"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

"If you think you're going to leave me, you're sadly mistaken. You, Sasha, are mine. I thought I made that clear?" "W-What?" She asked. "Did I stutter?" Her hand reeled back in an effort to slap me but before it could reach my face I grabbed it. I pulled her closer to me. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear. "You, are, mine." I laid soft kisses down her neck and I felt her melt into me. "Calum, stop, this isn't apart of the d-deal." "The deal ended as soon as you left me sweetheart." After Calum Jones, a desperate homeless man, breaks into the house of Sasha Pierce, a multimillionaire with good style, he finds himself under her wing. Things start to get intense. Will he fall in love? Or will he terminate the agreement before the time is due?

"Daddy?" "No, he is not your da-" "Well hello, there little baby." ❀❀❀ Phoebe and her daughter Echo were an interesting pair. Always clinging to each other and whatnot. Phoebe couldn't go a day without her little Echo, and Echo couldn't go a day without her tiny mommy. Zameer was a very stern professor. It's always just been him and him alone. He loved the feeling of higher power and the cold demeanor he holds. When Phoebe is put in Zameers psychology class, the attraction cannot be denied between the two. What happens when Zameer finds out about Little Echo? Will he become the father figure that she's been missing in her life, or will he reject both Phoebe and Echo and go back to his sharp demeanor. *NO SMUT* Completed 12/14/2024

"Baba why don't du like wain?" I look at Beatrice her tiny hand in mine as we stand on the porch. The sound of the thunder in the distance and the gentle rain drops remind me of the dark days. The way my father would beat me, all the times I would stare outside my window watching the rain drops slide down the window pane, hoping the rain will stop so I can run from that horrid place, the way I would promise I would be better for my boys, for my wife, for my mafia, for me. So I ignore it, I pretend that everytime it rains, I'm fine and it's just another day but the truth is. I never got better, not really. Sure I'm happy but not healed. "Why do you want to know honeybee?" I ask trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest. "Cause you wook sad, I won't want du to be sad." I pick her up putting her on my side as she holds out the palm of her hand. Gentle rain drops falling. "Cause my dearest honeybee. Rain is sad and gloomy. No one likes rain." She looks at me her eyebrows furrowed. "But wain is nice." Why does this young girl like rain so much? Most kids are sad and whiney when it rains. Complaining about how they can't play outside but she loves rain, loves to play in it, loves to talk about it. What is her deal? "Well why do you like rain?" She looks at me a bright smile on her lips. "I wike the wain. Cause when it wains you tan look for rainbows and it's even better when it's dark tause du can look for stars." I watch as the golden sun peaks out from behind the dark grey storm clouds, bright golden rays shinning on her face. Small giggles coming from her. "And da prettiest tings are found in da dark." ~~~ (AN:) This is based in a Mafia run soceity. The levels of government are: World Leaders. Mafia. Higher class jobs. (Such as Doctors, Lawyers, Police force, etc) Then everyone else, the commners. Just a little note so you aren't completly lost.

Update: Will be published on Webnovel from now on.. ๛ In a world of books, one Tristan Kolwardt found comfort in, in his undesirable state leaving him always sick and weak for years after an incident. He knew his death was around the corner and he wished that he could have met with that strange friend once more before passing away on Christmas eve. And what awaited him in the afterlife was his former identity as the mysterious older brother of Kaspian Vor Crosseart, the hero in a book he once read. "If you can't choose then don't, just have 'em both!" ━Lores ᯓfrom tristan kolwardt to tyrespiel lor crosseart © to the owner/artist of the book cover.

Aaron is tall, has muscles and tattoos, but is the gentlest man you'll ever meet. He works in the maternity ward as a nurse; he has always loved babies and was a natural with them. His friends at the hospital often called him 'The Baby Whisperer.' When a baby girl was left in the nursery with no name and no record of who had her, he takes her home and tries to be a father figure for her. With the help of his sister, dad, and Anya, watch (or read better yet) Aaron try to take care of a newborn.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

"I won't be able to control it then, Eos. Once I'm inside you, there is no going back." He had secrets. I had mine. All was well until he returned. The dark billionaire who made himself out of nothing, the mysterious handsome man that held deep, evil secrets within himself, and the man who was well-known across the country. King I wondered who was he and what he was doing here-in a small town, in the outskirts of the country. I learned my answer when he gave me his curse and told me to live with it forever. An eternity of sadness and despair until he became my new addiction. And I became his.