They fall in love. --------- "Rosalina." he intones as he grazes his thumb across my bottom lip falling from the grip of my teeth. "Mmh." I mumble, fascinated by such a touch. "I think I'm in love with you," he rubs my back in small circles with nothing more than the light indent of one finger, "Not the thought, not the lust- but the company. Every time I close my eyes, you're there..." --------- girl in bookcover is from pinterest! updating every 3-4 days

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.

*major editing currently taking place & some rewrites* Tiara and Keenan were as close as anyone could be, they've been best friends since freshmen year of high school and now they're heading to college, attending The illustrious Howard University in Washington D.C. they promised one another that they would let nothing separate them .. but classes , meeting new people and these college parties can definitely get in the way of that promise. Will Tiara and Keenan stay best friends and maybe become something more? Or will they just eventually go their separate ways? Find out in BestFriends

Sequel to "love don't cost a thing"

"Someone as amazing as you should be cherished."

Book 1. - ❝THINGS AIN'T ALWAYS SET IN STONE, THAT BE KNOWN LET ME KNOW.❞

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐭𝐨 "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞, 𝐈𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, - 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭,

When the most feared South Korean Mafia Boss, falls for a Black beauty. Him-chan a powerful ruthless Mafia king from South Korea, well known for he's Gang and violent activities in Seoul South Korea and New York, finds himself falling for a black beauty Imani Abbas, a quiet yet brave woman who stands up for herself and has no care for Chan or he's reputation.

/u·for·rik/ an extreme, unrealistic feeling of physical and emotional well-being, feeling "high." lowercase intended.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." *** Sequel to His Woman. CAN NOT be read as a standalone.