Leyton Rossi would go to any lengths to make sure he gets Kristina Sayson. Kristina would try anything to escape the alluring stranger who claimed to own her. But there's no escaping the devil, is there? Leyton Rossi has been stalking the unsuspecting innocent girl for years. Made sure she remained untouched. And when things got out of hands, he swooped in, leaving Kristina no chance but to submit to him. Or will she? ‼️THIS BOOK IS WRITTEN IN TAGALOG-ENGLISH‼️ ************************************* This is a fast-paced story and is NOT for the slow-burn romance girlies. This a romance book with dark themes and unconventional characters. This is not for the faint of heart. Read at your own risk. Tropes: Arranged marriage romance He fell first, he fell harder Forced Proximity No cheating Virgin FMC Morally grey MMC Completed: May 2024

22-year-old Iris Amyrah James meets 30-year-old Leonardo Sorelli on a night out with her friends. Iris is a bold, independent, and most of all rebellious girl. So when she gets dared to go flirt with the handsome devil, she doesn't hesitate. Before she even opened her mouth, Leonardo could tell that she wasn't only beautiful, but she was different. Upon meeting her, Leonardo wants more with her, but his own secrets are getting in his own way. Nothing prepared them for the turmoil they will go through. Nothing prepared them for the secrets and the lies that will shake them up. Nothing prepared them for how hard they were going to fall for each other. With the fashion designer and the mafia don caught in a storm of secrets and scandalous pasts, will they make it in the end, or will they crash and burn? MATURE 18+ 🦋Highest Rankings🦋 #1 stephenjames - 06/06/22 #2 blackauthor - 06/06/22 #2 pocauthor - 06/07/22 #1 glowprincess - 08/19/22 #1 blacklead - 07/23/22

"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don't know how much it's taking me not to bend you over and slam myself inside you." ***|***|*** Coldhearted and ruthless, Kian Fields is done with his toxic marriage. Bitter, he focuses on his multi-billionaire company, loathing all women that roam the face of the Earth. Until he meets feisty Jadesola, who goes out of her way to mock him. Stunning and hot-headed, Jadesola is on the verge of poverty---her no-good ex-fiance has made off with half of her casino's earnings--- and the only choice she has is to request financial aid from none other than her nemesis, Kian. Except that Kian has a thrilling game plan up his infuriatingly gorgeous sleeve. He's out for revenge and will only agree, if and only if she becomes his personal assistant a.k.a office slave. But Jade is a woman with a fierce backbone and it would be a cold day in hell before she dances to his wicked tunes. With sinister family secrets and chilling mysteries blowing their entangled way, it's a wonder who would tame the other and come out victorious. The game is on. EXPLICIT CONTENT. A SPIN-OFF OF WAVER, THIS IS A SLOW BURN BWWM ROMANCE NOVEL.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚n𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❝𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤❞ ■𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤#1 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞) ■𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #1 Bwwm #1 Black girl #1 Italian #2 Blackwoman #2 whiteman #2 interracial #4 Mafia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." *** Sequel to His Woman. CAN NOT be read as a standalone.

[Complete] "It's okay darling. Just let me handle it. Your legs will stop shaking in a minute" Coming out of an abusive relationship, Reid meets the light of his life and things get better. With his ex constantly in the picture, how can he move on? I don't know why I wrote this book the way I did, but credit is given to heskindaharry for the plot. I'm only uploading again because I have requests. This book is old, and the main characters can be irritating. Please be nice to me! #1 bianchi #1 Mature #1 bwwm #1 steamy

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬" | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | A contract between two powerful families. A girl that was promised to the first-born son of the King family. But she sets her eyes on 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧. And for her it felt like 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 to flirt with 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. • • •

"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?