(Cover by: @mayamarip0sa- thank you!) TO REWRITTEN! Mia Feather couldn't help but fall in love with one of the most biggest Mafia leaders, Vincenzo Rossi. She was kind, sweet and innocent. Too good for someone as bad as him. Vincenzo Rossi was powerful, rich and Italian. Not to mention handsome. He could twist anyone around his finger including Mia. They were both young, madly in love and soon to be married, however one day she is left broken and cheated on by him. Years later they meet again. Will Mia forgive her cold-hearted lover? Or will she leave her ex fiancé again to move on? SEQUEL: Cristiano's Craving. BETTER STORY: NEPENTHE. Unedited. First Written: March 2018

He couldn't break his gaze off me. The depths of his midnight blue eyes indulged in seeing me squirm under their cold, unforgiving gaze. He had his guards surrounding the house at all times; his face twisted into a sick grin as he tied me up. I will have no chance of getting out . . .unless he gets what his revenge based on the past. {• • •} "I'm going to give you a two minute head start. No men will be on watch. No doors will be locked. You can run and run and run. You can hide and hide and hide. It doesn't matter, Amber, I will always find you. Use these only two free minutes as a chance for hope. A chance to find your way back. . .home." He flashed me his sinister smirk as he loosened the ropes around my wrists and cut the bounds on my ankles that had been depriving my circulation. "Now," he breathed out as he opened the door in front of me and pulled me to my feet. "run." He grinned, turning his head down at the large watch displayed on his wrist. "Clock's ticking." {• • •} Amber Rain was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. She never would've guessed that a night in her town, a night at a dance club could turn her life dangerous. She didn't know it would be her last night of freedom. She didn't know she'd be paying for the crimes of someone else. Caden Moretti is a corrupted man. He is the leader of the Moretti Italian Mafia. Learning how to kill and torture those who posed as a threat to his family at such a young age has pushed him to insanity. He is obsessed with power, money, sex, and vengeance; he has been ever since his dad was murdered right in front of him for the vital secrets he was keeping. Since then, Caden has always been hell-bent on finding the killer and enacting his revenge. And, he's finally found him. Justice will be served, Using the killer's daughter as his weapon. {• • •} ⚠️Mature Content

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

"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

A cry that she had no idea would change her life forever. The scream that saved her from all of her despair. Sweet, innocent Renee Woods had no idea what was in store for her after being saved by the infamous beast himself- Maddox Knight. He's the monster of the mafia world. She's a girl with the potential to help lead him into the light in his never-ending darkness. How will things play out in a world of love, lust, deceit and murder?

Every 200 years, a virgin is sacrificed to a powerful beast, for breeding. In the previous years passed, no offspring has been produced. It is known that only the mate to the beast can give him a pup. The community always selects the outcast virgin, from intricate fear of the beast. I am Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins. [[Word count: 80,000 - 81,000 words]] Book 1 of the Dystopia Series

Stranded on a lost island.. a story of long lost best friends (now enemies) discovering a new part of their relationship. ♥️ Number 21 in Dominating ! ♥️ 🌸 number 5 in Wallflower! 🌸 This story is for ADULTS ONLY. I want to be clear about this, there are very explicit scenes. ARES. Dominating, sexy, every inch an Alpha. He had been her childhood best friend. She still wants him like she's never wanted any other man. Analise. Sweet, successful and smart. She had been his sweet and cute childhood best friend. Now she is.. still sweet, but well, not his type. His type? Sexy women with the perfect figure and face. Women that make every man throb with desire. And he is spoiled with choice, being tall dark and handsome as well as successful and rich. But What will happen when they're stranded on an island together? Will He see her in a new light when he is forced to confront his more.. basic instincts?

Alissa is 21 years old when she sees a guy who she develops a crush on, Aron. She stalks him without knowing that he is a psychopath, When she realizes how dangerous Aron is she stops, but she can't back down because Aron knows who she is. What happens when Aron returns the favor? 18+ [MATURE]

"Hush now dear" his voice echoed as the sound collided against the walls of the dingy backroom that I had called home for the past few weeks of my life *TRIGGER WARNINGS * *RAPE *SELF HARM Please don't reproduce this story unless permission is granted by writer #91 horror thriller

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.