"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and hungry, as the air between them thickened with heat. "You always this mouthy?" he murmured, the rough rasp of his voice brushing against her skin like gravel and velvet all at once. She smirked, tilting her chin up in defiance-but he was faster. His hand came up, thumb grazing her bottom lip before slipping past it, pressing against her tongue, slow and deliberate. "Open up for me, darlin'," he drawled, eyes locked on hers like he was already imagining her on her knees. She sucked gently, teasing, her eyes gleaming with challenge-and that did it. His jaw tensed, and his voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "You've got no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now. Right here. Against this damn wall, with your pretty little sorority dress bunched around your hips and your legs shaking around me." She whimpered, barely audible, but he heard it. Felt it. And he grinned like the devil who just found something sweet to ruin. - He's whiskey-soaked lyrics and a past that haunts him. But when a city sorority girl crashes into the world of a brooding country music star, sparks ignite, tempers flare, and lines get deliciously blurred. In a whirlwind of lust, jealousy, and heartbreak, their connection is as wild as it is forbidden-the only thing more dangerous than him... is how badly she wants to be ruined by him. [MORGAN WALLEN FAN FICTION]

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

He always was a lone wolf type of guy. Made his way with a gun under the table and an ace up his sleeve. A man with no name, no past and no future. His job as gruesome and dangerous as it gets. Doing the dirty work for all kinds of people. One fateful meetup changing everything. This woman, the first one to not be scared but intruiged by him. Even the most dangerous men have a weakness. But why did it have to be her? Trigger warning: There will be scenes of explict sexual activity in this story as well as scenes of horrific violence. If you are triggered by anything like that don't read ahead.

**𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒, 𝟔.𝟑𝟎.𝟐𝟔** Rebecca Caruso wasn't supposed to meet Marco Montanari. She wasn't supposed to spend the night drinking with him. And she sure as hell wasn't supposed to get tangled in a crime scene before dawn. He told her to forget what they saw. Forget the blood. But some nights refuse to be forgotten. And some acquaintances are impossible to walk away from. Rebecca is forced to choose between the life she's been handed-and the one she's willing to risk everything for. Because in this city, love is a liability. And choice? That's the most dangerous part of it all. ~~~ 💔 Equal parts psychological drama, mafia/crime suspense, and romance. This slow-burning story is filled with crime, secrets, obsession, and impossible choices. For fans of noir undertones, unreliable narrators, high stakes, emotional whiplash, and complex power dynamics. 💔 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆: Twisted Lies, The Town, Savage Lover, The Sopranos, Sicario, Vicious, The Maddest Obsession, Peaky Blinders, You, Tell Me Lies, Sinners of Saint, and Mobland. ~~~ 🎶𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: https://tinyurl.com/ycxs3fum ~~~ 🔥𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔:🔥 This story has elements of romantic suspense but leans into darker tropes (possession, obsession, blurred morality). ✘ Mafia Heir x Police Chief's Daughter ✘ Forbidden Romance ✘ Touch Her and Die ✘ Found Family vs Blood Family ✘ Dual POV ~~~ WC: 90,000+ Pages: 375 ~~~ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: RATED MATURE! 18+ This story contains mature themes, including manipulation, emotional abuse, attempted assault, violence, gore, and trauma recovery. Reader discretion is advised. Full trigger list inside.

COMPLETED✔️ What follows is a violent clash of worlds, where elegance is destroyed by brutality and innocence is trapped by a darkness far deeper and more dangerous than anything she imagined. Her dream of becoming the greatest ballerina, praised by her parents and supported by a loving friend was once the perfect vision of her life. But fate with its cold indifference doesn't follow the paths we choose. Instead it controls our lives. In one sudden turn her world is flipped upside down and she meets a man who is nothing like the one she dreamed of. He is ruthless, consumed by his own ego, a mystery to all who encounter him. His abilities are beyond comparison, his morals fractured and ambiguous, and his true intentions buried beneath a veil of darkness. Where once she believed her life was guided by passion and elegance, she now finds herself thrust into a world governed by dominance and brutality, where survival no longer hinges on talent or grace but on submission to a far more unforgiving force.

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book contains abusive and mature content. And a very toxic relationship. And Stockholm Syndrome. ONLY AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD AND INKITT SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS - A MAFIA NOVEL Helena Williams is eighteen. She's a cosmic girl who reads omens in the stars, quaintly believing in spirits and unseen forces. She doesn't know she is the last heir of the Drakon family, a dynasty feared for power that outlives empires. Drakon women are said to be like dolls, perfect, and untouchable, and Helena is no exception. She has no name worth remembering, but a face. Antonio Alessi does not believe in stars. He writes his own fate. Ruthless isn't an insult to him; it's a creed. He feeds from power, thrives on success, and is drawn first to Helena's beauty, that flawless, and porcelain face. Soon he finds out more about her bloodline, her power, her legacy. He knows exactly what she is worth. They are opposites, selfless and selfish, hidden and infamous, peace and power. Yet the cosmos is cruel. Like two poles meant for each other, their worlds collide. Helena cannot repel. She cannot run. Every road loops back to Antonio's arms. To him, she isn't a girl but power, an uncut gem to possess. He opens his arms not only to cherish her but to claim the legacy she doesn't yet know she carries. But what if the cosmos turns the tables? What if the secrets spill, and the man who worships power finds it shattered like porcelain, replaced instead with something far more dangerous: love, and endearment? Started: 01.09.2019 Completed: 26.01.2020 [EDITED] ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️ IF YOU PLAGIARISM MY WORK I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTION IF NECESSARY #1 in darkromance (28.12.2019) #1 in cruel (13.01.2020) #1 in mafia (22.02.2020) #1 in forcedlove (20.05.2020)

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

A girl who talks too much. A man who barely speaks. A beginning that already feels like trouble. Isla Bennett has always been easy to read, easy to love, and impossible to silence, drifting through life with a kind warmth. Rafe Costello is the complete opposite, a CEO built on control and silence, someone who keeps his distance because it's easier than letting anyone get close enough to matter. What begins as reluctant proximity between them, slowly turns into something neither of them can seem to stay away from. But the question is.. how does a man who trusts nothing learn to trust someone like her? And how does a girl who feels everything, handle the one person she cannot quite figure out? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He shook his head slightly. But lifted his arm anyway. She spun again, laughing louder this time, and when she looked back at him he was watching her carefully. He muttered quietly under his breath. "You're trouble." Isla blinked at him, before soon smiling with a wide grin. "I'll take that as a compliment." ------------------------------------------------------------------ -SEQUEL TO 'MR.SERIOUS'-