Micah and Maila love story.

Layla was born into the mafia life. Her father is the Don of the Italian mafia, all her life has been filled with crime and the illegal things done behind closed doors. She knew what her purpose was, but when her parents spring an arranged marriage on her on the ripe age of 18, Layla doesn't know what to do. While she knows that there is no way out of it, Layla makes it known that she won't go down without a fight. Her betrothed is none other than Alexander O'Sullivan. Don of the Irish mafia and known to the world as the ruthless killer, who takes no mercy. He is the epitome of playboy and Layla knows this. Can she find it in her heart to love a monster or will it end up in tragedy? Is Alex willing to change his set ways? Will she be able to survive him and his lustful eyes or will she end up getting her heart broken? ***************** WARNING*** this book contains mature content and sexual scenes. 18 years old and older is recommended

Rain's life is turned upside down when her sister disappears and her father starts drinking too much. Her mother owes a lot of money to a dangerous Mafia group and offers Rain as payment! But Rain has secrets - scars that run deeper than the ones on her skin. Whispers of a traumatic past echo in her mind, haunting her every step. She thought she'd left it all behind, but the shadows of her history lurk, waiting to pounce. Angelo Moretti, the ruthless Mafia boss, takes an unsettling interest in Rain. His gaze pierces through her defenses, seeing beyond the façade she's built. He's a master manipulator, using his power and influence to keep her trapped. Yet, amidst the cruelty and control, Angelo shows Rain fleeting moments of tenderness. A gentle touch, a soft word, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. It's a dangerous game, one that Rain can't afford to play. For in Angelo's world, love and loyalty are luxuries she can't afford. Will Rain survive the treacherous landscape of the Mafia, or will Angelo's care for her become her ultimate downfall? Can she confront the darkness of her past and break free from the shackles of her present, or will the shadows consume her forever?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]

Jean Kirstein, a soldier of the royal guard of the kingdom Eldia is granted a promotion. Although he'd normally be thrilled, his new job requires watching over and protecting the princess who has a terrible habit of doing exactly what she's not supposed to. reader discretion advised. all characters 18+, no titan powers, set in fantasy world. smut. content for 18+. talk about death and killing. violent/graphic scenes. cover art creds: gundo_49 on twitter!!