When her father's shipment burns and his business collapses under a debt he can never repay, Isabella Conti learns exactly what the Marchetti family expects in return. Not money but her! Handed over as a gift to Nikolai Marchetti, the cold, controlled heir to an empire built on casinos and quiet violence, Bella plays the part of a frightened, obedient girl for everyone watching. What no one knows is that she has wanted Nikolai since the moment she first saw him, months before her father's ruin ever gave him a reason to claim her. Beneath her practiced grace and careful obedience is a girl far more calculating, and far more hungry, than anyone in that house realizes. But Nikolai is already promised to Francesca Rossi, daughter of an allied family, and his father has no intention of letting a debt girl interfere with an alliance built for power. As Bella is drawn deeper into a house that treats her as nothing more than a possession, she begins to see the cracks in the armor of a man who was never supposed to want her back. And buried underneath her father's ruin, she uncovers a betrayal that reaches straight into the family Nikolai is meant to marry into. Desire, obsession, and revenge collide as Bella and Nikolai fight for something neither of them expected to find. A war against his father. A war against the families who engineered all of it. And, quietly, a war against themselves.

Kritsada has spent his whole life doing the math on survival. After a lot of struggle, he finally landed a good job. His job was simple: move boxes, collect the paycheck, and do not get noticed. Somehow, he opens the wrong door on his very first week and meets the man he never expected. Sharp suit, tired eyes, and a cute face that does not belong to someone who yells at his staff. This encounter is about to change his life completely. Narin has spent his whole life being exactly who his father needs him to be. Heir, successor, straight, as far as anyone in his family knows. He has never once let himself indulge in his own wants, until a mover with an easy laugh, a carefully chiseled chest, and rough hands walks through the wrong door. Some doors, once opened, can no longer stay closed. Hold Me Closer is a story of two people from two different worlds, pulled together through hardships, until neither one can survive being far from the other. This is a fanfiction of JamFilm. After watching all of their BLs, I was obsessed with this ship, and that's how the story came along,

Aria Sinclair was born to lead. Daughter of the Silverwood Alpha, trained to fight since she could walk, she's spent eighteen years proving she doesn't need a wolf to be the deadliest warrior in her pack. What she's never proven is that she has one at all. Damian Blackthorn doesn't lose control. Not to his enemies, not to his court, and never, never to his wolf. As alpha of the North's most feared pack, his grip on himself is the only thing that's kept his people alive since he took the title too young and too alone. Neither of them saw the mate bond coming. One scent of her blood on a battlefield that should have ended in her death instead ends in a mark neither of them chose, binding Aria to the one wolf her pack has hunted for generations, and Damian to the daughter of the enemy that destroyed his family's name a hundred years ago. Now she's a prisoner in a pack house that wants her dead, he's engaged to a woman his pack expects him to marry, and somewhere behind them both, an old lie is waiting to come apart. One that could either burn both packs to the ground, or finally set them free. Fate doesn't ask permission. It just marks you and waits.