Angelo Lesca. The young Capo, as they called him. He was powerful in his line of work. He kept some friends, but more girls. He wouldn't admit that his high school sweetheart, the love his life, was the reason of his cold hearted power. But then, a young girl named Mercury shows up at his apartment, during a storm, claiming to need his help. She was the girl at his door.

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

"You came here to get fucked, hm?" He almost teased, low voice sending a pang of arousal to my clenching core.

Sadie is a young woman who only wants to heal within herself after going through something so traumatic. She hopes to find someone who will want more than sex from her.

Meet Lorenzo, the cruel, handsome and capricious mafia boss who never gets attached to anyone, until he meets Clara. Meet Clara, the girl who was abandoned once. She is not looking for love, she doesn't want to belong and she doesn't want Lorenzo. Can Lorenzo make her fall in love with him? Can he uncover her secrets before she gets hurt?

Mia and King have been together for 2 years and now live together. King is the leader of one of the biggest gangs in the world. Mia is still in high school. What happens when Mia's actual family finds her and tells her the truth about her past.

One day the "mafia prince" Luke will be the Spanish Mafia leader. But for now...it's high school for him! Since Stefa and Álvaro, his parents, adopted him, he lives for only one role...being a mafia leader. But when he meets the new girl in his school he can't explain himself why his feelings go like crazy. He doesn't really like her or even know her. But since day one he has the feeling of having to protect her. She's the one person who will always suffer, who will get teased or who will just be used like a fool. She's a shy quiet girl and Luke can't stand it... So why can't he leave her alone?

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation. "Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze. "What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk. "I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them." "Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble. Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether. "Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips. His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder. Killer Commander Beast He was the commander of Gladiators. Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose. "You will be the bride of mine." "You are my enemy, my contender, the person I hate with everything....every fibre in my soul." she fumed. "Too bad then... you are the person I love with every cell in my body." *No toxic relationship*

"Then what will I get in return?" Darius closed onto her, his mouth near her ears as his palm held her both hands together stopping the angel from fleeting away like wind, she wanted to run away and he could see the mischievousness in her enchanting eyes. "I-" the girl pondered a bit and before she could form a sentence Darius handed her the ice-cream making her look at him in astonishment. "You? Yes that is all what I want." a small hiccup left the plump lips when she heard her predicament, she was still forming a sentence with that 'I' she did not meant her but.....its not a bad deal. "And you are not a crybaby....you are my pretty little Roe. Mine....do you understand that sweetheart?" Her mouth was gaped open before she gulped nodding frantically as if trying to convey her emotions so he doesn't miss on anything that she wanted to say. "Yes sir." She whispered at last. "Call me daddy." Darius froze when those words left his lips without any filter, he was going to take it back but the dark feral eyes that had carnal possessiveness incited the red haired angel who very slowly whispered. "Yes Daddy"

I pushed the bushes aside, and there sat a skinny young boy, maybe a toddler, with matted curly dark brown hair, hollow cheeks, and rags for clothes. I froze in shock until I finally found the words to say, "Hello, my name's Cleo. . . what's yours?" I spoke as softly and calmly as possible. He blinked his pretty grey eyes at me. "Mateo." . . . Imagine a half-eaten apple flies through the air and smacks you on the head. There's nobody around and no way for anyone to hide. Then, it happens again the next day and you do some searching and find a small child. Would you take him in? Help him find his parents?