There are many lines in this world we shouldn't cross: the line between right and wrong, the line between ethics and morals, the line between love and hate... There are many lines that are drawn out for a reason, but they're also drawn out thin, making it impossible to not slip to the other side at least once. ------------- Hannah Hale has never been one to cross the lines. She's never desired to. When her best friend Olivia forces her to sneak into a club one night, she's already crossed the line of right and wrong. Getting caught at the wrong place at just the right time throws Hannah into a whole new world that she never knew about. A world that causes her to cross every line possible. Ace Russo is the heir to the Sicilian Mafia. He's cold, evil, and ruthless. Most importantly, he has no problem crossing the lines. When a drug deal in America goes awry, he's forced to cross the line, and border, by kidnapping a witness and holding her hostage in Sicily. The question is, should lines ever be crossed?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

*THIS STORY IS UNEDITED* "How could someone be so terrifying yet so beautiful?" "She was like a beautiful angel staring at a demon." The #1 Fontana rule is family first. The Fontanas are the number 1 largest mafia in the world. They are powerful, deadly, feared, and ruthless. Being a Fontana comes with great responsibilities and immense pressure. Gianna Fontana has been trained for the mafia from the day she was born. She's the perfect assassin and daughter. But everything changes when she meets the charming Beckham Westwood. What will happen when enemies threaten to destroy the Fontana empire? Will she choose love or family? Gianna Ludovica Fontana, the assassin. Code name, THE ANGEL. 21 years old. Virgo sun, Aquarius moon, Scorpio rising. Shy, Sweet, Good Girl, and Lovable. Beckham Pierce Westwood, the assassin. Code name, THE SHADOW. 25 years old. Gemini sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio rising. Intimidating, Sweet, Charming, and Powerful. A modern tale of star-crossed lovers. TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND ALCOHOLISM Start date: April 20 2021 End date: RANKINGS #1 in love scenes #4 in daddy issues #26 in italy #61 in powerful #77 in assassin #54 in money #71 in sex scenes #22 in femme fatale #1 in lovers to enemies #190 in slow burn #518 in fiction

"Don't raise your voice at me," He said. "Oh fuck off," I bit out. "I can fuck you," He smirked. "I'm not here to play with you, Kain. Why did you make me train?" I asked once again. "I wanted to touch you," He said as he stood up. "I was hoping to fuck you, but you seem to have learned the rules." He walked closer. "I have a husband," I said. ༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒༒ Story input Began: May 29th, 2022 Published: June 12th, 2022 Ended: July 19th, 2022

Warning: Rated R, Mature Audience Only! "He hovered over her mouth as he spoke, "Do not feel ashamed." She gasped as a tear eased out of her eye as he caressed her, "I can't resist having you." He kissed her again as unbuttoned his own shirt and gently laid on top of her, "You were made for me.. You make me feel less of a monster." " Bianca Marcose was always over looked, her evil older sister Rose made sure of that. She was always the good daughter, never spoke back, never caused trouble. Secretly she dreamed of a simple life, but when their ill mob boss father Avin needs to secure his daughters safety, everyone is shocked when he chose James Endrizzi to marry Rose and to take his place. James Endrizzi, womanizer, psychopath, handsome, fearless, heartthrob. Sounds dreamy? Not to Bianca "prude" Marcose. When James first arrives to Avins house, he is actually excited to meet Bianca, until he realizes that her sister is next in line for marriage. Since Bianca is off limits, he does what any normal man that acts like a teenager does, bullies her. He makes her life a living Hell since she is off limits. What will happen when her nature breaks his hard exterior? Thank you im_so_fab for the awesome cover art!

"Good morning and welcome to the Saints Bank, how may I help you?" "Empty all the money in the bag," "Excuse me?" "Boys now, Everybody get down!" ~~~ Wanted in over twelve states is the notorious Dragon group and their leader Savage or the human beast. He robs banks and kills without mercy. So why did he kidnap twenty two year old Angelica Daniels. Was it just for leverage or something more maybe a slight attraction? ~~~ He is an unknown man and no one knows his real name. She finds him intriguing yet frighting. He goes by the name Savage for his actions. She thinks their wouldn't be a better name suited for him. His heart was tainted long ago and he doesn't like to show emotion as they are signs of weakness. She brings out the best in him. He's wanted dead or alive. Is she willing to stay, not that she has a choice and accept his ways... Savage is a dangerous man. So now that they have meet, how will the story unfold? Is it bad to want a criminal? ~~~ He slipped off the bed and fell to his knees on the floor, and suddenly his hands went around my ankles and he drew my hips level with the edge of the bed. His hands closed around the hem of my panty. My hips bounced and I emitted a shrill shriek as the black panty was ripped off me, he buried his face between my legs. He wrapped my legs around his shoulders and licked, kissed and slobbered over my wet folds. Up and down his tongue went.The previous orgasm that had slowly subsided was building up again. He had his whole mouth over my labia. He chewed on it, sucking me deep into his mouth while his upper teeth raked across my swollen clitoris. I screamed. His gentle touch was suddenly being replaced by a maddening attack on my lower lips! He bit, sucked, and probed his tongue deep inside me, and suddenly I arched my back and shrieked repeatedly! I came violently. Long, silvery slivers of goo dangled from his chin. He grinned at me. He's a monster no! he's a Savage! EXTREME MATURE CONTENT

Dawn Shen never thought she'd see the day when her mother, Gloria, finally found real love. After all, Gloria had been married before, but this time... this time it felt different. Gloria's fiancé, Richard Dante, was everything a woman could want-rich, powerful, heir to the vast Dante fortune. He had it all, and now, it seemed, he had Gloria too. But Dawn didn't know the full story. She didn't know that Richard's eyes kept straying back to her. Her. His soon-to-be stepdaughter. Richard Dante may be the son of a devil, but when his oldest friend-Gloria-asks for his help, he can't refuse. What he doesn't expect, however, is to be forced into marrying Gloria to keep a dangerous lunatic off her trail... and to keep Dawn in his life. He never planned to be entangled with the voluptuous, intoxicating woman who so effortlessly invaded his every thought. Dawn was everything he couldn't have-her scent, her hair, her taste... if only he could have it all to himself. He wants her more than he's ever wanted anything. But there's a problem: Dawn hates him. What starts as a reluctant, unspoken bond between them turns into something darker, more sensuous, and utterly forbidden. Neither of them can fight it, and neither of them can escape the path they're on-racing toward an inevitable, uncelebrated chaos. A doom of their own making. The question now is not whether they will fall, but how far they are willing to chase the fire that threatens to consume them both. How deep are they willing to go in the name of passion, obsession, and destruction? [The Fourth Book of V-Series] A Standalone Novel. Completed.

[COMPLETED] "That wasn't very nice, was it princess?" He asked in a husky voice and I stuttered, trying to form words but failing. His lips leaned in and started to trail softly down my neck. I tried to hold in my moan as the light feeling of his lips in my skin continued until he pulled back abruptly. "Sorry princess. Not today." He finished before walking out of the room, leaving me in a daze. Madison Thompson isn't your typical 18-year-old. She attends Sea City High School in Florida and her temper and attitude always gets the better of her. But her strange encounter with school badboy and star quarterback, Noah Johnson, who has a bad past, puts her on edge as well as her little secret is slowly rising from the ashes. Seems like the typical storyline...right? She's falling, in more ways that one, and doesn't realise it, but will Noah help her see there's more to her life than what she makes it out to be? WARNING! - Contains strong language, triggering topics (i.e abuse, violence etc.)

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."