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.

COMPLETED// Clarence Wilson is a 19 year old girl, who has just graduated high school and is now onto college, which is basically the real world. She thinks she'll go through college without no twisty situations, but that all changes when she meets a guy, in a bar, who surprisingly turns out to be her English professor.

Elliot loves Christmas, but dislikes spending it with her family. Her and her mom never see eye to eye on anything. Brooklyn on the other hand, hates Christmas, she lost her parents at a young age and her brother is always traveling. So, year after year she spends the holiday alone. However, maybe a game of secret Santa will change their lives forever. Maybe the one thing Brooklyn has been missing is someone to remind her of what love is. And maybe Elliot can influence Brooklyn to get into the Christmas spirit.

The last time I'd seen him shirtless was years ago when we were still friends - before puberty. I was so focused on his body that I didn't move when he lowered his shirt. I froze at the same time he did, his eyes meeting mine. --------- Jax Wilson and Rocco Denver are like fire on fire - only bad things could come out of their rivalry and deep-rooted hatred for each other. When Rocco disappears, Jax is convinced he is up to nothing good. But when he does find him, it only leads to more questions. Who is he looking for, Rocco or himself? Will he find either, even if it means leaving everything safe behind?

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

Short story. Olivia & Elliot LAW AND ORDER SVU - hi! i made the concept a long ass time ago. i just get on here to laugh at the comments. (:

[Kellic] I had never been a lucky guy. But could a seemingly average boy, with a kinky secret, change that? [WARNING: This story contains sexual content, BDSM and mature language]

*Book One of the Daniella Swan Series* Daniella Swan is the twin sister of Isabella Swan. When their parents split up they both went to live with their Mother. Daniella was always second in everyone's mind. She could tell that much. When they visited their Father, Charlie, he seemed to always pay more attention to Isabella. The samething with their Mother. When they were little, she would take Isabella to ballet, do her hair in the morning and even bake cookies with her. However, anytime Daniella asked for her Mother to take her to her music lessons or do HER hair in the morning or make brownies with Daniella there was never any 'time' to do it. So, now, Renee, their Mother, has gotten remarried to a man named Phil. Phil traveled a lot because of his job. So, now that the sisters are seventeen, they decided to go stay with their Father in Forks, Washington for a while. What happens to the Swan sisters in this rainy town of Forks? Will they be able to face the challenges that are waiting for them in their future? Read about Daniella, The Forgotten Sister, and hear her story of their new life in Forks... Top Story Tag Ranks: #1 in jasperhale #1 in jasper #5 in hale #4 in jaspercullen #5 in cullen #7 in twilight #4 in swan #39 in story *Disclaimer: 1. All credit goes to Stephenie Meyer, Author of the Twilight Saga, for the inspiration to write this book. This is a work of fanfiction and all characters are her's, except for the ones I create in this book those are mine and only mine. 2. Some things will be different and it won't follow the storyline of the Twilight books word for word all the time. 3. There will not be a lot of the Edward and Bella plot in here, but it will occur a little bit throughout the book as I use the scenes for the love story. 4. You got this far you might as well read the book now! ;)*

In this book, Rosalie Hale is a lesbian. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜❤