𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬. Caterina's father is the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, although Cat refuses to be a part of the dangerous lifestyle that comes with it all. After leaving her family and the Mafia behind her, Caterina begins her own life, living peacefully outside of the reach of the Mafia for four years. That changes suddenly as life throws Caterina into the middle of the chaos when the Russian Mafia chooses to strike her family's empire. Placing a bounty on the Sicilian Mafia heir. With her life now at risk, Caterina's father has sent one of his best men to keep her safe and hide her away from the enemy. But there's something off with the tall and dangerous man who has sworn to protect Caterina's life. Can she trust him? Or will the secrets he hides be her undoing? Mature Content Warning | 18+ Please read list of trigger warnings. (This story is complete and can be read as a standalone)

"𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 мой ангелочек." ༻❤︎︎༺ 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 She is just an normal girl living with her younger sister, her parents left her with her younger sister Danielle to watch over but never came back ever since Vivian is now Danielle Guardian. 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 is just a sweet girl who cares for other people working in a small coffee shop and book store in town, always doing the right things not bad. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 He the top mafia don known, he is the mod of two mafia Italian and Russia mafia, when he was a little kid he didn't have a little kids life he had an adult life having to kill people at a young age. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 is just a cold heart person who doesn't care about anything except his little sister and his friend that was there for him ever since babies. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

She was promised like property. He signed the contract without blinking. Isabella has spent her life obeying the rules-silent, careful, invisible beneath the weight of her father's control. When she's forced into a marriage alliance with the cold and powerful Orlando Lombardi, she doesn't protest. She knows better. Orlando isn't interested in soft things. He doesn't need affection. What he needs is loyalty-and the girl he's been given is a means to an end. But behind quiet eyes, Isabella carries secrets. And beneath Orlando's steel exterior is a man who sees more than he should. As power shifts and hidden loyalties threaten to surface, the house she's leaving-and the man she's bound to-may both be more dangerous than she imagined. One home made her silent. The other wants to hear her scream. ~ "Tell me to stop and I'll stop," he says, his voice rough with restraint. "If you don't tell me right now, I may not be able to hold myself back." My body is vibrating with need, and I don't answer for a beat. When I finally find my voice, the shock of my own words surprises me. "I need you, Orlando. Please." Without another word, Orlando stands and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me up the stairs, our lips never parting.

"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.

In late 1950s, New York City is ruled by power and bloodlines,and two crime families are locked in a silent war. The ruthless Baldoni Family control a dark empire built on corruption and human trafficking, an empire the powerful Harrington Family are determined to destroy. To take them down from the inside, Aaron assumes the identity of a dead assassin and earns the trust of the Baldoni patriarch. He is assigned his first test: eliminate Henry, a former member turned traitor who stole sensitive files exposing the family's trafficking operations. However, playing both sides comes at a cost, especially when one wrong move could expose who he really is. While unwinding at a restaurant, Aaron meets Marlene, a warm and spirited waitress with a voice full of sunlight. After a disastrous first meeting costs her job, fate throws them together again at Aaron's new nightclub. Despite her persistent anger, Aaron offers her a job, where lingering resentment slowly gives way to late-night dances, stolen glances, and a romance neither of them expected. Yet Marlene is unaware of the truth: the man she is falling for is not merely a club supervisor - but the heir to the crime family entangled in a war with Baldoni.

Silent chains An Obedient Girl. A Dangerous Man. A Silence Too Loud to Ignore. Aarya has never spoken a word. A twenty one year old Born mute and forbidden by her cruel family to learn sign language, her life has always been quiet - not peaceful, but silenced. Hidden away in an attic, unloved and abused while her stepsister is pampered like royalty, Aarya's only survival tool is obedience. She never questions, never resists... until one night, fate places her in the wrong place at the worst time. She witnesses a brutal murder committed by the city's most feared mafia boss, Luca De Rossi - a twenty eight year old man known for leaving no witnesses alive. But when he finds her cowering in fear, trembling and tear-streaked, he spares her life. Barely. A story of forced proximity, power and vulnerability, slow-burning connection, and a girl who can't speak... but says everything without words. ---

Every summer is always a memorable one, it's full of sun, parties, friends, happiness. Well for everyone but Tiffany Miller. This summer her brother is coming back home from LA with Brandon Hunter, one of her biggest enemies of all time. Meaning this summer is going to be long and full of endless suffering...but who knows maybe those hateful feelings turn into something else.

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Our moms were best friends. There wasn't much more to it than that. Every holiday, vacation and weekend, I was forced to spend time with Jax and his family. When I was four years old and he drenched my favorite blouse in ketchup, Jax and I became arch enemies...and then - somehow - we became best friends. But like I said, there wasn't much more to it than that. Mostly. Okay, so of course I liked him a little. How could I not? Even though Jax was annoying at times, he was also funny, athletic, popular, and downright hot, and I was his nerdy little best friend. He was my protector, the one who rescued me countless times from countless threats. We shared more than just friendship... Until the death of Jax's mother. The grief drove a wedge between us, and only so much more grief would follow. But pain has a way of tearing people apart, only to force them back together again. That's what happened to us. And, unfortunately, the only way around pain is through it. Trigger Warning: This book contains references to physical abuse and sexual trauma. Please read cautiously, and remember to take care of yourself.