First story in the 'Mafia' series My hand lowered in horror. I had just hit him. I just fucking hit my "husband", the fucking mafia boss. He glared at me with a passion and I knew I was gonna die, wife or not. *•*•*•*• At the age of ten Emma Russo is chosen as the future wife for thirteen year old Nikolai Ivanov, the future Russian mafia leader, without each others say. So that the Italians and Russian's could unite. They've known each other their whole life but two years before Emma's eighteenth birthday they are forbidden to see each other for unknown reasons. But exactly one week after Emma's birthday they are to be wed. Nikolai is now cold and mean. Emma is still kind and stubborn. As soon as their wed, they immediately neglect each other but they have to stay married for both family's sake. This is, Mrs. And Mr. Mafia

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

Rose has her mind set on school. Good grades. Good attendance. Not to please her parents. But to get a way from them. Her father hooked on just about anything he can get ahold of has spent every single dime that she would have got from her mothers passing. Now that he is running out of money he doesn't have any to repay very powerful men. Gang leader, Antonio Black, not someone you want to mess with. Who has the largest drug business in the United States. He has to give him his money one way or another. ------- Trying every week day until finished if I get busy I'll post 2 on the following Monday. Other wise 2 for holidays and none on weekends I take commentary and don't write too far out so if you have input I am happy to take it into text 😊 Im trying my best hope y'all like it 😊

"Even if you run away, I would search to the end of this world until I found you. Because the only place you can stay is in these arms." ****** He was ruthless. He had no weakness. He was not afraid of death. Not until he met her... Who would have thought that saving a man's life one night could change her life forever. When Megan Rose had landed in Rome, she was thrilled to start over. New life, new identity, new her. When she saved Xavier Vellutini, the head of a powerful Italian mafia, he had since been obsessed with her and she found herself slowly falling into his trap, falling in love. Yet, by a twist of fate, Xavier broke her heart, and she walked out of his life. Two years later, Xavier finally found Megan but this time she held a secret that will turn their lives upside down... REWRITING

In a world where the mafia has resurfaced to more than its former prime exists Violet. She's smart and witty and has no idea what's really been going on. Once girls are accepted into universities they're auctioned off to be sold as submissives by different gang members. It all depends on the background they come from if they'll be educated on these things. Violet had no real idea until she started her first year of university. She doesn't want to stir up a fuss, but she wasn't raised with the knowledge of these things. She was raised to remember where she came from and who she was. WARNING: Spanking, rudeness, extreme sexism, sexual content, debatable abuse will all be a part of this story.

It's 2093 and surprisingly the human race hasn't gone extinct and global warming hasn't kicked our ass yet. But there's a new rule in America. Human domination. When you are born you are assigned as a dom or sub, by the financial class you are in. Once you turn 16 you are put up for sale. Only thing I ever thought about was who would be my dom? A/N: Nothing like my last two stories!! Branching out. I loveeee comments and ideas so feel free to lmk! Probs more mature !

"yes for gods sake trust me for once...and if you can't do it my love then we are done here..."Damon screamed. "I'm sorry I won't do it the next time..."I whispered under my breath. I moved forward and kept staring at him for response. but he was quite and unaffected by my statement .I put my hands over his shoulders.."I know what I did was really awful but believe me and give me one chance"I begged. He held my face with his one hand and with the other he took control of my hands "you're getting out of hand honey . I will show you all the limits today". He pushed his lips to mine with great force sucking my lips very hard which made me moan.