} Brielle D'Angelo and Lorenzo Russo have know each other their entire life. Brielle's family is a American Mafia; second most powerful after Lorenzo's family know as the Italian Mafia is the first most powerful. They've known each other their whole lives and loved and hated. Brielle distanced herself from him after she found him with someone, broke her heart after figuring out she had feelings for him. Their arranged marriage gave her a chance for those feelings to open up, but she doesn't want it to recreate old relationships. Brielle- French origin, means "God is my strength." Lorenzo- Latin origin, means "Laurels crown." "I'm in love with you, I've been in love with you since we were 17", he whispered holding my face in his big hands looking down at me, softness in his eyes. { mature content } _____________

I love driving , but what I do is probably considered a man's job . Well lets see how damn well I can take the challenge . I just got a new job to drive a rich billionaire. Sounds exciting and I can't wait to start. But turns out he's a douche and super annoying to work with. I think he chooses to be annoying so I could give up and quit my job. But even though he's a pain in the ass, I can't help but think about him in very awkward situations. He is everything I shouldn't be with. This is so wrong yet so good. My boss is hot, rich, and super sexy. He is everything your boss isn't. *******WARNING MATURE CONTENT *********** THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME NUDITY SO DONT SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED !

Blayze Norman; A cold and ruthless CEO of Norman Enterprises has decided to take Caden Carter as his bride, not even the heavens was going to stop him. * * * Blayze Norman is the cold, ruthless and industrious CEO of the multi-billion Norman Enterprises. He's meticulous and calculative with his every step. The type to pay back what has been given to him. When he's informed that the debt a lesser company owes his has somehow strained the financial status of his even by the lowest percent, he's offered with the oldest alternative. Make the debtor's oldest daughter his bride and stand the first in line to claim all their properties. Unfortunately for him, the young bride-to-be is not as submissive as he would like. In fact, she's the opposite of what you might call the perfect wife. Soon, they're tying the knot followed by a series of comic events that escalates towards finding love and comfort in each other faster than the two ever expected. * * * THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE BONUS CHAPTER NOW AVAILABLE!

"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

"Keep walking, bellissima." The unknown man demanded, pushing the gun harder against the back of my head. "And if I don't?" I asked, I heard the man laugh as I fell to my hands and knees. "I think daddy taught you how to be a good girl, didn't he?" Of course, everything was daddy's fault. If not, I wouldn't be on the ground while having a gun pushed against me. Now I knew, I was going to ruin both of those terrible men that wanted to ruin my life for longer than I even knew. Sienna Capello, or the name she goes by Elizabeth Carlson, is a normal twenty-four year old woman, or you would think so. She grew up in an Italian mafia, with force from her father, when something unexpected happens, she runs away and creates a whole new life for herself. It didn't take long for people to go after her, especially when her father messed with the wrong people, yes, her father's mistakes ends up as her mistakes as well. Everyone knew how much his daughter meant to him, when she escaped from the miserable home, he sent each one of his men to find him. Just for the other most powerful mafia to get to her first. Thankfully, it's someone that she had known from before. - this story contains weapons, swearing, mature content, death, murder, abuse, shooting, sexual assault, and a very complicated couple. - cover made and designed by me.

----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, therein making her a legend! Easy as pie. Until she gets found. A series of blatant lies and lucky breaks later and she is mistaken to be one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this predicament Kate couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she has to do is keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. What a fantastic position she is in! There are just two problems. One being him. Alessio. The Don, the Godfather, the Capo di tutti capi (the boss of bosses) who has taken a keen interest in Kate. Even that is something she could probably handle for one night. Except problem number two. They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the month. Alessio's interest in Kate threatens to expose her, something she would surely die from. He knows she doesn't belong but it's not as though she could have just waltzed in, right? By the time Kate realizes that not even the greatest scoop is worth the price, she is in far too deep to call it quits now. ~~~Praise for When The Sun Goes Down~~~ Natasha427: "It was so captivating that I may or may not have spent the last several hours holed up in my room frantically scrolling down to read more. I LOVED IT!" uninteresting17: "You're my soulmate. I love just everything about your writing." Daisy_Blue: "Has anyone seen my heart? It seems to have been ripped out and tossed across the ocean." NaughtyPlease: "I am beyond obsessed with this piece of literature heaven!!!"

MATURE CONTENT: some may say a smut overload EDITING/REWRITING One night. A night filled with passion and longing. The annual ball has finally come, a night Nova Quinn has been dreaming of for years. Finally, she can go and live out her dreams. When she catches the eyes of Grayson Blackwell, she can't help but give into him. One night. They share one night of passion, intending of never seeing each other again. But not everything goes to plan. Nova Quinn. She's strong, stunning, sexy, smart and can pack a punch; she's everything you could ever want. However, Nova has never opened her heart nor her mind to the idea of love; until him. She's the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia bosses in England. She may be named after a star, but she's as dangerous and feisty as the devils daughter. "I'm not a princess, I don't need saving. I'm a queen, I get shit handled." *** Grayson Blackwell. He's built like a tank, tattoos cover his body, but what is he hiding under all those swirls of black ink? Having never been loved, trained since birth to become a monster, he does just that. He's ruthless to everyone, not allowing anyone got get close. Until her. He's fearless, dangerous, filled by anger and the most feared man by many. Being the son of a powerful Mafia boss has brought pain to Grayson that he always carry's with him. No one messes with the stories they've heard. "I'm not calling you a slut, but you've had more balls in your mouth than the 'Hungry, Hungry Hippos'." Highest rankings. #3 in power #2 in Nova #1 in Grayson #1 in ballroom #1 in knives #1 in teasing #10 in teen fiction #1 in non-fiction #10 in badass #1 in fighting #1 in challenge #2 in guns #8 in fiction #2 in dance *None of the photos are mine, I do not take any credit for them.*

"How dare you fucking disobey me," He grits his teeth clenching his fists while glaring at me. "Please let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I beg tears sliding down my cheeks slowly backing away from him. "Didn't I make myself clear already? You will never escape from here." My heart sinks down to my stomach. Anger quickly rising making me splutter two words I'd soon would regret. "FUCK YOU!," I scold. "What did you just say?," he grumbles his chocolate brown eyes three shades darker almost looking black. I gasp, as my back hits the wall watching him close in on me. I try to curve to the side, but he immediately closes me in by stretching both of his arms out. His hands firmly flat against the wall. "Repeat what you just said to me Madison," he evilly mutters his eyes locked with mine. "Leo please," I mumble. "You will learn to obey me," he venomously says his hot breathe hitting my flesh near my ear. Suddenly, his large hand grips my neck tightly chocking me. Both of my hands clutches onto his hand trying to free myself from his grip. "P-pl," I struggle to say while trying to breathe. I can feel the life in me slowly slipping away. My vision starting to blur in and out of focus. Leo suddenly lets go of my neck and I helplessly drop to the floor gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I realize my life could have ended in the hands of this handsome murderer. "Recognize who you are speaking to. No one, I mean no one ever disrespects Leo Castillo, leader of The Red Eagles!", he firmly says his cold eyes glaring down at me. I stay silent completely mute. My body trembling from pure fear scared to say anything that might upset him again. Leo turns his heel walking out of the room locking it from the outside leaving me in shock of what just happened. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" A/N:DO NOT REPRODUCE/COPY ANY TEXT OR MY STORY IN ANYWAY. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY!

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston