Agnola's peaceful life is changed, all in one night. The cause? An old marriage agreement between her father and his best friend Pablo King. She gets two options. The first being that she agree to marry Mateo, and the second would be to be killed by her own father... Choosing to live, she agrees to marry the Devil himself. Mateo Arlo King, a man ruthless enough to kill his own wife. At least that's what most suspect, but what's stopping him from killing her? Can an Angel turn the Devil back? Or is love sometimes...just not enough? ~Sneak Peak~ I was shot through the heart. Betrayed, back-stabbed whatever you want to call it. My hero had become the villain. The one person who kept me out of danger and made sure I was protected was the one who would bring the most danger to me... *This can't be happening....I'm dreaming right?... But I'm not dreaming..and I can't wake up because it's real...I wanna cry...my chest hurts so much, and my stomach feels like I'm gonna hurl at any moment...* With ongoing thoughts in my head I remain calm, making sure to not reveal what I truly felt..but every minute of his voice just kept ringing through my ears...but it's still loud, and CLEAR. "We promised to marry our first born son and daughter.." My own Papa had said these words...he announced to everyone in the Mafia on that fateful night...that I Agnola, Isabella Romano...would be marrying the most ruthless, cold-hearted, devil. Mateo Arlo King... The worst night of my life...led me to a murderer...and I couldn't be saved...I'd find out soon enough that I didn't need to be saved...because little did I know, that sometimes...even Devil's needed saving from Angel's...

Ciara Dagger, una camarera. Lleva una vida complicada. Desde muy joven tuvo que trabajar para salir adelante. Lo poco que tiene, lo ha conseguido con mucho esfuerzo y dedicación. Tiene que ver por su única familia, la pequeña Jessie. Poniendo toda su atención en ella. Sin importarle sus propios sueños. Dulce, decidida y temeraria. Valentino De Luca, líder de la Cosa Nostra. Nada en su vida fue planeado. Deshacerse de sus enemigos es su trabajo. No conoce la palabra amor. Ni quisiera conocer. Despiadado, vengativo y peligroso. Un encuentro casual unirá estás vidas tan diferentes. ¿Podrá triunfar el amor? HISTORIA ORIGINAL. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS © CODIGO DE REGISTRO EN SAFE CREATIVE: 2103207238653 NO PERMITO COPIAS O PLAGIOS. LIBRO 3 SERIE: IMPERFECTO.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

"You're a devil," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mix of anger and desire. Dimitrio chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, reverberating through her like a bass note in a symphony of seduction. "And aren't you this devil's heaven?," he breathed against her skin, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. She shivered, her body responding to him. "Monster," she swore at him again, the word a whisper that held no real heat. Her voice was a tremble, a soft protest that was lost in the sea of passion that surrounded them. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Call me whatever you want, as long as you come screaming my name." His voice was a dark promise, the arrogance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through her. *************** Under moon's dark veil, Princess shivers, devil grins. He takes her to wail, Hell turns heaven as night spins. The devil's heart became her throne *************** 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 of 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 When Greek mafia don Dimitrios Valentzas plans on stealing one of the mysterious Emerald in the world, he doesn't expect to take an additional souvenir - Royal Princess Nakshathra Varma. In the course of events he unleashes a deadly game of power, loyalty, and desire. Like Hades claiming Persephone, Dimitrios is drawn to Nakshathra's spirit and light, but will their forbidden love be the key to their salvation or destruction?

Libro en físico en Amazon: https://amzn.eu/d/dk2EH3N Ashley se enfrenta nuevamente al Altísimo y los Arcángeles, pero una dolorosa verdad amenaza con destruirlo todo. Amor, Pérdidas Y Mentiras convergen en una historia llena de revelaciones impactantes. ¿Podrá Luzbel encontrar la fuerza para superar los obstáculos y descubrir la verdad que oculta Ashley? *©Prohibida su copia total, parcial o cualquier tipo de adaptación* *ISBN-13‎ 979-8393954833* Iniciada: 17/04/2019

¿Quién hubiese dicho que rechazar su beso bajo el muérdago le traería tantos problemas? Socializar estaba muy lejos de sus planes; este le daba dolor de cabeza. Sin embargo, obligada por su hermana a asistir a un evento, su más grande dolor de cabeza se avecina y aquel tiene nombre propio: Kai. ¿Qué es lo interesante en todo esto? Él nunca antes había sido rechazado por una mujer hasta que aparece Piper. Ella parece no resultar intimidada por su encanto... No aún. Por supuesto, resistirse a Kai tenía fecha de caducidad. Se suponía que el muérdago era considerado una planta de paz, pero en su caso había declarado la guerra. Esta historia está escrita originalmente por mí. ❌Prohibida su adaptación y/o copia. En caso contrario, se tomarán medidas. ¡TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS! © Obra registrada en Safe Creative bajo el código 2407068512656. Historia comenzada: 24/12/2020 Historia acabada: 20/06/2021

Primer libro de la trilogía 🔥No puedo🔥 Él grabó su destino en su piel: Never. Ella grabó su pasado en el alma: Libertad. Dario Di Marco es el dueño de una Roma que no conoce el perdón. Un hombre de ojos bicolores -zafiro gélido y jade punzante- que cree que el control es la única forma de supervivencia. En su mundo de Givenchy, Bugattis y sangre, el amor es un veneno que juró no probar. Pero cuando una española insolente se planta ante su coche y le sostiene la mirada, Dario descubre que hay incendios que no se pueden sofocar con poder. Victoria Blanco huyó de Barcelona para reconstruirse ladrillo a ladrillo. No buscaba a un "ángel de las tinieblas" con hoyuelos traicioneros y manos que queman, pero tras una noche de baile, neón rojo y deseos inconfesables, se encuentra atrapada en la red del hombre más peligroso de Italia. Victoria desea entregarse, pero sus fantasmas gritan más fuerte que la pasión. Dario la quiere. Ella lo necesita. Pero en un reservado donde el placer se vuelve plomo y el pasado irrumpe sin permiso, las reglas de la mafia no sirven de nada. Él es el peligro. Ella es la única que no huye. En una ciudad donde las sombras tienen memoria, ¿podrá el deseo sobrevivir a la verdad?

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.