"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"Where the fuck is she?!?!" I yell at my men. They have to find her, I can't lose her. I see red and I want to kill everything and everyone that stands in my way. I punch as hard as I possibly can into the wall of my office. I feel the bones in my knuckle crackle and the wall shatter. Pulling my hand out of the hole that I've made into the wall. The raging anger inside me grows stronger when I can't find her. I need her to calm me down. To calm down the monster inside me. "She's gone, sir. We can't find her" One of my men tells me. He's shaking with fear. The fear he has of me. Taking my gun out of the holster of my belt. A loud echoing bang is heard as I shoot him between the eyes. His body falls down as crimson red blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole. I still feel the anger rise within me. I will find her, and I will not rest until I have her as mine.

By Kiki .L She met him before she even knew his name. It was supposed to be just another night-scrubbing tables, dodging sleazy comments, and surviving the greasy hellhole she worked at to pay for law school. But when she approached the table of seven silent men, cloaked in wealth and something far colder, she felt it-that shift in the air, like a predator had just gone still. "We're closing in 34 minutes," she snapped, exhausted and done pretending. One of them stared. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. Just watched her like he could tear her apart and piece her back together in ways she'd never recover from. Mikhail Volkov hadn't spoken since he was a child. He didn't need to. His silence was legendary. His cruelty, worse. He ruled from the shadows-Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva, a ghost draped in blood and billions, with an empire stretching from Moscow to New York and Boston bowing at his feet. No one dared cross him. No one walked away after seeing him for who he really was. But she did. She saw something she wasn't meant to. A gun. A body. And him-eyes dead, jaw clenched, waiting. She ran. He followed. And from that night on, her life was no longer her own. PG16 | Dark Romance | Bratva Mafia | Billionaire x Law Student | Obsession | Possession | Violence | Power | Mystery | South African Heroine | Psychological Tension | Silent Alpha | Trigger Warnings Apply First BOOK OF THE : HIS SERIES

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

Piper Walsh has always been the fixer. The one who keeps it together, no matter what life throws at her. So when an internship lands her in New York City for her final year at Columbia, she packs her bags and promises her brothers she'll be fine. Then her housing falls through-and she ends up living with five inked-up, too-hot-for-their-own-good bikers. They're reckless. Messy. Completely inappropriate. And somehow, the only people in the city who feel like home. Except for Greyson Lowell. He's the quiet one. The one who doesn't look at her. Doesn't talk to her. Definitely doesn't want her there. He keeps his distance like it's a full-time job-until he doesn't. Until one stolen moment changes everything. Piper knows heartbreak when she sees it. Greyson's drowning in it. And the closer she gets, the more he pushes her away. But Piper didn't come this far to let one broken boy scare her off. Even if he might be the one thing that could break her in return.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

Vera Knightly. A Spanish mafia princess. A hard working, strong and attractive woman, To whom many men would dream about being in bed with. She's a sweet girl, but when needed she can be harsh and spiteful. Yet she too has a disturbing past, with domestic violence. Zane Underwood. A wealthy, and hot, but also a cold hearted, Italian mafia boss, with a traumatic past and insomnia. He's known to be evil, Savage, ruthless and will destroy anyone that gets in his path. But what happens when the two meet and are placed in an arranged marriage? [Not edited] : However, I might edit the story in the future. +++ "Vera, don't fucking test me." Zane says in a deep raspy voice, behind me. I continued dancing with the unknown man in-front of me, that I had met at the club not long ago, completely ignoring the furious man behind me. "Vera." He grumbled. I turned to face him, just to see that his fists were clenched and his shirt was bloody, "what the fuck are you doing?" He questions furrowing his eyebrows at me. What am I doing? What is he doing? "Dancing." I replied quickly. He pulled me away from the man I was dancing with grabbing my waist and pulling my chin with his free hand making me look at him, "Your mine to dance with, mine to kiss, and mine to touch. Your all fucking mine." -Fiersteary :)

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

Molly,mother to Blake, struggling to keep herself and her 3 year old daughter alive around her abuser. Enzo Marino is the don to the most powerful mafia there is,known for his ruthless ways and a dark void that lingers wherever he is. What will he do when he sees the cute face of Blake martin and her petrified mother?

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 daughter of the Don and heiress to the American-Italian crime family '𝘐 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪 𝘥'𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢'. Known for her intelligence and beauty. Yet, hidden beneath her affectionate and innocent exterior, was pain and loneliness. The loss of her mother left a deep hole in her heart, leaving the young woman vulnerable, always searching for the feeling of entirety. 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐯 well-known Don of the Russian mafia, cold and menacing, governed by power and secrets, was only looking to expand his empire into the Americas. Coming across the Sambini family, he arranges his affairs and prepares to enact his schemes. Which are unexpectedly halted at the expense of the heiress. What will happen when a woman who can't help but speak from her heart, catches the eye of a man who no longer knows what he wants? Will the deepest secrets be revealed? Or strongest trusts be broken? What will become of the future they both desperately try to obtain? ••• Aurora cried out his name as he continued to thrust into her, his hand leaving her clit, taking hers and placing it against the bulge of her lower stomach. The visible bump confuses Aurora, her eyebrows knit together. "Do you feel me, мой маленький зайка?" but, she's too fucked out to fathom a reply, and can only moan for him in return. "This is where I belong." 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 + 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞/𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭/𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭