What would you do if a Russian Mafia Queen came to America for marriage but by force? Well that's Scar story, from being average to becoming the Russian Mafia Queen wife. Completed ReWritten Completed May 3, 2022

Devon Raines was a fan of one night stands and pure lust. Romance was never in her future, she was done with that. She didn't even believe love existed anymore. So how does she explain how she feels about her latest one night stand? How can she explain how she smiles when she sees her and hates when other people flirt with her? How can she explain anything that's been going on since this girl wormed her way through Devon's giant walls and into her heart? How can she explain what Sara Bradock has done to her 'perfect' life?

A new recruit joins the elite mafia and instantly falls in love.... with the Mafia queen. A sexually confused, cut off woman with commitment issues and a dark secret. The past will always catch up with you at some point, don't make the mistake of keeping people close. Trauma, drama and a daunting past. Contains: ✔Mild language ✔Murder ✔Violence ✔Suicide ✔️Guns ✔️Disfunctional family Pictures aren't mine I give full credit to the owners. Story is mine and is copyrighted. THERE IS NO SMUT!! Started: 26/08/20 Finished: 06/11/20 Last edited: 28/08/21

"I was ordered to kill you." 21 year old Mavis Griffon is a stripper for the Inferno night club when one night, a woman in a silver dress walks in. Calm, deadly, and a knockout blonde. There is something alluring about her, something intoxicating in the way she pulls out her gun and aims it at Mavis with words that will change her life forever. "I was ordered to kill you." Her eyes search mine, as though she is waiting for me to scream, to run, to fight. But I only let a smirk grace my lips, and I hide my trembling hands as I say, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Nothing is good. Everything is a war now. Will Natasha fight for her gang, or go a different route.

Katlyn, a young woman in her early 20's. Taken in by the mafia years ago for a reason she didn't dare speak of... Until she met her, the bosses daughter. Warning - Contains mature language, mention of assault, sexual content. There is a warning before all of these events throughout the story. If you don't like it, stop reading. It's not hard.

She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]