When her brother betrays the most feared mafia don in the city, Elara Vane expects death. Instead, she is spared----- only to be claimed. Publicly branded as Don Alessandro Moretti's "pet," Elara becomes a living warning to the underworld: this is what happens when loyalty breaks. It is her punishment. She is paraded beside him, kept silent, adorned, owned... and used to inspire fear and obedience amongst his men. If she rebels, her family pays. If she submits, she loses herself completely, loses EVERYTHING. His three Mafia wives hate her, rival families have their eyes on her and his men would hurt her if he were to take his protection off her for even a second. Perhaps she should just run away... Right?? Unfortunately she has no such choice; Don Alessandro is as ruthless as he is confusing. He treats her gently in private, and mercilessly in public, steaming conflicting feelings and thoughts within her, and confusing her with his twisted care. As rival families plot her kidnapping and Alessandro's empire fractures under the weight of his obsession, Elara begins to understand her terrifyingly real truth. ... she is the only thing he will burn the world down to protect. The question is why? If she ever has a chance to escape, will she leave? And if she doesn't,... will she survive his obsession? ------------- A LITTLE NOTE: This book will be updated at the same time with my other book MISTAKEN FOR HIS WHORE, so... don't worry about slow updates 😏. Enjoyyyy! 😘

A wedding was meant to be safe. Instead, it became a trap. In a world where ancient customs still rule and a woman's fate is decided behind closed doors, one mistake could cost Sonya her freedom. But some men do not simply watch. They claim. And Sonya may already belong to him.

"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

She thought he was perfect, but perfect doesn't exist. Alex had never been in love. Never been kissed. Never even held a boy's hand. So when Ben (the charming, confident, older man) swept into her life, it felt like fate. He said all the right things. Made her feel special. Claimed he was keeping her safe. At first, she believed him. When he checked her phone, it was because he cared. When he told her what to wear, it was because he loved her. When he got really angry, it was her fault, wasn't it? She should've known better. Shouldn't have talked to that guy. Should've texted back faster. Should've listened to him. Then the first slap came. Then the apologies, and promises it wouldn't happen again. But it did. It kept happening. Ben doesn't love Alex. He owns her. And she's learning, slowly and painfully, that love doesn't leave bruises. Love doesn't monitor your every move. Love doesn't isolate you from your friends and family, punish you for breathing the wrong way, or force you to beg for kindness that never lasts. But by the time she sees it for what it is, she's already trapped. And Ben doesn't plan to let her go. Not without a fight. ⚠️TW⚠️Domestic Violence ⚠️TW⚠️ Sexual Assault ⚠️TW⚠️ Emotional and Mental Abuse This is copyright so if you see anyone taking my book please help a girl out and let me know. I've worked so hard on this. I recommend not reading until your 18 but I know y'all won't listen. Just be aware this book contains sensitive topics

-Te dije que volveríamos a estar juntos, princesa. Segunda parte de "Conmigo"

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

Highest Rankings 1 in #mythicalcreatures 1 in #werewolvesandvampires 2 in #pack 2 in #2018 3 in #matebond 66 in #romance Small electric sparks run down the length of my body as I look into his cold grey eyes, the moonlight illuminating them further and they flash brighter. He stands a few yards away, with his fingers clenched and his jaw set. A gentle breeze blows his dark chocolate hair off his forehead, showing his angry brows and glaring eyes. A slight shudder runs down my spine as his eyes dance down my body shamelessly. I blush thinking how I had done the same. Suddenly he takes a step forward and on instinct I take many quick steps back, putting distance between us. My heartbeat picks up, thumping louder as my blood pumps faster throughout my body. He growls lowly in warning as I take more hesitant steps away. I turn to the side when two strong arms stop me, I struggle against their holds at first until, but a chilling growl stops everything in its path. Instantly the hands let go and the two men back off. "Why are you running?" A deep voice asks, he stands directly behind me, gently caressing my arm, running his middle finger up and down twice. With my lack of response he grasps my left arm, shaking me with black filled eyes. "Why." He growls. "...t-they agreed that once they're safely back to you, that I c-could leave." My voice is quiet, I look down at the dirt embarrassed at my stuttering. He grips my arm tighter causing me to look up into his dark grey eyes. "That agreement has changed, mate."