake the very foundation of this ruthless man. Everything he believes and stands for are hanging by a thread. He begins to see things from a different perspective. And his heart which he thought was dead and long rotten, begins to beat. For one person and one person alone. Nathan Miller His to be brother in law. It's a forbidden territory for him but it's a territory he's willing to cross just to understand what it is he's feeling. It has never been heard of before Not in a million years but Giovanni would break that spell and do the impossible. Desire, lust and betrayal brews in the air in this mafia story. But love always conquers all But will the forbidden between this two conquer the underworld??

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.

When twenty-one-year-old Sasha, a medical receptionist with an unremarkable dating life, falls madly in love with her foster father, things get… complicated.

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

Half-demon witch Callie Durant wasn't evil. After six years in Hell, all she wanted was to get revenge on her father for sending her there. Getting to him was harder than she anticipated. The only way she could get close was for the Head Warlock's son, Nicholas Castillo to fall in love with her. She had to break him up with his clingy girlfriend while hiding her true nature from everyone around her. Escaping Hell didn't come without great cost and the Lords of Hell were trying to drag her back for her crime. She had to make a choice between the two sides of herself. She could have the promise of power or be with the first boy to ever love her. The roads out of Hell were paved with bad intentions.