Highest rank: #3 in bwwm #3 in romannce #22 in rebel #78 in assistant #74 in lovehate #141 in suspense #184 in murder "What the fuck! Do not know how to do your job." He slammed his fist unto the desk. Arna was far to scared of him to speak. She stood there like a rock waiting for him to dismiss her. Why did she think taking this job was a good idea. And then she remembered. BOOK 3 OF GHOST OF THE SOUTH - ------------------------- - ©This story belongs to me,storyyeller123 meaning this story is mine and legal actions can be taken if you decide to claim it as your own. Photos are not mine I don't own them.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22

"I dare you to tell Owen about your feelings for him," Merlin said with a smirk on her face. "What?" I asked taken a bit off guard. "You heard me. If you want you can do something else...remove all your clothes and sit in front of him for the rest of the night. Either way is fine by me really."

Detective Leslie Anakin has always followed by the book, kept her eyes focused on the case and nothing else. However, the latest case hasn't kept her all that focus considering the suspect could be her current lover. D'Angelo Ricci runs the Devil's Nest, a new club downtown. Not only he was a club owner, but also the dangerous man in New York with a thick record, one hell of a temper and a clueless mind when it comes to Leslie Anakin.

Jordan and Dahlia have been best friends since they met on the playground at age 3. Follow their journey over the next two decades as life, love, opportunities, and sacrifice all play major roles in where their lives go. 🥇-#1- #younglove 9/2/21 -#4- #firstlove 9/16/21 -#2- #heartbreak 9/23/21 -#1- #destined 9/23/21 -#1- #puppylove 11/26/21 -#1- #soulmates 11/25/21 📝Chapter Snippet📝 Sitting there with Jordan just didn't feel right anymore, not after the news he just delivered. Dahlia hopped back and off of his bed, quickly sliding back into her fuzzy slippers. She knew she had to get away from this nightmare. "Baby, wait!" Jordan was up a moment later, gently gripping her wrists, trying to pull her back in, but it was already too late. Dahlia's tears had begun to spill and he knew he was losing her. "No, Jordan." The calm tone in her voice scared Jordan... he knew it was masking something much bigger on the inside. "All this time, fifteen years... I thought I was lucky. I found my person... the guy that was never going to hurt me. You were the one person I thought I could trust." "Doll, you can tr--" "Obviously, I can't."

"Amari, you guys have been best friends for too long. There's no way you two haven't done something." "We're just friends. Some of us can manage keeping our hands to ourselves." ---- Amari and Tyler have been best friends since they were kids, but, as always, people grow and things change. Amari, once boyish, begins to change her style and wear clothes that accentuate her curves. Tyler begins to notice. After one dark encounter at a party, an agreement is put into place. Will things stay strictly friendly or will feelings be caught?

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

"What did you see?", he asks as he takes menacingly slow steps towards me. "I didn't see anything.", I lie while backing away from him. We continue our little game as I take a step back he takes a step forward. We do this until my back hits the wall and he is in my personal space. He puts either of his hands on the wall, trapping me with little to no escape route. "I'm going to ask you one more time.", he says in a dangerous low voice. "What did you see in those fucking files?" "I didn't see...", I start but he harshely cuts me off. "Don't fuck with me!", he exclaims as he points a gun to my forehead. "You better tell the truth before I blow your fucken brains out." ********************* Divine is a bubbly, kind-hearted, loving girl and is just all out amazing. Nefarious is a sadistic, wicked, ruthless, cold-hearted mafia boss. One unfortunate night, Devine is was late for an interview as the new manger of the famous hotel that is well-known. Hotel Dulce. She bumps into a man as she does a look-over her resumè and they both drop their files. After the brief exchange of words, the man leaves. She opens her file that protectively contains her resumè, attempting to get her generic information in order but as she goes over the information that is printed in a calibri font, she makes a discovery that could put her in potential danger. "This is not my file."

"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️

After his departure from Michigan and Precious, Chris had found himself in New York, hoping to try and work more on himself and end his constant struggle and trauma. Despite how much he misses her, he couldn't find it in himself to go back just yet. Both him and Precious experience a lot of things with their time apart, but will they find their way back to each other again in the end?.