Darkness and the light DO NOT mix. But what if they did? What kind of precipitate would result from such a union? "He and I, are polar opposites. I am short-tempered, while he does his best to tame his anger. He is a killer, a destroyer of life, a blood thirsty human, who ensures to execute his revenge upon those who betray him, while I completely detest death, and anything that is related to it. They say it is rather difficult to change one's own behaviour. So, how can I play the role of redeemer in someone else's life? How do I pull him out of his lifestyle, when he's already in too deep? Two choices; accept him or leave..." She was accidentally inseminated, resulting in her crossing paths with him. But the real question is, would she be able to survive the mafia world? Would she be able to survive him? I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES IN THIS BOOK. ALL CONTENT WITHIN THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION! SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE EVENTS, PEOPLE, ETC IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. MY BOOK IS NOT FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN!!I HAVE FULL RIGHTS OVER THIS BOOK!! DO NOT PLAGERIZE!! COPYRIGHT ©️ 2020 by Rachael Abeauty. WARNING! STRONG LANGUAGE AND MATURE SCENES!!! COVER MADE BY ME, THE AUTHOR...

TBA • The Boss' Aggression • Dante Grants A twenty something woman who just lost her only living relative to thugs. She was kidnapped by men and taken to an unknown property. Full of unknown people, and an unknown man. One thing was for sure, that demon of a man was no Angel. •The story is not edited•

updates starting again in June Walking past his office door, I hear him talk to someone, and I know he's in a meeting. Karma is a bitch, Alessandro. I walk back into his room, and grab the new white lace set I bought yesterday and wear it. It leaves little to nothing to the imagination. I enter his office, but don't make eye contact with him. I look through his bookshelf, and grab a book, and sit in the chair opposite him. His eyes devour me, and I know that if I looked up at him right now, I would see frustration and lust in his eyes. My arm accidentally drops a pen on the floor and it lands right by his foot. I get off my chair to get it, and end up under the desk. My hand caresses his thigh, and I feel him become tense as his breath hitches. His arm falls under the table, as a warning sign, and I simply grab his hand into mine. Unzipping his pants slowly, and taking out his cock from his boxers, is easy. He's almost fully hard, already, and I use my hands to get him fully hard. My tongue lightly touches the base of his dick, and I hear him release a quiet moan. He's going to make me pay, once he's done with his meeting. That's for sure.

[COMPLETED] 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 They're her boss. She's their assistant. They've been in love with her since the day she first came in for her interview and they will do whatever it takes to make her theirs. ••• "I'm your assistant, nothing more, nothing less." I give the three men a small smile and pick up the folders from the desk. "So stop eye fucking me every time I walk past your office or I'll stab you all in the neck" Phoenix glares. Everest smirks. Miller frowns. With that, I throw them one last warning look before walking out of the room, slamming the door behind me. #1 in poly //17 jan 2022 #1 in Bwwm // 18 feb 2022

Reilly Jones works at Ruby's Inn. A prominent diner in Red Oak. She's young, naive and last but certainly not least, one of the only black waitresses working there. She tries to keep a low profile and to herself but little does she know she's on the radar of every guy in a five-mile radius of the Ruby's. However, she thinks herself an average girl, like any other. Only her mother died when she was little and her father spent most of his time at the local bar nursing more than one beer, and she has the mental scars that tell differently. That and she longs to be important ... a least to someone. Gerard Grant always gets the girl. He's a strikingly gorgeous cowboy, not afraid to speak his mind and as typical rich guys go ... he's arrogant. He takes pride in overseeing his family's ranch but when he's not working the ranch, he likes to have fun. Being oh so sure of himself, he gets in on a seemingly harmless bet with a few of his cowhands. The Bet: to get the most unbelievably beautiful and unattainable girl in town, Reilly Jones, to go out with them. Being who he is, he doesn't expect her to toss Iced Tea in his face or worse, reject him and it stings. However, little does the beauty know the games are only just beginning because as everyone knows in Red Oak, this Grant always gets what he wants. All Rights Reserved!!! Highest Rank: #2 in General Fiction BOOK 2 - COMPLETED BEWARE My Cowboy Now available on Radish Username: StellevsCioccolatini BOOK 3 - ONGOING BEWARE HER COWBOY Now available on Radish Username: StellevsCioccolatini

"What the_" He pinned me against the wall,covering my mouth with his gloved hand. "Say anything and you're dead I'm serious." his accent was slightly Italian mixed with a little Russian. I managed to create a small nod. "So I was sent here because I heard you hurt my bros girl? Is that true?" Wait Rene?! I'm gonna kill her!!!!! "No it's not." He reached into his pocket pulling out a knife putting it close to my neck. "Ok! ok! I did! Just don't hurt me please!" "Yeah I'm gonna hurt you..." He pushed the knife closer to my throat. "What do you want from me?!!!" "I want you to die!" He slammed me on the ground causing my head to slam on the hardwood floor. I struggled to maintain a clear vision as he punched me violently across the face.

Power Money Love Craziness More... Love A lot more... Money And tons of... Power •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Clarissa Marie Elliott and Andrew José Riley's rise, fall, and epic finish to a beautiful and twisted office-type love story. Hightest Rankings: #Envy : 6 #WMBW : 36 #Joy : 122

When Ashley found out that she was pregnant with twins, she couldn't wait to share the good news with her husband. But when he got home later that night, he told her that he wanted a divorce without really giving her a reason why. Heartbroken, Ashley does the only thing that she could do. She signed the divorce papers. Now she's forced to go through her pregnancy alone with no one to help her but her friend, Mayla. During her pregnancy, complications occurred that gives Ashley a new outlook on life. She realizes that not everything is as it seems and not everyone can be trusted. *Originally written by ForeverInfinities* Descriptions are not my best but hopefully, the actual story would be better. :))

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love herself? I questioned as my back hit the wall "Ah, see that is where you're wrong love, how can a girl like you not love yourself? ~~~~~ Two Tainted hearts Two different people Two different stories Too many haunting secrets