''𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔'' | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | ''I have a boyfriend'' ''No, you don't'' his smirk was so dark and unhinged, just as his whole figure ''He is my boyfriend. One day he will be my husband as well.' ''Will he want you as bad as he does now when he finds out his innocent girl screamed my name while I was deep inside her and those lips he kiss are the same that have been chocking around my cock? '' I stayed silent as his smirk grew even bigger. ''Yeah, I don't think so either, sweetheart'' • • • BOOK 2 FROM SINFUL SERIES.

Editing -------- Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Rosie has always been independent, caring, loyal, polite, but most of all, lonely. Growing up without a family she learnt the hard way that love was most of all, a fairytale, only found in worn books and illogical movies, but that never stopped her from feeling everything so deeply, daydreaming and romanticising a life that's never truly been hers. All she's ever wanted was a little bit of love. Will moving into the busy streets of Brooklyn to get away from the loneliness she's always felt and potentially find the boring love she wants so badly be the easiest choice she ever makes? Probably, and quite possibly...the worst... Now Rosie will learn the hard way that sometimes when a 6'4ft man with piercing green eyes, the mouth of a sailor and an obviously not so alluring demeanour tells you to walk the other way, just walk the other fucking way...

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ••••• 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 has been through hell. At age six, she was kidnapped and gone through the unimaginable. After half a year she was rescued and brought back alive yet with many scars covering her body and soul. At age nineteen, she was pushed into a marriage with a man she didn't love. A man that didn't even glance her way. At age twenty-one she became a widow. A year after her marriage, her husband died in a brutal attack. Now, she is forced to marry the man she hates the most. The older brother of her deceased husband. ••••••

Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers. She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy but not when her father orders security to follow her around twenty-four seven. Forbidding her from leaving the castle, from owning a phone or choosing her own clothes. Everly is branded as untameable by the Royal Family, notable for sabotaging every security guards chance at the job. Forcing them to quit due to her erratic and uncontrollable actions. The King decides to take action, hiring an ex-SAS soldier, Grayson Fox, who served in the British Army for four years to become Everly's security guard. Grayson is tough, cold and unsympathetic. Perfect for taming the Princess into royal shape. As Everly and Grayson grow closer, spending everyday together, Grayson soon discovers the dark and sinister secrets that are hiding within the Royal Family. Everly is anything but safe. 18+

He walks closer to me, pushing me back against his desk. "I'm going to throw you down and fuck you until you scream my fucking name." His fingers slip under my dress and the heat between my legs grows, causing me to cross my legs. He pushes his knee in between my legs, separating them apart. "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk away from me again." His soft pink lips, curling into his signature smirk. - - - - - - ♡ - - - - - - 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢, the daughter of a notorious assassin and a prodigy. She is ruthless and kills without hesitation nor emotion, making her deadly. With stunning green eyes, a sculpted body and a magnificent mind she gets anything and everything she wants. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢, the leader of the most powerful and feared Italian Mafia. No one dares to question the man running the biggest mafia in the world. A man that has been raised with power, wealth and fame. With his alluring features, killer charms and a malevolent mind, he is the one to be or beat. When Lorenzo's mafia gets threatened by an upcoming- a nobady American Mafia, Lorenzo struggles to uphold his criminal empire without it crumbling to the ground. After struggling, he finally decides to ask one of his biggest enemies for help, but it's not such an easy feat because his enemy is a bigger asshole than him.

*NOT FULLY EDITED* Adelyn Laurent; the only child to the rulers of the French Mafia. Treated nothing less than a princess her whole life, she dreamt of travelling the world, escaping her father's strict gaze and starting her very own French Patisserie. That is until an arranged marriage forces her to settle and give up on her chances of freedom. Luca De Santis; the heir to the Italian Mafia. Getting everything he wanted since birth, defying him is not option, and Adelyn is no exception. Star-struck with his wife's beauty even before wed, Luca is the first person to see through her princess act, and is willing to give her the world, if only she'll accept. ---- "Don't try and fight me Adelyn" he chuckles, "you want me on your side, not your enemies' side" "Oh is that so?" I say dryly He leans closer to me, "Tesoro I can give you the moon and the stars" I turn around and meet his eyes, my voice barely a whisper; "But I don't want that" // Reached #1 in French Reached #1 in Italian Reached #1 in MentalHealth Reached #1 in PrincessTreatment Reached #1 in Alliance Reached #1 in Promise Reached #2 in Rich Reached #2 in Slowburn

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❝𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫.❞ 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 comes from New York's most powerful family as she is the Morales Mafia princess. It's no secret she's been spoiled growing up and showered with love and affection. She's seen what true love looks like, all thanks to her parents, so she knows her worth and to never settle for less. So, who's the lucky guy who understands her double life as a high school student by day and assassin by night and will steal her heart? 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 . . . 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 has always known there was to be something more between him and his sister's best friend. He comes from the same background as he's the Castillo-Italian Mafia prince and the next second in command. One night, while he and Iridessa are out, he confesses his feelings because he would've never done it if he hadn't done it then. What he wasn't expecting was for her to feel the same. It isn't long before they start dating and experiencing the perfect young and teenage love. All is well until something happens that neither person was expecting. Can they work through it together, or will it be the reason they are torn apart?

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif