[UNEDITTED] Will edit after a short period of time after completion Selene is insane but no one knows knows it. The Kresent Killer comes and goes at her will, leaving behind a bloody waning crescent. The talented assassin with photographic memory and a knack for human biology is a heartbreaker. Literally and metaphorically. Sorin Giovanni is a dangerous man. The government is a puppet at his hands. It's what happens when you're born into a family full of scandals and power. He held almost all the power. Almost. The Kresent Killer is the one thing he can't control. While Sorin was dangerous. Selene? She's worse. #1 in Morally Grey

COMPLETED "Who are you?" I asked the man standing in front of me "Luca Moretti" He answered shortly locking he's eyes on me before asking "who are you?" Who am I? I don't know... As if reading my mind he smiled and answered his own question "You're Azalea" Azalea... Waking up in a room having no clue of who you are and your past is probably one of the scariest things that could happen to you, and that is exactly what happened to Azalea Nicoli; waking up in a room in front of man who claims to be her husband but has no past memories with. It is a matter of trust and faith as she walks blindly into her new life with her supposed life partner-Luca Moretti. But who is Luca Moretti? To the public he is the filthy rich business man who couldn't care less when he drops a dollor or two but there is more to the man than what meets the eye; in the underground society, he is the most feared and most powerful Italian Mafia leader there is to ever grace the country. What is someone like Azalea Nicoli doing with Luca Moretti, a man who appears to be the most dangerous being in all of Italy.

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

BEING REWRITTEN AND EDITED 🧡 RATED #1 in #Wolfpack, #Kinky, #Submissive, #adultfiction, #softbdsm, #bdsmcommunity, #alpha and #Eroticromance!!!! Updates often!! ***this story contains heavy language, and is very mature!!! Erotic scenes almost immediately. You've been warned. Read with caution*** ----- I look back at Alpha Knox who was now in front of me, towering over me as if I was a brand new pup. "I gave an order not to wear those." He said through his clenched jaw. Knowing right away he was talking about my shorts I pull them up and place one of my hands on the right side of my exposed ass. "I don't think you're in charge of me Alpha Knox. And I quite like the way the breeze feels against my skin." His eyes darken as his body tenses, "I have no problem ripping those off and bending you over my fucking knee, as your mate, you respect me. As the alpha, you follow my orders." Did he... did he just say what I think he said? I could hear girls in the background speaking of Alpha Knox and his fit body, but I was focused on something much more important than some school girl talk. "And who is your mate?" I asked, with sarcasm leaking through the seams. His hand grabbed firmly onto my ass, his nose connecting with my sweet spot that one day will be marked by my mate, his hot breath sending shivers throughout my entire body. "I think you know." With that, he walked away.

"What did you say darling? I can't understand you with my fingers in your mouth." -------------------------- Naomi Birmingham, Soft as a pillow, Innocent as a lamb, Submissive, Valentino Romero Cold as snow, Predator in the night, Dominant, One is a innocent artist One is a innocent artist and sadistic mafia leader. What could go wrong? EVERYTHING

College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

"Call me sir" he demanded. "What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister! "Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his lips brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

This book will contain strong sexual themes, mature language, violence, abuse and will move fast. "Stop rolling your eyes" "Or what?" I put the cigarette out placing my body in front of hers. She backed up against the wall as one of hands placed firmly beside her head in the wall. The other I let slowly brush down her cheek. "I think we both know" "No your going to have say" I brush my thumb over her lips before leaning into her ear. "I'll fuck the attitude out of you" "And what's stopping you" ___ Vincent Lopez, a name most will know. He's ruthless, cold but his family never see that. When the Wilsons appear back in town its a shock, They moved for a reason so what brought them back. Vincent has known the youngest Wilson since he was ten and she was a newborn. But now's she's an adult its tempting to forget about everything. She's like a drug he cant get enough of even though he shouldn't want her the way he does.

I quickly grabbed my keys and left the apartment to head towards my car. It was already dark outside, but it wasn't cold, I didn't need a jacket. I got in my car, and put the key in the ignition, when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a pair of brown eyes. My eyes went wide, but I couldn't even blink before he laced his fingers around my throat from behind. A scream wanted to leave my lips, but he put his other hand over my mouth to muffle it. His lips ghosted over my ear as he whispered: "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lucy." HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in hostage - 21/07/17 #1 in threatening - 21/08/04 #1 in diabetes - 21/08/21 #1 in anxious - 22/12/13 #1 in get away - 21/08/19 #1 in anxiety disorder - 22/06/21 #1 in terrifying - 22/07/18 #1 in plot twist - 22/08/17 #1 in character development - 22/09/07 #1 in captured - 22/11/02 #1 in shy girl - 23/04/16 #3 in gunfight - 23/03/19 #4 in escape - 22/05/07 #6 in crime - 21/08/25