❃ The Rich Man and His Fire Dancer ❃ "Dance for me like the bad girl you are, Nyra." Angelo circled me, stopping in front of me and looking up and down the belly dancing outfit I had on. No man has ever been this up close to me. They were forbidden. I wanted to push him away but I enjoyed the sinful sensation of his presence near mine. It made my core drip with desire. "I dance with fire, Mr Santis, you wouldn't want to get burned." Angelo chuckled darkly, the back of his fingers stroking up the curve of my side before wrapping his hand around my back, pulling me close to his face. His minty breath fanned my face and goosebumps pricked at my skin. "Aww, bambola, you have no idea how much I am burning to have you withering under me," He whispered against my neck, lightly brushing his cushioned lips against my pulse. ❃ Angelo De Santis, the most handsome young and rich bachelor with women that surround and fall to their knees to plead like angels,begging to spend a night with him. Flirt, charmer, hypnotist. These are his traits yet one woman doesn't fall for them and he wants her. Nyra Marianacci, a beautiful woman hidden in the darkest club of Manhattan. Not a stripper. Not a ballerina yet she has obtained both qualities. Innocent yet sinful. She picks at her victims, injecting her venomous poison of temptation and feeds off of the men's desire to have her, but there's a catch. They can't. They can only see her from afar. Touching her is forbidden. When these two collide at a celebration of Angelo De Santis's victory at the club, will he indulge in her temptation or will she bend the rules to dance to his tunes?

This is a Mafia story! ~Enemies to Lovers! Somebody comes into your life, and you know, that by fate, you are bound to love them; for as long as you may live; but whether or not they stay in your life, as long as one may hope, is not up to you; and you see when things get quiet, that's what scares me the most, - - - Because all I can hear are my thoughts telling me to join you, just so I can feel your touch once more.... - - - - - - Warning: violence, romance, aggression, language,death

It's amazing what the power of love can do to two people; two best friends in that matter, 19 year old Aurora Whitlock has just experienced the worst breakup from her now ex-fiancee, moving on- the hardest part, she finds herself losing control, missing the man she needed most, her best friend. 3 years ago, 20 year old Levan Armenti suddenly left the USA, moving back to Italy, leaving his beloved best friend behind without a beat in his way, or so she thinks. The world comes reigning down when he shows back up on her doorstep, no explanation, no words. She falls into the arms of a man known as her best friend. He struggles to come to terms with how in love he is with her, to realise that she isn't that sweet and innocent 16 year old she once was. • Hashtags: - #80 in Breakup 20/06/21 - #43 in Woman 14/07/21

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! Kiara Anderson, who was nothing more than a pretty face and a killer body learns that there is so much more to life than groping over her past when she meets sexy Emiliano Martinez. Emiliano is everything that is wrong for Kiara yet she needs him, and he, her. The line between lust and love blurred out rather fast. The both of them together could mean a start of something amazing or ultimate doom for both of them.

"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞." • • • | Athena Hendrix | The Spades are the second highest ranking mafia. As daughter of the mafia's leader, Athena Hendrix is nothing less than the most skilled in the mafia. She is usually sent on solo or duo missions, her father knowing she doesn't need anyone else. | Callum H. Rivers | The youngest man to ever take over a mafia, let alone the highest ranking mafia. As leader of The Prophets, Callum H. Rivers is brutal and ruthless. With his nickname "Hades," this man kills anyone who gets in his way. | The Spades Vs. The Prophets | As two of the highest ranking mafias, these rivals reek of nothing but hatred for each other. They are enemies; nothing more, nothing less. What happens when these two meet? • • • / TW: Mentions of rape, abuse, torture, violence, etc. / / mature content warning: (might not be warnings in chapters) / / TW: SELF HARM, ETC. / / slow burn: one might say it starts off as boring (slowly builds up along the way /

The assassin and the mob boss ❦ Viviana Cruz doesn't fail. She won't hesitate to kill. Under no circumstances will she surrender. In other words, she was born of this lifestyle. She refuses to disappoint her family in the redemption of her fathers name. However, when she was sent to kill the heartless Italian Don, Lorenzo Lombardi, complications arise. Inbetween lust, hatred and aggression he decides that she will be his ... even if that means making her his prisoner. ── My breathing was heavy, I struggled to steady myself with his strong body pressed against mine. "Either kiss me, or kill me, we both know you're only capable of one," I taunted. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me impossibly closer to him, his erection applying pressure on my stomach, "You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours." I bit my lip in anticipation and looked up into his mossy green eyes, "Or what?" He smirked and dripped his head next to mine, he tugged on my ear slowly as he murmured, "Don't test my patience mi amore. You don't want to play this game with me." "That's exactly what I want." ── WARNING: sexual content (18+) , adult language, violence, mature topics ── (#1 in mobleader 18/7/22 ) (#5 in creative )

𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊. 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 One of the most feared and deadly syndicates in all of Italy. Whispers of their names alone sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest criminals. But among them all, none cast a longer shadow than 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐀-the leader, the weapon, the son of the oldest Russo, and the most brutal soul in the underworld. He wasn't a monster carved from myth. He was worse-human. A man built like a god, carved by rage, and cursed with eyes like the original Gorgon. They didn't turn people to stone anymore... but they froze them just the same. An arms trafficker. A tactician. A tyrant. Medusa wasn't born from the Echoes of Olympus-he forged them with blood and fire. But he wasn't the only myth walking in flesh. She had spent a year running from her past, a year choosing every day not to end it all with a blade across her veins. She could have vanished. But instead, she reached out with bloodstained hands-back into the shadows where it all began. Her name was spoken in the underground like a curse. 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄-the black-haired goddess. Unpredictable. Unyielding. A tormentor of tormentors. And a woman with nothing left to lose. Now, both rulers of the dark are forced into a fragile alliance-two myths wrapped in flesh, carrying fire and fury in their veins. And they just happen to share the same enemy. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Strong langue - Sexual content - Violence

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬" "The bartender and the Mafia Underboss" How long can it take before the line between sex and love is blurred? NEEDS EDITING! Cover made by @ladameid <33

18+ mature content read at your own risk. "His eyes and his smile" "Her eyes and her smile" Fawn Emeric was supposed to get gardening tools from the shed, but was instead threatened by the world's most powerful and feared, injured mafia boss. In spite of that, she manages to treat his wound and he lets her live. Then a year later, while on vacation, she witnessed him commit murder, and she reported it. Lorenzo should have disposed of her, but he let her live for some strange reason. What was the strange reason behind this? Is Lorenzo capable of love? Is Fawn likely to fall in love? To find out more, read on.

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.