She was destined for more than the confined walls of her daddy's mafia. She was destined for success and everything else that came along with it. She never wanted to be apart of the criminal world. But he left her with no choice. He caged her up, cut off her wings. She hated him, he hated her. But he knew those same wings would grow back. And those wings would be bigger, stronger, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. She began to flourish against her own will, soon finding comfort in that same world she once hated. She began to trust the devil known as Dante Russo. The more she trusted him, the more she became corrupt. He might have been the devil, but she was his advocate in every breath of the word.

She was a ray of sunshine, an over achiever, a bookworm, way too gullible and selfless. But that's only the side she wants people to see. He was the polar opposite. Grumpy 24/7, introverted, tough on the outside. He also happened to be the captain of Yale's hockey team and was well on his way to getting drafted into NHL. But deep down, there's more to him than just the grumpy captain. When fate brings them together, can they put aside their past to make room for their future, or will they keep avoiding the undeniable tension in the air every time they're within 1 foot of each other. -------- highest rankings: ✿ #3 in him ✿ #84 in anxiety ✿ #28 in cocky ✿ #5 in yale ✿ #1 in oilers ✿ #65 in nhl ✿ #4 in smirk -------- (THANK YOU GUYS AGAIN)

Alessandra is the Mafia Princess of the Italian Mafia, something she didn't know for just under 17 years. She was taken by someone unknown and for some unknown reason wasn't killed. She uses the identity of ACE OF SPADES (an assassin) and Nyx (fighter and racer) to hide the fact she is really the Boss of the North American Mafia. Now, in a tragic fire her legal guardians die and is put into the care of her brothers. But when she knows who they are, the history behind the name- how long will she be able to keep her secrets? ---------- Fast pace (People tend to think this is a romance, it isn't- it might be in the future but for the mean time it is just a mafia princess found family with baddies left, right and centre) When I finish writing I will rewrite and edit, if there is any mistakes then feel free to give constructive criticism to help! This is the original works of AngxlDreamz but some aspects of the story may be taken from others, and there's content some will not appreciate- reader discretion is advised. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

SOLIPSISM - the belief that everything around you was created by your mind. Brody and Sam are both young with struggles and secrets. Sam is a professional Ice hockey player on the number one team at his rink. He works hard for what he has and his team are everything to him. Brody is an Ice hockey player with many hidden talents and projects on the side. She has a painful past, with scars to show it. She doesn't stop working whether its on the ice or at her other jobs. When the twos eyes connect for the first time a spark is lit. Will they try their hardest to put it out or let it all burn. CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, MILD VIOLENCE, SWEARING and probably more that i havent planned yet xx

" Dad" I sighed exhaustedly, kneeling to the ground sighing heavily. I shut my eyes, feeling the cool air touching my soaked dress. "Who the hell is this?" My eyes immediately open, hearing an extreme Italian accent. I quickly got up and looked behind me, noticing four mafias. Italian mafias "You're the girl that bumped into me at the ball," He says, whilst eyeing me out with a slight grin. I glanced behind me, feeling my dad pulling me closer to him. I stare back at the Italian guy who he was smirking at me. " Dad, what's going on?" " I didn't know you have a daughter, John." Family secrets, dirty secrets. What will happen at a family vacation in Italy when Amara faces an Italian mafia?

"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

Aniyah Young, a student studying psychology and business. She's bold, snarky and fun. At the age of 21, Aniyah wants to indulge in her fantasies, though she has only had a few one-night stands and some shitty relationships, she's mostly had to finish the job herself. Matteo Morelli, a psychology professor. He studies the brain, and focuses on people's behaviours; he's very strong in some areas and extremely skilled in others. He's 33 with a lot of experience, having worked at the college for over 6 years, he's built a reputation for himself. Keeping his sex life on the low, his pleasure and business has and will always be separated... or so he thought? If you value your sanity or innocence, I suggest you don't open this book and give wattpad a rest. ;) THIRD PERSON NOT FULLY EDITED* Teacherxstudent relationship. One is fun, the other is serious. Can they work out?

COMING SOON 『 And that's when he tilts his head, a tad bit of provocation hidden behind the veil of his eyes, that I finally read them clearly. The two sentences inked on his neck - right below two red angel wings. "Choke me. Right here. " 』 They were wilted flowers, not ready for the light to shine on them, to expose their scars and their anger. The story of a complex, elusive bartender & a drop-out college student trying to make a life for herself. Only it's not as simple as that.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22