Some fires don't burn out - they become you. Jane was born in the dust of the Nebraska Territory, baptized in violence and raised beneath the boot of the God-fearing congregation. By the time she's a woman, she's no stranger to pain - or to running. Branded a criminal, hunted across the West, she trusts no one. Especially not men with law badges and silver tongues. Until she meets him. The sheriff is steady, haunted, too good for the territory that bred him. Without realising she is the outlaw that he's tracking, he offers her shelter during a storm - nothing more. But Jane has survived by reading men like maps, and she sees it in him: desire, reined in tight. Jane stepped closer. The sheriff's walls were plastered with her crimes - wanted posters, notes, crude sketches of her own face. And now Jane stood between them and the man hunting her. He'd brought whiskey. She smiled. "Tryin' to get me drunk, Sheriff?" His chuckle was slow. "Just bein' decent." She moved closer, each step a gamble. If he saw the posters in the lamplight, he'd surely recognise her. No. She had to keep him looking at her. Only her. A button slipped free. The sheriff's jaw tightened. "You don't have to do that." "I know," she said, and closed the last inch between them. It began slow, a breath shared, a thread pulled taut - then it snapped. His mouth met hers, rough and unrelenting. There was no tenderness, only heat. Her back hit the wall, her shirt slipped, and his hands roamed like fire. She had used her body as a weapon before. But this was surrender, too - fury and need burning under her skin. Outside, the storm battered the shutters. But the real storm was here. And through it all, Jane kept her eyes on the wanted posters above the bed. Her own face stared back. Wanted: The Outlaw is a work of historical fiction that dangles religion, redemption, and extremely steamy romance on the end of the hangman's rope.

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book contains abusive and mature content. And a very toxic relationship. And Stockholm Syndrome. ONLY AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD AND INKITT SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS - A MAFIA NOVEL Helena Williams is eighteen. She's a cosmic girl who reads omens in the stars, quaintly believing in spirits and unseen forces. She doesn't know she is the last heir of the Drakon family, a dynasty feared for power that outlives empires. Drakon women are said to be like dolls, perfect, and untouchable, and Helena is no exception. She has no name worth remembering, but a face. Antonio Alessi does not believe in stars. He writes his own fate. Ruthless isn't an insult to him; it's a creed. He feeds from power, thrives on success, and is drawn first to Helena's beauty, that flawless, and porcelain face. Soon he finds out more about her bloodline, her power, her legacy. He knows exactly what she is worth. They are opposites, selfless and selfish, hidden and infamous, peace and power. Yet the cosmos is cruel. Like two poles meant for each other, their worlds collide. Helena cannot repel. She cannot run. Every road loops back to Antonio's arms. To him, she isn't a girl but power, an uncut gem to possess. He opens his arms not only to cherish her but to claim the legacy she doesn't yet know she carries. But what if the cosmos turns the tables? What if the secrets spill, and the man who worships power finds it shattered like porcelain, replaced instead with something far more dangerous: love, and endearment? Started: 01.09.2019 Completed: 26.01.2020 [EDITED] ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️ IF YOU PLAGIARISM MY WORK I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTION IF NECESSARY #1 in darkromance (28.12.2019) #1 in cruel (13.01.2020) #1 in mafia (22.02.2020) #1 in forcedlove (20.05.2020)

He was the serpent. Coiled in shadows. Poison in his veins. A name whispered in fear - Marco Costa, heir to a dead empire, and leader of something far more terrifying: The Vipers. She was the spark. Wild. Loud. Unapologetically reckless. Alana Salvatore - the mafia princess with oversized hoodies, candy-stained fingers, and a laugh that didn't belong in a world made of blood. Everyone expected her to choose the prince. The protector. The blade forged to shield her - Matteo Rivera. But she didn't. She chose the villain. The man with venomous promises and hands that both worship and destroy. He took her heart, her body, and gave her a crown of thorns in return. Now, she carries his heir - and her bloodline has been rewritten. This is not the story of rescue. This is the story of surrender. Of obsession. Of rebellion. Of a girl who fell for the devil and smiled while burning. In a world of kings and killers... She became the queen of the serpent. BOOK THREE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

He was the king. She was the one girl he was never supposed to touch. Luca Morteli built his empire with blood, bullets, and bone-deep silence. CEO by day, Mafia king by night, he rules with precision never letting emotions get in the way. But everything unravels the moment she walks into his office. Anna DeLuca. Too innocent. Too bright. And entirely off-limits. She's the daughter of his family's most loyal doctor. The baby sister of his right-hand man. A walking complication with green eyes that see too much. She doesn't belong in his world. But that won't stop him from claiming her. Even if it means breaking every rule. Even if it means dragging her into his darkness. Because once he touches her, he'll never let her go. And once she uncovers the man beneath the monster... There's no turning back. Cold hearts don't stay untouched forever. Especially not when fate wants to watch them burn.

❝ She has always dreamed of having that perfect 'home' but then found 'him' instead ❞ A home is something that she has always dreamt of, where she'd be cherished and loved. Life has been pretty difficult after she has lost her parents at the age of 11. She was a very ambitious girl with lots of dreams and fashion designing was one of them but getting married to a guy who's not her best friend, was a big no to her. And yet she found herself signing the wedding papers at 21 years to the last man she'd possibly ever like. He was the son of a politician, wanting to be a politician ultimately. After facing a trauma of losing someone so close to him, he became closed off and cold hearted. His only plan in life for his future was to be a politician like his father and nothing else. Getting married was never a part of his plans. And yet he found himself getting married at 25 years to the last woman he'd possibly look at.. He is, Abrar Shah. She is, Haya(t) Ali. And this is their story. ••• Book One in the "Let Go Series" Word Count: 59,214 Ratings: The book is intended for mature audiences. But there's no explicit description. Fade to black only. •••

#1 on the billionaire hot list (May 16) Avery Tanner's life is about to change when she saves a young man from his death. She can't stop thinking of him alone in the hospital so she continues to visit. Finally he wakes up only to discover he can't remember anything about his former life. Faced with sympathy and a jealous boyfriend, Avery decides to take this stranger in and help put the pieces together. Little did she know that she was harbouring the most dangerous, ruthless, heartless mob boss of all times. How can she escape him and does she even want too. Severo Meritta was the most dangerous man in Las Vegas. His name alone sent the most fierce men into hiding. It's well known that the Meritta's own many casinos as well as other businesses throughout Vegas. Not only do they basically run the city, they are the mob and Severo their Boss. Having recently taking the reins over from his father, he's out to make his mark. Left with memory loss after a deadly ambush and no clue as to who he is, his only friend is the girl that saved him. Eventually the ugly truth reveals itself and Severo is forced to make some decisions..... take her or leave her behind. ????warning: this is a dark romance. Intended for mature reader's.

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

*Mature content, unedited version* She was in love. Her wedding day was a dream come true. She believed that their love will last forever, until she found out that she was living a lie. Now she'll become a perfect lie. And Him, be the one who corrupt her pure soul, by revenge. Her revenge.

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