E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

♛𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄♛ "You like what you see , Jaxon?" He got up and came closer to me and replied. "I like you any day, Hour and minute." He grabbed my neck and slowly and started peppering kisses down my body . I let out a low moan and he whispers in my ear- "Remember when I said I was going to make you talk..... Well I am when I fuck the shit out of you." He pushes me on the bed and says- "Spread your legs. I want to see all of you." - THIS USED TO BE CALLED BUNNY TILL I REWROTE IT. COVER MADE BY ME OF COURSE:) [MATURE CONTENT]

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019

In the attic of Jade's childhood was an old trunk, locked. And even though she couldn't pry it open, nor did she have the key, the muffled sobs coming from inside told her more than she wanted to remember. ☆ Winner of The Fiction Awards 2019 ☆ 🌼 🌼 🌼 ⚠️ Trigger Warning! ⚠️ This is not some fairytale about falling in love and living happily ever after. This story is a reflection of reality, it's about real characters facing real hardships and struggles in life. RATED M (Please read the tags for more info about the story. No cliches, I promise.) 🌼 🌼 🌼 Book published November 2017. Book cover created with Canva. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used in this story. Please note that all images and copyrights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. © All rights reserved All written works on this account are copyrighted by OopsyDaisy. Please refrain from duplicating or reproducing these books in any way, shape or form without the author's consent. Thank you.

'No matter what, Shravan would be safe.' Why? Because he was heading the mission, he was the strength of their team. They won't be able to do it without him. She won't be able to do it without him as well. Anyways. At this, he clenched his jaw, fisted his palm, which felt like the size of a beating heart, and finally set out of the celebration with an excuse. If not anybody, he did care for his officer. His captain. His Suman.

Orphic (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

We went to the same high school. We should have been friends, or at least talked to each other, but we never did. Not even one word. Years later he comes into my bookstore, and why the fuck can't I get him out of my mind?! ------------------------------ He pulls me close to him by the wrist, and I end up landing on his lap. With my back against his hard chest I feel so warm, so good. He shouldn't feel this way; he is not allowed to make me feel this way. My breath quickens it's pace and I think his does too. Turning around very slowly my eyes meet honey ones, gorgeous honey eyes. Our lips are inches apart and my mind is frozen, everything stopped functioning, and it's suddenly just him I'm aware of. He licks his lips, and I start feeling something hard under me. I start feeling him. Please kiss me, I beg you to kiss me. But he doesn't, he stays there, just looking at me, and with an arm around my waist that I feel gripping me tighter by the second. So I decide to do something about it. I slide my hand over his hard arm slowly, very slowly, and move my hips against him, trying to feel it where I want it the most. And I do, the thin material of my skirt making it easier. His jaw clenched, and his stare hardened, like telling me I shouldn't be doing that, like if telling me I'm in trouble. Good.

*Previously named Sinner's* They're both Sinner's. So horrible, yet so perfect for each other. So horribly perfect. Mara De La Riva. Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection. Her purpose in life? Seduce. Information. Eliminate. Leonardo Moretti. Heir to the Italian Mafia. An arrogant prick who gets what he wants, when he wants with no remorse. Trained since birth to inherit the mafia, he does not have time to feelings, certainly not love. When these two arch enemies worlds collide by power hungry monsters, betrayals are made, lies are spun, secrets are spilled and hatred flows through their veins. What will happen when these two are to be wed? Read to find out. Started 16/10/21 Best rankings or whatever 🧐 #1 in Mara #1 in Spanish Mafia #3 in Violence #4 in Forced Marriage #4 in Guns #5 in Mafia Princess #5 in Arranged Marriage #6 in Capo #7 in Italian #20 in Slowburn #24 in Enemies to Lovers #27 in Leonardo ⚠️Tw: blood, violence, gore, death, strong language, mentions of sexual harassment and sexual assault⚠️ Contains Dual Pov 🙃

I just wanted to have the best eighteenth birthday ever...I didn't know that I was gonna be going home with my new history teacher. StudentxTeacher romance. Mature content.

"what're you doing?" "it's a pinkie promise" Aloura laughed lightly, grabbing his bruised hand and prying his pinkie from his locked fists. Her heart almost dropping at the sight of a small tattoo on his forearm. Evil incised into his skin, with two horns resting above the words. She stared at it for a moment, before shaking her thoughts away. "Now what?" he raises and eyebrow as his eyes lock with Aloura's. "You wrap it around mine" Aloura's gaze fell back onto their hands. Elias continued to watch her, and Aloura could feel her hands tremble from the nerves. His gaze almost burnt her, but she refused to meet it. "Just like that" she grins, gesturing to their now locked pinkies. "Now the promise is sealed in." Aloura's voice begins to falter. Elias' eyes fall to Aloura's lips. She licks them, and his eyes darken. Although they'd already kissed, Aloura found her knees beginning to weaken, and the oxygen around them no longer enough for two. Aloura's eyes flicker between Elias' and they stay like that for a moment, both too scared to be the first who pulls away. "That's all?" he whispers after a moment. His eyes now remaining on her lips. Aloura swallows, but nods, not trusting her voice to speak. "You can't break it" she whispers after a moment, feeling an overwhelming urge to warn him about the consequences of breaking a pinkie promise. "Or you'll lose your pinkie." A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips as he nods gently, mentally noting to not break the promise. Because who would risk their pinkie. Elias smirked after a moment before gently pressing his lips onto Aloura's slightly ajar ones. "What was that for?" Aloura whispers as he pulls away. Elias grinned, "My way of sealing a promise" Aloura laughed a little. But Aloura doesn't believe in promises. ♡ ♡ ♡ #1 in sad #pp1 in Elias #2 in Young Adult #7 in love #12 in crime #15 in sadstory #16 in romance #25 in death