Enzo Costa, of the Italian Mafia, is danger wrapped in charm and a perfect smile. Eirene Vlahos, the Greek princess, doesn't believe in mafia fairy tales. She believes in contracts. Control. And men who ruin women's lives for power. So what happens when they're forced into an arranged marriage neither of them want? |Book #2 Costa Men Mafia Series| Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Mia Carter - A 28-year-old, independent, strong-willed Black woman who works as a nurse in a busy city. She's never believed in fairytale romances ............................................................ Lorenzo De Luca - A 34-year-old Italian mafia boss. He is cold, calculating, and ruthless in his business dealings but carries a deep, hidden secret. Beneath his tough exterior, he is a man who craves something real, though he's terrified of it. .............................. What happens when both cross paths in an unexpected event? Read to figure out

COMPLETED ✅ Dr. Selena Carter never asked to be part of the mafia world-but when her father's mistakes catch up to him, she finds herself in the hands of Dante De Luca, a ruthless Philadelphia crime boss with no patience for complications. He's cold Controlled Deadly She's everything he never expected. What begins as protection quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. trust, desire, and a love neither of them ever planned for. He was never supposed to fall for her.But she became the one thing he couldn't let go. She Was His To Keep

⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ She was "perfection"*-an ethereal ballerina, "blind yet breathtaking, fragile yet untouchable." A delicate doll crafted for the stage, never meant for the hands of men. But "Damian Romanov was never just a man." He had always watched her-not with admiration, but with "obsession." A dark, merciless desire that saw her not as a dream, but as something to "own, to break, to ruin." She was "his" to shatter, "his" to collect when there was nothing left but "silent screams and trembling hand." At times, she was "beyond repair" yet she knew-no one would take her from him. Not her father, the Capo who lived only to serve him. Not his fiancée, Not even his own father, the man who once ruled before him-because no one stood in Damian Romanov's way. Once, her "cage was golden." Now, it was "platinum-stronger, colder, inescapable." ⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝑒** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ ⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⚠️ This is not a fairytale-it's obsession, ruin, and submission. A world where love is a weapon and pleasure bleeds into pain. #ExplicitSmut #BDSM #NonCon #DubCon #Violence #Bloodshed #MafiaBrutality #PowerImbalance #Possession #Captivity

There would be many words to describe Roman Cecilio, but one would be: malicious. Don of the Italian Mafia with no remorse, but what happens when he meets a woman and her daughter? Jasmine Torres shelters her daughter from any and all harm, hiding her from her past and present, protecting her from the evils of the world. What happens when she meets an evil of her own? --------------------------- "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "I heard crying." --------------------------- "I love you, Jasmine." --------------------------- "Our baby-" "She isn't your baby! She's mine!" --------------------------- "She's safe with me, Mama." --------------------------- "We keep going, we do not stay in the same place."

I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

''All it takes is one little angel and her father to turn my life upside down'' It began when a beautiful woman met a little girl, asking for help. She didn't know her father was a Mafia leader, and she didn't know that he wanted her all for himself. ''You are mine...you are mine from the day I set my eyes on you when you are playing with my daughter, and I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me. Say it, say that you are mine'' ''I am yours'' I said it back. (All the pictures used in the book are not mine. The picture used in the book cover is not mine, but I made the book cover. They are all taken from different online platforms, such as Pinterest, etc.; all the creations are gone for their rightful owners. I don't know all of their names, but if you see your work, then please contact me and I will give you your created 🤗)

The Russian mafia boss, who is engaged to a woman he can't stand, and a woman who works for the Criminal Investigation Department as an agent and a forensic pathologist. Two people from different worlds meet in a dark alleyway; fate does its work and connects their lives together. ____________ "I know you all are curious," he began, his Russian accent thick and unmistakable. "But the only thing you need to remember is that this beautiful woman," his hand rested possessively on my shoulder, "is Eleanor Morozov." His eyes swept over the room, challenging anyone to dispute his claim. "But most importantly, she is mine." "Every word that comes out of her mouth," he says, his voice echoing through the cavernous room, "will hold as much power and meaning as my own. You disrespect her," he pauses, his gaze sweeping over each man, "you die. You look down at her, you die. You think of her in any way but as my equal, you die, and the process will be... unpleasant." Vlad takes his seat beside me, his hand resting casually on the arm of the chair. "Now that we have that cleared up, let's continue what we're here for."

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.