Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Evelin has never hold a baby in her life since she remember, let along to have one of her one. Her life wasn't complicated, she was just a journalist for one of the best magazines of the country, together with her soon to be husband. A case after another lead her to be not just herself in danger,but she also has to save a teenager, son of one of the most powerful people in the country. But nothing goes as planed for Evelin when the boy not just seems to know her, but also called her:- MOM! But Evelin never had kids!? Nothing is as it seems! Things start to come to light when two people who seem to hate each other are forced to be tied in marriage. The secrets of the past are enough to take people down until love takes matters into its own hands. Even the devil bows to love, why not two simple people who are united by a past, especially when everything is done for the family ♤ "With or without memories you are my wife and I made a promise to my wife that if it ever happened for her to fall in love with someone else I would let her go." he whispered in my ear and then pushed me slowly from the hug. A moment later i found myself walking away from there, I was now free but my heart was not happy. ------ This was my first book ever. It's not that bad I promise. Give it a try. Sequel: "Ginger"

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

"You seem to have forgotten who I am," he whispered, caging me in with his arms once again. His stubbled face scratched my cheek as he inched closer with every word. "So I'm here to remind you what happens when you mess with the devil." "Fuck you," I breathed, ignoring my throbbing core. "Strip." ~ 24- year old Anastazi Faye was appointed CEO of Faye Industries due to her father's tragic death last year. Little did she know that the company was having financial issues that caused Faye Industries to be bought out by her rival company, Creed Industries. 26- year old playboy billionaire Nathaniel Creed, the proud CEO of Creed Industries is an evil, narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him. When his company has to buy out Faye Industries, he is left with the companies mess to clean up along with their baggage. Anastazi has now gone from CEO of her own company to working for the most egotistical narcissistic billionaire as his secretary. Eventually, when the two grow closer as barriers are broken down, Anastazi begins to see the real him. But when his dark secret is unleashed, will she be able to move past the billionaire's secret, or will the damage be too much to repair? *18+ *Includes mature content, slightly graphic scenes and cursing* Word Count: 160,000+

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.

Autumn Olivia Martin had everything, she was the captain of the cheerleading squad, people parted the halls like the red sea when they saw her, boys worshiped the ground she walked on. Her outsides beautiful, her insides rotten. After tragedy strikes, she has fallen from grace. Now she is 'forced' to hang out with a group of misfits who couldn't give a fuck about who she is.

"Nobody will ever compare to you and I will never let anything happen to you in this earth until I take my last breath" Lucky wiped the tears that were streaming down my face rapidly. "It will always be you before me in this life and the next" I tell him as I watch his icy blue eyes well up with tears smiling at me. - - Both Athena and Lucky are the faces of the world. Men bow to Athenas beauty and women gush over Lucky's looks. Little do they know how there worlds will collide very soon. Their family's have been very close but never have Athena and Lucky cross paths until a very interesting club. Highest Rankings #1 Interesting #1 Fictional #1 Mafia #2 Italianmafia #5 firststory #6 Interesting #8 MafiaLeader #10 Mafia Princess # 27 Italianmafia #30 Mafialove #31 Rich #35 Boy #39 Crime #51 Boy #56 Drug Lord #60 Rich #63 Devil #76 Teen #80 Hades #161 Gangs #175 Innocent #244 Fiction Copyright © 2021 by Yaniris0919 Published August 23th,2021 100K January 31,2022 200K April 7,2022 Cover By: @Trick_writes

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]