Evelyn Smith is a 15 year old girl who lives with her parents. She has been abused all her life by her parents, but still tries to find the good in bad. She is very kind-hearted and smart. She is also very hardworking and knows how to value what she has. The Romano family is one of the most prestigious and elite families in the world. They are known for their ruthlessness in the business as well as the illegal world. Being the American mafia, everyone knows not to mess with them. For someone on the outside, it may look like they are the most happiest family ever and they have everything a person could ever want from life, but only they know the amount of pain they are in. It's been 15 years since something was taken from them. Something that was very important and dear to them. Even after countless searches, luck was never on their side and they came up empty handed. What happens when Evelyn and her 'parents' move to a new state, and in the new school , she encounters two boys who look exactly like her?? Will the boys be willing to dive further into the web of secrets to know about the mysterious new girl who looks exactly like them?? Or will they brush it off as a coincidence?? Will the Romanos find what they lost 15 years ago?? What happens when she gets to know a heartbreaking truth?? Will she be able to trust them after everything she has been through?? Both sides have secrets. Secrets which will have heartbreaking consequences. Follow Evelyn on this journey as she tries to find her happy ending.

Zach Westbrook was my best friend-and the boy I'd secretly loved since forever. Until he said the one thing I was never supposed to hear. So I did what any heartbroken, humiliated girl would do. I ghosted him. Ditched the university we both planned to attend. And left without looking back. Our friendship ended the day I left town. Or so I thought. Three years later, I'm back. Not because I want to be, but because family comes first-and unfortunately, that means transferring to Ridgewater University. The same school Zach owns like a second skin. Still hot. Still cocky. Still the campus golden boy with a hockey stick. And still the last person I want to deal with. But I'm not the shy, awkward girl he used to know. I've changed. I've moved on. I'm no longer the girl who used to follow him around like a lost puppy. This time, I'm not the one getting benched.

This isn't a short story ... The full book of BABY is now available through the link in my bio 🤍 Rose has spent her life in the shadows quiet, reserved, and invisible. But when Luciano Gomez steps into her world, she learns what it means to be seen. Luciano doesn't ask. He takes. He calls her BABY in a voice that drips with possession, staking his claim with every touch, every whispered demand. Wealthy, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed, he craves Rose in a way that borders on madness. She's his to protect. His to spoil. His to break. She should run. She knows it. But when a man like Luciano decides you belong to him... There's nowhere left to hide.

Ashley is one of the most popular girls at Westwood high. She comes from a rich family and has had everything handed to her, her whole life. She wakes up from her 16th birthday party in bed with a random guy. What will Ashley do when her whole world is flipped upside down by 1 little thing, a positive pregnancy test.

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*

When V moves away from Italy with her baby boy Angelo she lives a life full of drama, pain, heartbreak but also insanely good times. V wanted to get away from her life in Italy. Promising herself she'll do anything to keep her little angel safe. One thing she didn't expect was to meet a hot brooding stranger, that goes by the name Greyson knight. _____________________________________________ "Tell me what you want V" my words die off in my throat when he looks at me with those hypnotizing eyes. "Come on, baby I need words from you. I need to know your in this with me" he looks at me with pleading eyes. I take a deep breath looking into his eyes, with a smile on my face "I want you grey, it's always been you". Looking into his eyes I see so many emotions swirling around in them. Adoration is the most prominent one along with another, but before I can figure it out he crashes his lips on mine. _____________________________________________ This is my first ever story so it's not that good, please bare with me I'll make it better as I go along. The images in this story do not belong to me. Warning Clingy characters Mention of rape Violence Abuse Self harm Read at your own risk.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

"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.