Mafia. It was a word Marina Baracada grew up associating with, but left when she entered the college world of UC Berkley. She was living a normal life for the first three years of college and on her way to graduating early with friends to support her along the way. But with the mafia comes obligations, and hers lay with the act of becoming the upcoming leader. Kyle Bleu was the epitome of a sexy bad boy. Frat star, heart-breaker, and street racer. His future has already been determined for him by the people he calls parents, where he will be forced back into a past he's not proud of. When the two world's (almost literally) collide one more fateful morning, there is a change for the both of them. The two opposites become more than people with similar pasts and scarred minds; but people filled with lust and affection, leading to an undeniable love. Will the two stick by one another when their future's become a reality; or will the relationship become nothing more than a distant memory in the passionate battle of power and love, ending in more than broken hearts? --- There is in excerpt from this story in the first section you go into and it is between Kyle and Marina, I would put it here but it's too long so don't forget to read that! I have no connections to the college or anything, this is a made up story, all rights reserved to the owners or producers of anything in here that is not mine. Also, this story's rights belong to me and only me so please do not attempt to plagiarize. THIS CONTATINS STRONG LANGUANGE, SEXUAL REFERENCES, DRUG AND ALCOHOL REFERENCES, AND VIOLENCE I suggest for you to be 14+ and if you are younger I would appreciate it if you did not read this story because of the graphics. It has chapters on private for a reason Prodigies;)

"Nowhere is safe, you know?" Foster homes, orphanages, replacement homes, you name it, Georgia Monroe has never fit in anywhere. From a young age, she has only known that running away and constantly losing track of those that are supposed to care for her, is a way of survival. A way to escape. She hardly knows her real name, as people are constantly trying to change it, whilst all she wants to do is fit in. It's like she knows that she has a real family out there, no matter how many times people try to tell her that they either didn't want her, before explaining all the reasons why no one would want her, or that they all died, and she will never know them. For years, Georgia has tried to decipher the difference between words thrown at her in rage and due to alcohol, but as the years go by, it is harder to see the difference. It's harder not to believe the words. The words of her family not wanting her and that they may be dead, probably as a result of her sake. All she wants, is a pair of safe arms that will take the stress of her shoulders, for a little while. Only, she doesn't know how great of a deal she is asking of those that are her family. She will never understand the depth of the work that her real family has been intertwined, and maybe not living with them, has kept her alive. Has made her a stronger person than she would have been if she had grown up with them from the beginning. Georgia, though it may feel like to her, isn't the only one that has suffered. Though her brothers home may be idealistic and fit for a king and queen in her eyes, it is far from it. Behind all the luxury and money spilling from the walls, it hadn't been like that their entire lives. It wasn't easy to attain such wealth without risking a few lives here and there, including Georgia's, their sister. __________________________________________________________________ Started: 11.10.21 Finished: 21.08.22 Rewritten: 17.08.25 -

MATURE CONTENT 18+ What happens when Novalies dad goes to Emilio, Don of the most powerful mafia asking for a loan, one that he is not able to pay back in time. Novalie Veloski had two loving parents until her mom left them to start her own life causing Novalies dad to spiral out of control. "Please don't let them take me.." I pleaded, hoping he would care praying he would do something, anything. "You'll finally be put to good use, you slut." I stared at him in pure shock. Aren't fathers supposed to protect their children? That was the last thing I heard before everything went black. Will Novalie be able to survive the Don of the Italian mafia or will it bring her nothing but death and sorrow? TW: Abuse, sexual assault, self-harm, suicidal thoughts ‼️‼️I WILL BE UPLOADING EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY‼️‼️ Started: 10-14-21 End:

After 3 years of not seeing each other, one thinking the other is dead while the other one is slowly giving up, will they meet again? Malia: I let out a scoff as I thought about it. Love sick, yes definitely love sick. I was stupid to think it would last, we would last. I think a part of me two years ago wanted this to be one sick dream I would soon awaken to while Ace's arms were sprawled around me. But now thinking about it I want to let out a laugh. What a stupid girl I was. Ace: Giving my head a little shake I had resumed back to reality. Looking through my loose strands of hair my eyes landed on the girl that a couple of seconds ago was Malia. Now that once beautiful face was replaced with one ugly, clearly made all of plastic, a girl with black hair not with brown, those once beautiful brown eyes were replaced with a hazel, and that once beautiful soul was replaced with a snotty brat.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 and the desire was unimaginable. With just 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, the desire turned into a sweet obsession. All of a sudden, everything changed. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. There was only 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 on her finger, but a 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 was hiding behind it. 𝐒𝐡𝐞. His sweet insanity 𝐇𝐞. Her forbidden boss. 𝐒𝐡𝐞. His darling wife. 𝐇𝐞. Her hateful husband. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ring overflowing with forbidden lusts. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 fake proposal and the whole world stops. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 fake marriage and the passion is stronger than ever. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 far will they go to fulfil a single wish? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 far are they willing to go for each other? Will, it all be pure 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 or will there be more to it?

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

------- "fuck you!" I yell "shut up," he says slowly. "Shut up? what the fuck do you mean shut up, we're in the middle of an argument and you're telling me to shut up" I yelled again at this point, my throat hurt and my voice was raspy. "Arya shut the fuck up right now or I'm going to shut it for you,'' he spoke dangerously slow. His voice was in a tone he's never spoken before, and it scared me, my elbows tense as I heard his heavy breathing. I hoped he did not sense how he affected me, how every touch and kiss or word sends a weird reaction to my core, but I couldn't back down, not now. I stood up straight. "fuck yo-" I tried to say but I was cut off by his lips smashed to mine. Sex scenes⚠️ Strong language ⚠️ Self-harm⚠️

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

18+ mature content read at your own risk. "His eyes and his smile" "Her eyes and her smile" Fawn Emeric was supposed to get gardening tools from the shed, but was instead threatened by the world's most powerful and feared, injured mafia boss. In spite of that, she manages to treat his wound and he lets her live. Then a year later, while on vacation, she witnessed him commit murder, and she reported it. Lorenzo should have disposed of her, but he let her live for some strange reason. What was the strange reason behind this? Is Lorenzo capable of love? Is Fawn likely to fall in love? To find out more, read on.