"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️

A rude white introverted musician + a kind black charismatic cheerleader = love, lust, mistakes, regret, trust, and a heartbroken baby brother.

Ezra Grant was able to get any girl he wanted with just a charming smile and a light twinkle of sky blue eyes. He could intimidate anyone with his large stature and fearsome aura. However, he wasn't like most hot guys; he only pictures himself with one girl since the day he knew what the word 'love' meant... and the feeling only gets stronger everyday he's with her. Frankie Allen is 'her.' The quiet girl who has a harder time making friends with her indecisive tendencies and being slightly introverted. But if you ever got the chance to get to know her, you'd wish you'd only met her sooner because she's the most trusted, kindest, and beautiful person you could ever meet. That's who Ezra fell in love with, and each day the love he has for only grew stronger, and so did the difficulty of him not voicing it. But high school changes people and life can hit you hard. Hormones invade our system and it's harder to contain our emotions. So when Frankie starts developing feelings for Ezra, it's obviously fate. But is it fate that will keep them together? Or will the weight of the universe around them tear the lovers apart through jealous crazy exes, obsessed kidnappers, and deranged family members?

❝ finding intelligence sexually attractive or arousing. ❞

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Sierra knew Tristan was the one from the first day she laid eyes on him. He had light brown hair, the most unbelievable green eyes; he was tall and muscular, and white. But none of that mattered. She had it bad. But it was only a high school crush. Right? He watched her for years but nothing prepared Tristan for the roller coaster ride that ensued after talking to Sierra for the first time. After events lead the two on a collision course, it forces Tristan to decide what he really wants. And when he finally realizes what he wants is Sierra all that's left for him to do is prove it. Update: I've posted a trailer for this book for those of you who want a sneak peek of what you're in for. I hope you like it. A/N: This is an experimental piece. I've been interested in interracial romance for a while now and I wanted to put my own spin on it. This is my first entry into the Wattpad universe, so be nice and feel free to let me know what you think... Warning: This story contains some strong language and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"Why did you call me here, Serenity?" He said, stepping closer to me. I stammered as I moved back. His hand slapped against the wall as my back pressed against it. "It was a mistake," I whispered. "Was it?" His hand slid down the wall as he stared intensely into my eyes. "Yes." "Do you want to know what I think? I think you purposely called me and left your door unlocked. You wanted me to walk in on you playing with yourself" Mikkel's hand moved down to pull my robe apart, exposing my naked body. "I don't know what you're talking about," I shook my head, trying to deny the fact that he was indeed right. "I think you do, Serenity. Tell me, did you think about me while your fingers were inside yourself? Did you think about how you'd give everything to have me inside of you again, pounding into you until you're coming and screaming my name?"

Daria was the one who could do no wrong in his eyes she was the most perfect thing to him. He was far from perfect. He knew how broken he was. He never wanted to taint her perfection. But he couldn't help himself. 1# in dicaprio book two

"I want to love. I want to feel safe in your arms. I want to let my guard down. I need to be happ-" "Then why don't you?" Gianni shouted hurt and broken by the woman in front of him. "What if you hurt me like Mark and Oscar did?" Anya asked as she stared at this man, a man she knew deep down that she loved, a man she knew she was too good to her. "I'd never hurt, let alone do what those two pigs did to you! You don't understand what you do to me Anya. I love you beyond words, I've loved you from the first time I saw you. When you came into my office asking for a job and handing me your resumé I knew you was special. I love you Anya, but I love myself enough to know that I can't do this." Gianni cried out in pain as he held Anya's face in his big hands. Crying too he wiped her tears with his thumb. Letting go off her face he held her chin with his index and gently kissed her lips. "Goodbye Anya." ***** Anya Jones is a rape survivor who is often busted by the demons of her past. Unable to get through it by herself she finds comfort in the arms of her boss, Gianni De'Luca. MATURE CONTENT.