"You are mine. I am yours. We are one." **** Running away on your wedding day is inevitable, especially when the Alpha pack you were born into is notorious for abuse. After years of torment, Myra Emerson escapes on her wedding day, only to land straight in the arms of the Rogue King. [TRIGGER WARNING- talks of suicide and rape. Moments of abuse, and strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Your mental health comes first. ]

Victoria Smith had always been a shy girl, as no one really cared about her. She felt like she had no one in the world (well, except for her cat). One night, she finds that maybe that loneliness was about to end. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" -Please-, take a look at the TAGS before reading. This is a DDLG story.

Peach McCoy It's fun to dance with the devil until he drops you during a leap. At first, I'd thought this devil was none other than the Don of the Russian Bratva, Viktor Makarovich. He was hunting me down for hacking into his mafia's secret network and knowing a little too much about his little illegal fraternity. He caught me, I escaped and this was the dance I thought would get me killed but someone wants us both dead now. The beat of the music has changed and we have to dance together and not against each other if we want to find the guilty party and be alive to tell the tale. There's something about Viktor that lights a spark in me I thought was long gone. The thing is, what I wish we could have cannot happen while we move to what might be the end of our song. I'm smart and I can figure out how to hack into anything I want but for some reason... I only want to know The Code To A Don's Heart. Viktor Makarovich I was just supposed to track down a hacker. It was my way to get away from the Bratva for a while because since my dad and older brother were dead, the mafia was mine. I didn't want it. I just wanted to hunt, kill and protect under someone else's rule but... things have changed. The woman I thought I was going to kill somehow became my only accomplice. Someone wants me- us- dead and I'm sure I know who but the deeper I dig into the affairs of what is now my Bratva, the more unsure I become. The connection I feel to Peach isn't helping. For the first time in what seems like forever, I'm more focused on keeping her alive than myself. She challenges me, pushes me to my limits and being around her is more of a high than I've ever felt on a hunt. She doesn't know it but that great mind of hers, in her words, is finding The Code To A Don's Heart.

Amazing cover by @evam224 Sofia Rosa Luca is not your averaged 14 year old. She has been abused by her mother Rosa and her step dad Scar for as long as she can remember. But that all changed when one day she came home after school to see a police officer car outside her home , to find out that her mom and Scar were killed from gang related activities. She is now sent to live with not One or Two but Six older brothers. But all she could think about was all the things they could do to her, I mean there are six of them and one of her. Does she learn to trust them? Or Keep all the scars and bruises away from them? Did she come to know all the secrets they kept from her or what they do for a living ? Please read to find out and follow Sofia on her adventurous life with all its ups and downs...XOXO:) At the beginning of the book, the chapters are a bit short but I promised it got more long and interesting. Yes I know I suck at descriptions but please give the story a try.

The Alpha can't claim what he can't find- especially when she's already escaped him once. Aria is seventeen, alone, and hiding a secret even she doesn't fully understand. After losing her entire family in a brutal raid at just eight years old, she shifted into a werewolf, something no one ever prepared her for. With no pack, no guidance, and nowhere to turn, she's spent the last nine years surviving in the shadows, believing she's a freak... the only one of her kind. But everything changes when four mysterious new guys show up at her school. They seem to know who, and what, she is. Worse, Aria's unknowingly trespassing on their territory... and rogues like her aren't exactly welcome. Then again, maybe they don't want her gone after all. As the past starts to catch up with her, Aria finds herself at the center of something far more dangerous. ----

When Miguel Saldavar "accidentally" sells his sister- Emily Saldavar- to one of the most fiercest gang leaders in America. Emilio Flores. Feared by most, by most I mean Emily couldn't give a damn about him. She hates him for more than one reason. The main one? "Buying" her from her brother without his or her say in the matter. What is Emilio going to do with this disobedient girl that's supposed to be his future wife? How is Emily going to escape without getting caught and killed? ⚠️WARNING: THERE WILL BE MATURE LANGUAGE IN THIS STORY. THIS STORY IS ALSO MY FIRST STORY THAT IM ACTUALLY SERIOUS ABOUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ALSO THE MAIN CHARACTER ACTS LIKE SHE'S ON CRACK SO...⚠️

-{Published Interactive Story on Chapters! }- <3 {#6 in Romance --- 22/02/17} Romance / Fantasy ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ "You look happy." he smiles, his dark eyes darting between my own. "I am." I grab his shirt and pull him towards me for a long, passionate kiss. A kiss that made every other kiss up to this point irrelevant. In this moment, it stopped. Everything. The worries, the stress, the doubt; the world stopped moving. And in this moment, with every kiss he came back to claim from my lips, with every tighter tug I made at his silky hair, wanting him closer to me, I knew I'd never get enough of him. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿ Mikara Richards isn't your normal girl. She's had a rough childhood. And rough is an understatement for her teen years. But when she's stuck with an abusive asshole and a mysterious man comes to the rescue, she makes a deal with him to set herself free. But we all have secrets, don't we? What happens when she starts to fall for a man who has more of a "dark side" than your average mystery guy? Someone whose raw desire is enough to tear a person apart. Someone the very thought of being without hurts to imagine. Someone who's so simple, but so complex. Someone whose fiery soul is as red hot as their burning passion... Andrew de Vil. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Engaged from only childhood years. She spends the rest of her life fighting men for her dignity. He sits on the thrown and does what's best for him. Both leaders, but will they put there duties before there own marriage.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?