𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 - Evan Buckley x Fem OC best friends to lovers troupe S2-S?

"Why do you want me?" "You want to know why I want you?" He exhales, like he's been holding this in for weeks. "I want you because I don't date for fun. I don't do temporary. I want you because when I think about marriage, your face is the only one there. I want you because if I ever have kids, I want them to have you as their mother. I want you because you're the love of my life." A beat. "And I want you because everything in me settles when you're with me."

"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

Book 2 is out This is a story about love, fighting, and surviving. Read all about Maya Argent and the love she has for her family. I do not own any rights to the Walking dead or Teen wolf. Those belong to some amazing people who wrote them. I only own Maya and her kids. Started: 3/28/22 Completed: 7/18/22 Book 1 in "Maya Argent" series Season 1/2

(Mature Audiences)Zariah Jones just graduated college and was ready to start her dream job-until her father drops a bombshell: she's been promised in marriage to a man she's never met. But not just any man. Czar Kuzmich. Head of the Russian mafia. Cold, brutal, and untouchable. Known for making grown men disappear and never cracking a smile, Czar doesn't seem like the fairytale ending Zariah had in mind. Yet the moment they meet, sparks fly-burning hot enough to scorch everything in their path. He's possessive. Dangerous. Addictive. And Zariah? She's the only one who dares to challenge him. What starts as an unwanted arrangement quickly spirals into obsession, secrets, and something far more terrifying than love. Because Czar Kuzmich doesn't just claim wives. He owns them. And Zariah has no idea what it means to belong to a man like him.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘩..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯.." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦..." 𝘐 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯... 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦..." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦

AGE GAP STORY!!! WARNING: SUPER CRINGEE Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind. that's when someone else grabbed her hand, someone way older and dominating. Nikolai petrov, the Don of the Russian mafia and someone Beverly knew since she was a kid. *Secrets unfold, masks fall off and the past reveals itself*

"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.

At 17 years old Amina faced a tragedy that changed the outlook of her life forever, or maybe so what she thought was forever. 8 years later the outlook is challenged by a walking paradox.

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad