Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

These are parts of the mature chapters to my story, The Dominant Demon. This contains strong sexual content! Thank you for reading xxx

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Y/n Salvatore is part of a rich family who works for the dark Lord. She goes to Hogwarts after attending Ilvermorny and it is her sixth year. Y/N makes friends with the golden trio. As her life moves on and she gets her task, she feels like she was only born to be the heir of the Salvatore's and to be used. The Salvatore's and Malfoy's have a long grudge against each other that has lasted for centuries. Yet the two secret love birds always seem to collide unexpectedly. THIS STORY GETS 🔥 SPICY 🔥 AND MATURE SO PLEASE. THIS IS A WARNING. THIS ALSO INCLUDES A BIG AMOUNT OF CURSING AND SOMETIMES, SEXUAL CONTENT SO IF YOU ARE NOT OK WITH THIS, DON'T READ! ✨UNDER EDITING!!!✨

Completed on 24/09/2018 Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.

Apollo. His name alone, simulated after the god who carved multitude numbers of eldritch music and who possessed such unimaginable beauty, induced many wars among our brethren. He is devastatingly handsome- molded by Apollo himself. With piercing eyes green as the emerald lushness masking the immensity of the forest- his domain- he effortlessly captivated us, clutching us at his mercy. They say he's ruthless, damaged beyond repair. They say he smelt like death- the countless numbers of wolves' blood spilled from his marbled hand clinging to him like a shadow of a long forgotten entity. I've been raised to fear him- to run for my life the moment we cross paths; but destiny seemed to have something planned for me. My life was handed to this sinfully beautiful specimen of a beast in exchange for my sister's life. And I'll be finding out if what the rumors says about him is true. 2014.04.27 iheartaitaii

THIS IS ONLY A SAMPLE OF THE FIRST 5 CHAPTERS. THE BOOK IS PUBLISHED ON AMAZON. eBook and paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09LGQVNGV/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= It's also available on Kindle Unlimited. The published book is edited and I've added a few things. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How can you tell who's good or bad? You start to question just that when your fiancé who you thought always treated you well suddenly shows a whole different side of himself. When the man who everyone tells you to stay away from because he's dangerous is the one who treats you well and with respect. Amelia Davies moves back to L.A. after finding out that her fiancé isn't as loving and caring as she thought. Trying to get her life back together while working the front desk at a garage, she's happy to be her own independent person. She doesn't need anything else as long as she has her peace, quiet and her books. At least that's what she thought until her former fiancé shows up and wants to bring her back. Raffaele Amoretto has never liked people. The only ones he keeps close are his most trusted men. Them he can tolerate. He doesn't talk to people more than necessary, he doesn't like to be touched, and love is something he's never experienced, even from his own parents. When he sees Amelia for the first time, that changes. Like him, she keeps to herself. She doesn't like attention, but she catches his.

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.