BROKEN PRODIGY I Following the passing of their mother, the now orphaned Di Genova siblings found themselves slowly unravelling. With a distrusting mafia empire to run and personal heartbreak to mend, all attention to the youngest Di Genova disappeared leaving the distraught six-year-old to fend for herself. After two long years of unexplained cold shoulders, cruel dismissals and general abandonment from her siblings, child prodigy Dakoda Reese Di Genova finally reached her breaking point. At the tender age of eight, she made the difficult decision to leave behind her family and Italian roots, embarking on a new journey not as the Dakoda her family knew but as the Reese they did not. Fast forward a decade, Reese had cemented her place in history. As the anonymous CEO of the biggest technology company in the world and sole Heir to the American mafia empire, she had buried the past in the same grave she had buried her heartbreak. She had moved on. Her four brothers hadn't. And it was going to take a lot more than them spewing out the same apologies she too had once offered, in order for her to forgive their everlasting betrayal.

When Anastasia and Liam Kingsley were taken, they were severely injured but not dead. The French mafia kept them in containment, in a steel room. They were tortured, starved, beat, raped, whipped. They made a plan. It took years. It was fucking worth it. - you have to read the first book, 'intrepid'. thanks for all the support ily.

Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ <3

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

They say opposites attract. But what happens when a rogue and an Alpha who both crave chaos end up being mates? It seems like Moon Goddess has made her first mistake. ______ I tilt my head, scrutinizing him. He did the same. A frown tugs on my lips. He did the same. "Copycat," I breathed out. A smile reaches his face and his eyes twinkle with curiosity. His stares bore into me as he eyes me up and down, pride swelling in his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, "Pleased to meet you, mi amor." "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, mate." ______ I'm definitely not a professional writer or any of that sort so mistakes in terms of grammar and plotholes will be inevitable

Astrid Knight was the definition of cold. Preferring to stay in shadows, she had managed to successfully avoid any life-threatening incidents. Fending for herself was hard when she was a minor, forcing her to work on the other side of the law. After an Arson gone wrong, she ended up in the home of the Italian Mafia- her supposed family. Men wanting to build their stolen relationships, a boy getting under her skin and a ghost from the past wanting to team up with her, Astrid didn't have any other choice but to go with the flow. Watch Astrid navigate her way through a mission of taking down a ghost of her past as she juggles love, family and betrayal. Not an incest . More of a romance-adventure TW: violence, swearing, mature scenes. Rewriting [29]

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché