• Roxie is running away from her past with her seven year old daughter. After moving to a new city, she ends up meeting Damon, the Boss of the American Italian Mafia. Will he help her escape her troubled past or bring more trouble to her future? * Book One In The Mafia Series * ________________________________________ Started - November 14, 2019 Completed - March 3, 2021

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

"Kiss me" she whispered "I can't do that" "Why not" she asked, her brows furrowed as she looked at me. I could almost laugh at how cute she looked "Because, you're supposed to kiss me first" ---------------------------------------------- Characters are continued from Daughter of Lucifer, please read DOL before starting this because you'll be highly confused

"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

Jayda is a meek young lady. Never says much, and doesn't stand out in a group-at least in her opinion. She's a people pleaser, and hates to see others upset. She'll do anything to put a smile or at least get them in a better mood. Jayda has never truly learned how to say no, to anybody. So what happens when she meets Ethan Anderson. A narcissistic ruthless man. Who could careless about anyone else feelings. What will happens when this dominating man meets the perfect submissive? Let's just say this heartless beast may just me tamed by the soft spoken angel.

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺ed 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. Book one of New York Series (does not need to be read as a series) **** Carlos placed his head next to mine and whispered in my ear. "Who do you belong to slut?" I moaned breathlessly when he entered his finger in my entrance a little but not the whole way. He squeezed my neck again. "You daddy. I b-belong to you daddy." Carlos smirked. "Good girl. Now you will look into the mirror while I fingerfuck you senseless. You will see how much of a desperate slut you are for me. How pathetic and needy your are for Daddy. You will be begging and crying before you cum. You will be screaming and pleading with me to let you cum. You will lose any support in your legs before you cum. Be a good girl and stand still and maybe just maybe you'll be granted the pleasure of a orgasm tonight." He shoved two fingers into me suddenly. I screamed and moaned at the same time. **** She was a innocent naive girl who had been protected and sheltered since an accident when she was young. He was a possessive and dominant boy who preferred to keep to himself than talk to people who didn't matter to him. Most Impressive Rankings #4 badboy #1 daddy #1 possessive #43 romance #12 soft #1 angle #1 innocent #1 naive #1 complete #6 love #1 lavender #4 sensitive Cover by @meesha_lora

"Welcome to your own personal hell darling," that's what she said, but did she believe it? Mastered to manipulate, finding a way back to normality was what she trying, but she got him instead, trying to leave her past behind, striving to believe, to trust, to love again. She was the main character of his story, she was his Shana. "Try not to burn yourself in there," that's what he replied with, he was the redemption she craved, and for him, she was the love he couldn't sacrifice, she brought a war along with her, daring him to step close, daring him to touch her and reimburse for it. But the second he settled his eyes on her, he knew he was ruined, he was her idyll. He was her Xavier. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• But what happens when the devil side of both interacts first? "No." "Yes," I whispered, his lips tingling mine, eyes blazing even more at my defiance, with both outrage and yearning. "There will be consequences," he whispered back, moving his lips and gently grazing the sweet spot he found with patience, I shuddered as I tilted my neck for him unpretentiously. "Do I look like I care?" My voice was no more than a murmur when I tugged his hair to separate us, our lips brushing each other as I smirked at him and finally settled a soft kiss on his lips. And when I slowly unraveled "I gave you something to handle while I go on my date, I consent you to imagine me while jerking off, darling," I knew, I knew that I was f*cked when I was abruptly pushed stomach first into the counter, his hand clasping my neck to keep any possibility of my moments to himself, I knew I was going to be f*cked, literally. #2 in pure soul 27-12-2020 #1 onenightstand 7-03-2021 #1 culture 20-06-2021 #1 interracial 29-11-2021 #7 drama 7-07-2021 #9 hate 7-07-2021 #4 love-hate relationship 10-11-2021 #2 possessive 9-01-2022 #3 busines

"There's this whole school of delinquents here and yet you still manage to piss me off the most." "I like you too, you idiot." SECOND BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES