"I'm going to let go and your not going to scream or try to run, you understand?" He said, his voice was deep and he sounded dangerous I knew I had to listen to him I didn't want to speak so I simply just nodded yes. "Answer in words Ellie" he commands as he slightly removed his hand from my mouth "H-how do y-you k-know my n-name?" I asked, it came out more as a whisper and I'm surprised he heard it "I know lots of things" he said...... The description is not that great but please give my story a chance Also I don't own any of the photos in this story!!! This story had some curse words but nothing too severe!

Chanel Blanchett was a rich and snobby girl, she had it all, popular in high school with a perfect life and family, or so she thought. She was innocent behind her family's business but, was clueless as to what happens behind her mansions walls. All she wanted was ice cream from the grocery store downtown after finding out a horrible secret her father had been keeping from her. What she didn't expect was to witness a man at gun point, flaying from the scene in a panic manner. She'd been caught and kidnapped by the most feared gang leader, Giovanni De Luca. That's not the worst part . . . she'd lost all the ice cream she'd bought. • "My moms crazy enough to name me after a luxury company . . . I'm pretty sure I can handle a crazy criminal," I scoffed at him. This guys got some nerves. He grabbed me and dragged me towards his car. There was no way I would allow him to kidnap me. "Who do you think you are? You can't just kidnap me! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?" I shouted at him. Thrashing in his strong grip, tears staring my cheeks. He was attractive, but that was the least of my worries. He made me drop my ice cream. I knew I should've just stayed at home and forgot about my annual Sunday Sundae. I was stuck in a difficult situation with a man who just killed someone, a human being. He could kill me without hesitation. I was also stuck in a trunk . . . of a Maserati car . . . with a psychotic gang leader from Italy. #1 in italy 10/28/20 #1 in loss 11/08/20 #1 in darkromance 11/22/20 #1 in sexualassault 02/13/21 #1 in mafiadon 04/10/21 #2 in money 11/08/20 #2 in teen 12/20/20 #2 in fear 04/10/21 #2 in broken 05/24/21 #3 in badboy 02/14/21 Book 1 of the Mafia Princess series. WARNING: CRINGE WRITING started 05/03/20 finished 04/08/21

The corridor was silent. Too silent. She glanced over her shoulder and ran. Her footsteps echoed against the marble floor as she gathered her dress and hurried down the dimly lit hallway. She knew he was behind her. She could feel it. "Stop." His voice stopped her for half a second. Deep. Calm. Certain. She ran faster. A faint laugh followed from somewhere behind her. "You really think you can outrun me, princess?" She didn't answer. She turned the corner, hoping to lose him, but the moment she looked ahead, her heart dropped. He was already there. Leaning against the doorway. Waiting. She stopped so abruptly that she nearly stumbled. His eyes met hers. "You're getting predictable." She backed away. "Move." He straightened. "No." "Zayan." "Duaa." For a moment, neither moved. Then she turned and ran again. This time, he followed. Not rushing. Not panicking. He didn't need to. He knew the house better than she did. And eventually, when Duaa reached the end of the corridor, there was nowhere left to go. She turned around. Zayan stood several steps away, breathing steadily. "You're the hunter," she whispered. His expression hardened. "And you're the prey?" She lifted her chin. "Only in your imagination." Something almost like amusement flickered across his face. "Good." He took one step forward. "Because I don't want someone who gives up easily." Duaa's eyes narrowed. "You're unbelievably arrogant." "And you're unbelievably stubborn." "I hate you." His expression changed, becoming quieter. "Then keep running." She stared at him. He stepped aside, leaving the corridor open. "Go." Duaa hesitated. Then she ran. And behind her, Zayan smiled faintly before following. The game wasn't over. It had barely begun. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs.""

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes with dubious/no consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Full Disclosure: Stuck 1 is a completed but Stuck 2 is abandoned work Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

"Say it again for me, love, 'You belong to me.'" "I-I belong t-to y-you" He whipped out a belt which made me scream in pain. "Don't you dare stutter, or you'll regret every syllable." I immediately nodded "You're my property." "I'm your property," I replied in a low, raspy voice while controlling my tears. "You're mine and only mine." "I'm yours and only yours." He smirked, closing the distance between us. "Good girl," he said, pulling me closer to his unyielding chest. "I don't like hitting you. Why do you do this huh?" I sobbed into his chest as he wiped away my tears and shook his head, caressing my wet cheeks with a voice filled with sad guilt. "But since you've made me angry. There has to be a punishment, so you don't repeat." "All I asked for was your loyalty, completely and utterly," he glared at me and his emotions shifted. He squeezed my cheek into a pout. Our noses touched as he spoke through clenched teeth. "I want you obsessin' over me. Drop to your knees, and offer your prayers to our everlasting god-me. Pray, and I'll make sure your dreams, wishes, and life are taken care of. Don't be scared, love, 'cause I love you and we're destined for each other." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 in Escape 8th August 2024 #1 in Reynolds 8th August 2024 #1 in Wedding 28th September 2024 #1 in Dark 22nd October 2024 #2 in Freedom 6th December 2024 #1 in Zephyr 18th May 2025 #1 in Obsessivecompulsivedisorder 18th May 2025 #2 in Abuse 5th July 2025

He's the Devil of Milan. She hacked her way into his empire. Now he owns her silence maybe even her soul. Sienna Gonzales never meant to trespass into a criminal's digital vault. But one wrong code and she's dragged into the bloodstained world of Enzo Alvarez the most feared mafia boss . He should have ended her. Instead, he watches her. Protects her. Obsesses over her. Now she's locked in his estate, working for the man everyone calls a monster... while he unravels every piece of her past and rebuilds her future in his image. But some devils don't want redemption. They want possession. "You don't run from me, Angel. You stay. Even if it kills us both." Dark. Addictive. Obsessive.

They should never have met. Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld. But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't deny the pull they felt towards the other. They thought they could make it casual, to take comfort in the other's bodies and then walk away. But any hope of that ended when the strip turned blue and if he knows anything about his world; once you're in it there is no leaving.

Daisy Brooks never had an easy life. The tragic death of her mother shattered her world and left behind a huge void. Her alcoholic father filled her days with constant fear and torment. After years of abuse, she finally got the courage to pack her bags and leave her past behind her. Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, Dominic Valentino commanded a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of men and ignited desire in women. As the Don of the notorious Italian Mafia, he ruled the criminal underworld with an iron fist, his name whispered in hushed tones. His power was unquestionable, and he showed no mercy to those who crossed his path, with one exception, his little sister Lily. Fate intervened, and Daisy crossed paths with the notorious Dominic Valentino. They both come from completely different worlds. How will their entangled lives unravel?