BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

BOOK II of the "Kings and Queens" series. This CANNOT be read as a standalone but I can't stop you from coming here first. Just don't blame me for your confusion. Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. * * * GABRIEL DÍAZ was presumed dead. After a disastrous explosion in his home that left next to no survivors, his rival was sure that the Díaz empire was to crash down with him. The only problem is that he has been out of the loop and stuck in a six-month coma. While he has remained the same, his entire world has drastically changed. Gabriel needs to make a plan to save his wife-the mother of his unborn child. But one night in the wrong location sends him spiralling when he finds himself standing in front of his wife...and she's nothing close to the woman he knew. VANESSA MORALES. After the loss of her husband, she swore to have her revenge on everyone who killed him. But the more she digs herself a rabbit hole of new information and unexpected twists, she realizes the organization is much darker than she thought. She is forced to make alliances with enemies and become a puppet on strings in the last resort to avenge her beloved. Except her next target turns out being a man she had worked with in the past-Vincenzo Del Rossi, the King of the Italian Mafia.

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

[WARNING: This book has mature content in it, such as sexual content, violence and substance abuse. I suggest reading if you are 18 or older.] ▪•▪•▪ "You are mine, princesa," Gabriel muttered roughly into my ear, keeping my hands pinned beside my head to the wall. "On paper, you are mine. In contract, you are mine. In public, you are mine. No one else owns your body and soul like I do and they will never get the chance that I do." "I am not a trophy that you believe you have claim over because of that stupid contract, Gabriel," I snapped, my eyes trying their best not to flutter closed at the feeling of his warm breath on my neck. Gabriel smirked. "No, you're more than a trophy - you are my wife." He turned me around, picking me up so my legs would wrap around his hips. "So how about we stop fighting and you let me take you against this wall, sí?" ▪•▪•▪

He walks closer to me, pushing me back against his desk. "I'm going to throw you down and fuck you until you scream my fucking name." His fingers slip under my dress and the heat between my legs grows, causing me to cross my legs. He pushes his knee in between my legs, separating them apart. "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk away from me again." His soft pink lips, curling into his signature smirk. - - - - - - ♡ - - - - - - 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢, the daughter of a notorious assassin and a prodigy. She is ruthless and kills without hesitation nor emotion, making her deadly. With stunning green eyes, a sculpted body and a magnificent mind she gets anything and everything she wants. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢, the leader of the most powerful and feared Italian Mafia. No one dares to question the man running the biggest mafia in the world. A man that has been raised with power, wealth and fame. With his alluring features, killer charms and a malevolent mind, he is the one to be or beat. When Lorenzo's mafia gets threatened by an upcoming- a nobady American Mafia, Lorenzo struggles to uphold his criminal empire without it crumbling to the ground. After struggling, he finally decides to ask one of his biggest enemies for help, but it's not such an easy feat because his enemy is a bigger asshole than him.

{Second Book} Her life is forever changed upon meeting him, he could say the same thing. Believing to never meet each other again, she swears to forget about him. However, he has a different idea. Her plan falls through when only a few hours later she sees him again at a party. Coincidence? I think not. Angelica Hernandez is an 18-year-old living with her mother in New York City. Her nature is chaotic and fun, lively and brave. Yet, she was lost for words at the sight of him. Normally, you're scared of a man with a gun; however, it wasn't the gun that gave her the thrill. Nor how close he was, or even how attractive he was. It was something else that drew her so close to him. As the night drew later, the young girl finds herself, walking to the bank, drawing money out to get home. So why, when the alarms rung loudly and she came face to face with the tall, older men armed with weapons remain calm? Only did her palms become clammy when she came face to face with the hottest criminal, scrap that, the hottest man she had ever seen. Lorenzo Mattia, the 19-year-old son of the New York Capo, heads out on a mission as if it was any ordinary day. His nature is cold, self-kept, and a completely self-centered playboy. Axel has never found a woman as beautiful as she was, sure there were attractive, stupidly hot girls he had been with, yet none compared to her dainty figure. When trouble erupts, she has to take cover behind Axel. Will they ever get their chance to have a sweet romance? Of course, they will. This is a romance after all. Trigger warning: This book contains serious and sensitive topics, if you are upset by this, please turn away now.

EDITING Anastasia: We all grow up being taught that every story has a villain, someone bad, someone who wants the worst for us, for everyone. The master of destruction, something so hellish that they even make the devil squirm; however we don't always end up marrying our villains, the princess is supposed to slay the beast and yet I still can't bring myself to slaughter my villain. His name is Vincenzo Romano... My childhood best friend's older brother is like a scary movie that you can't help but watch. He's beautiful, powerful, and especially ruthless. The head of the Sicilian Mafia, now ruling over the world like a god, he sees me as nothing more than an annoyance, and now... a murderer, a traitor, a... nothing. But I saw him... I watched him, I heard him. The things he had done, the crimes he had committed... for years, I watched, unable to look away. Now, I was getting married to him, and living with him like we were some perfect happy little couple, but we were missing only one thing, Love. I still watch him sometimes when he doesn't notice, because I can't help it, I'm like an addict and it's no longer in my head. Because he finally sees me... Vincenzo: Her name is Anastasia, like the Russian princess. My baby sister's closest friend grew up hanging around my house, constantly in my family home like she owned it, like she belonged there. For a time I would have allowed her to, until she did what she did best, destroyed everything. My past enemy and new ally's perfect little adoptive daughter, was finally ready to be sold off by her father, and I couldn't be happier with my newest purchase. I felt the way she froze beneath my eyes, the way she shivered at my presence, and most importantly how she submitted to my touch. I hardly thought about her these last couple of years, but now with my little sister no longer in the way of us, and Anastasia alone, desperate at my mercy In my house. Read Blurb in first chapter to find out more.

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.