PROLOGUE Hello, my name is Asimthandile Khosa (24), I'm Xhosa, I live in Cape Town with my Aunt Nomaxabiso Fati (55) her husband Xolizizwe Fati (55), her two sons Kwakhanya (19), Kwakho(13) and my three siblings Nqobile Khosa (30), Sandile Khosa (27), Siyamthanda Khosa (16). My parents died when I was 11 years old in a car accident, after our parents died Siyamthanda and I had to live with our Aunt Nomaxabiso, my aunt never liked my mom ever since my mother Khanyisile Khosa(53) married a very wealthy man which is my dad Andile Khosa (59), my aunt and my mom never spoke ever since my mother got married my aunt did not even attend my mother's wedding. I am doing my last year in CPUT I'm studying medicine , my older brother Nqobile is a taxi owner he owns more or less 7 taxi's, Sandile has his own businesses 'SK interior design company' and 'SK Lounge' he has two lounges one in Johannesburg the other one here in Cape Town, Siyamthanda is currently doing grade 11 at Wynberg Girls High School, Kwakhanya is doing his first year at UCT and Kwakho just started high school grade 8. Ever since my parent's died life has been draining, Nqobi chose to quit school to be a taxi driver so that he can pay my fees and Sandile is paying Siya's school fees because my aunt doesn't provide for us all she does is make us her maids.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

Verena Amaryllis runs away from a marriage proposal and travels to a different state. However, not a day later, she ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets kidnapped for it. Izan Guerrero, the Spanish Mafia boss, learns of his baby brother's disappearance, and he will kill anyone who gets in the way of finding him. So, what happens when he sees Verena running with his brother in her arms? ~ Their paths collide, and their story begins ~ Interconnected standalone - same universe as Dinner with the Mafia. All Rights Reserved 2023

➪ 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝖿． 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝟨'𝟦 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖣𝖾𝗅𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈．𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉？ 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌？ { 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 } 𝖥𝗎𝗁𝗁𝗓𝗓 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦． 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖲 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖵𝖤𝖣． #𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 #𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 #𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 #𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✰✰✰✰✰

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Jewel had been crushing on the biggest hustler of all time! His name was Jaquan better known as Q. One day at the mall she catches his attention and from there they have already connected.But Q has alot of crazy Ex;s and even A BABY MAMA! Will Fate keep them apart? Or will it be falling for a thug?

Delion Montgomery had been thru a lot of things in her life, but the only thing that put everything at ease was stripping. When she stripped, it made everything that she lost seem not to far away, and when she stripped it made everything that she missed, seem right next to her. It was her love, her stress reliever, but nobody got it. Nobody understood the life of Delion Montgomery, and why she would want to lead the life that she did. Follow Delion along her life, and story.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

*Mature BWWM* Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, and she's arranged to marry him. Of course, her feelings towards him have never changed, only matured and proceed with caution. But is she ready to take on the big brute who won't confess any feelings at all and forget about the reason for the marriage in the first place? *Preview* "I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro." He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair. "Stop fucking laughing." I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro." I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop. "Strip." I stop laughing. "Excuse me?" Nikolai sneers. "I said strip." I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear-" Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt. ~~~~~~~~ *33 chapters- three extra chapters I promise you the story is better than this lame excuse for a blurb. Cover by: @meha-k Whole story word count: 52,472 *EDITED TO A READABLE STATE 😉 (feel free to comment about the French and Russian mistakes I made. I know GT isn't reliable sometimes) 🔥 is the mature chapters 🥇 #2 in funnymomments 100k Reads on 7/16/22 150ᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏɴ 7/25/22 200k Reads on 8/6/22 250k Reads on 8/25/22 300k Reads on 10/2/22 400k reads on 12/17/22 500k reads on 3/24/23