"See how much he wants to kill me because of you? Well, I'll tell you a secret..." I let out a soft breath, something between a sigh and a moan, as his hands slid up my sides, holding me tighter against him. "You'll be the one to kill me, Nova," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his lips barely grazing my skin. "You and no one else." 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 What would you do if your boyfriend broke up with you for someone else? Even worse. She is that girl. Popular, shallow and horribly perfect. The one who makes all of your insecurities stand out. So I decided to hit him harder. The only thing that would piss him off more than seeing me with another guy would be seeing me with this guy. Because no one likes it when the enemy takes away something that used to be ours, not even when we left it behind as if it wasn't worth a penny. He hates him and it would be the perfect revenge. It really would if I didn't hate him even more. Growing up with the person you hate most in the world just because he's your brother's best friend is hard enough. Then imagine asking him to fake date you in order to make another guy jealous... Hopeless, huh? Well, consider me a hopeless cause because now, is the time for my revenge. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 This story contains mature themes and inappropriate language, not suitable for all audiences. For a full list of TWs, please go at the beginning of the book, under "author's note". Reader discretion is advised. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 Status: Completed (CURRENTLY IN EDITING) STARTED on the 8th of January 2022 & ENDED on the 26th of February 2025

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Davina Delarosa is the only female in the world to run a Mafia. Located in LA, she is feared by many, but one. Matteo. D'Angelo. Her biggest rival. His Italian Mafia was taught to fear none but one, their own. Decades of rivalry, murder, slaughter and pain. But what it is that causes them to form an alliance after all these years?

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

"I'm not gonna have sex with you baby. Not yet. Just a little fun with the help of some old toys." He smirked and then it suddenly hit me. He stole the vibrator. "You know, I would rather use an all black one but this pink one will work too. I'm going to show how to use it properly to give you the best orgasms you've ever felt. Can I?" He looks between the belt and the headboard and I realise what he wants to do. Offering my wrists to him, I smile, letting excitement override my nerves. "Promise to make me scream?" He grinned, securely tying my hands to the headboard and tugged a few times to make sure it's tight. "Always baby," *** Gabrielle Jackson lives the perfect life, that is until she's forced to marry a dangerous criminal, in order to save her family. Ryder Romano is the heir to the American Mafia, a criminal with a heart of ice that only the purest fire can set aflame too. He's ruthless, dangerous and cunning. She's sweet, kind and innocent. What will happen when a deal brokered between their families leads to these two opposite souls being forced into a marriage they both don't want? ___________________________________________ Highest ranking #2 in mafia #3 in fiancé and don #102 in romance *** Order of series: 1. Chained To Him 2. Chained To The Mafia 3.Chained Lovers 4. Chained Princess [ Can be read as a stand-alone but recommended that you read the whole series in order] - Mature sexual content - Content contains violence, torture Cover credits go to Devilishwritings

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

M A T U R E C O N T E N T - 1 8+ ------------------------- A Mafia Romance • A Slowburn Enemies to Lovers • "Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are?" Elias spoke, gasping for air as Natalia did the same. "You might have mentioned it" Natalia replied, her legs wrapping around Elias' torso and bringing his clothed erection closer to her cunt. "So fucking needy, bellissima" Elias remarked, trying to contain the groan that almost left his mouth at the contact. "Now open your legs." • 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗼; rich girl by day and secret assassin by night. Her mother, Aurelia Maldonado, owns the biggest technology company in the world, earning billions every year- but she doesn't know about Natalia. She doesn't know of Natalia's ruthless nature, insatiable hunger for death and her flawless talent for fighting. Natalia vowed to leave this life, fleeing to New York- but she didn't expect to join the Italian Mafia and be left with one final mission. To kill the heir of the Italian Mafia, the smug bastard who never fails to set Natalia's heart racing, in both murderous and lustrous ways... 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘀 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼; heir to the Italian Mafia. After the loss of his mother, Elias closed himself off from every emotion and feeling that threatens to take over him, turning into something more similar to a monster. He's merciless, cold-hearted and takes great pride in watching people suffer, especially from his own hand. Excluding his sister, Elias doesn't care for anyone but himself- but a change threatens that statement when he meets the smart-mouthed woman who happens to be living under his own roof. • Book One Of The Nightshade Series

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

❝It's okay to feel it all. It's okay to feel it half. Or nothing, nothing at all. The moon isn't always full.❞ -ventum ღ Life was an infinite ocean of unexpected, sometimes too heavy to carry on weak shoulders. After those eighteen years of existence she already knew too well the bitter taste of deception, loneliness and desertion, hence the wall she learnt to build all around her. Until someone forced themselves into her life and heart. But this love was forbidden and they both knew it. (gxg; teacherxstudent) (this needs to be deeply rewritten but i'm awfully lazy atm ahah)