❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

Morgan Green used to be a normal teenage girl. She was popular, had good grades and a bright future ahead of her. She was always happy, complimenting others, putting a smile on her face that would light up the room. But it was all an act. When she got home, her schizophrenic mother would beat her senseless, and her dad wouldn't bat an eye. After a traumatic night, Morgan decided she had enough. After all, being a nice girl hasn't gotten her anywhere has it? She stopped going to school, constantly participated in street fights that ended up with her spending nights in jail cells over and over again. This went on for 3 years. She was spiraling out of control and was bound to get herself thrown in prison. Or worse. Killed. This was all until she met Asher Carson. Detective Asher Carson, to be exact. Includes ALOT of swearing and Mature themes for those who aren't comfortable with that. Contains emotional scenes and violence. You have been warned. Nov 2021 - Aug 2023

He roughly pushed me against the wall and looked me straight in my eyes as I winced at the pain that shot through my back. This guy has a bad habit of pushing me against the wall. "Do you have any idea who I am, Sweetheart?" He said slowly, in a dark husky voice. "No, and I don't give two shits about it either." I snapped, not breaking eye contact. He smirked. "You're very..." He paused, thinking of a word, with the same smirk on his lips. "I'm what?" I dared, expecting him to come up with an insult or some type of comeback so I can wipe that smirk right off his face. "...Unique." He paused again, inching his face closer. But I stopped him before he could continue. "Save it, and let that thought rot in the back of your head because I never want to hear it, or anything else out of your mouth again." I deadpanned, crossing my arms. Now it was my turn to smirk. I inched my face closer to his so that we were only centimeters apart. "I'm nothing like these other girls and I will not take any bullshit from you or anybody else." I pointed my finger straight at his chest. "You want to know why?" I whispered seductively as I trailed my finger up his chest and tugged his collar, standing on my tip toes so that I could reach his ear. "Because you simply have no effect on me." -------------------------- Amelia Johnson isn't that usual type of cliché high school girl. She stays to herself, does things a parent wouldn't be proud of, and doesn't have many friends, but only because she chooses not to. With her father in and out of jail, she is able to do what she wants, and that's exactly what she does. But this time, her father is going to prison and he wont be back for a while. She is immediately forced to live with her gradma up state. She doesn't want to do nothing but finish the rest of the school year and have a good summer, but a certain someone makes that very difficult for her.