𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 She's the city's top model. Seen by everyone. Known by no one. She survives by keeping her past sealed tight- every bruise, every secret, every ugly truth locked behind elegance and restraint. Her life is a performance, and she never misses a step. Until she slips... ...and falls straight into the orbit of the man she was taught to despise most. One reckless act- done under the guise of a false persona- sets something irreversible in motion. A line is crossed. A fire is sparked. And the illusion of distance between them shatters. That night leaves her with a hangover, and a realization she can't escape. You don't have to die to go to hell. Some men bring it right to you. He is power without conscience. A presence felt more than seen. The devil everyone fears. She is a mess dressed in designer. A voice that refuses to be silenced. The angel everyone envies. Logic says they should never align. That their worlds, their loyalties, and their sins are fundamentally opposed. Nexum says there couldn't be a better fit. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ✞ ✞ ✞ He wanted to use her. She was the mastermind who planned for that all along. ✞ ✞ ✞ Power. Power built them. Power is what will destroy them. From sworn enemies to reluctant allies, there is nothing 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 wouldn't do, nobody she wouldn't use to reach what her mind has been fixated on for years. Revenge. She's inhumane. Emotionless. Messed up in the head-a diagnosed ASPD mind turned into something precise, something dangerous. A machine. The underworld doesn't call her by name. They call her the flame behind the ghost don. The living requiem. Nyx. And when something like her sets her sights on a target? She takes. Uses. Burns everything necessary to get what she wants. And 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 became exactly that. There's nothing the Camorra king hates more than her-the ghost, the flame, the thorn in his side he's been chasing for years. The assassin behind the Russian don he wants nothing more than to take down. The one thing standing between him and full control over New York City. Blaze is forced to do the one thing he would rather die than do: Ally with the enemy. It was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Strategic. But temptation has always been a dangerous game, and Vera has never been the kind to walk away from a game. Especially one she knows she'll win. Because she's always ten steps ahead. And this time, she chose to play.

He gripped my waist flipping our position, my hands quickly gripping the headboard of my bed. My legs straddled his face, my cunt hovering over his mouth. He let out a breath, the cool air made my core clench. "vince this-" I moaned lifting my hips trying to move away. I could feel myself twitching in wanted pleasure. I wanted it so bad, but he- "fucking ride." ... Highest Rankings #1- fiction #1- brothersbestfriend #1- mafiaprincess #1- language #1- mobboss #1- daddyissues #1- daddysgirl #1- spicy #2- fluffandsmut #2- dominant #4- graphiccontent #3- mafiasmut #4- billionaire

Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works for both her mother and father traveling between Russia and Japan. While in Russia with her mother, she gets assigned a task to infiltrate a Italian mafia and learn all the secrets of the mafia boss. Emi accepts of course but soon realizes she wasn't infiltrating just any Italian mafia, she had to infiltrate Lorenzo Larusso's mafia also known as the Mafia King. This wasn't gonna be an easy task since Lorenzo has major trust issues and a family who looks out for him, and lets not forget he basically runs the world. One wrong move and she's dead.

"Get. Out" I say while lifting up the blade to his neck and smiling innocently. His face remains emotionless but he quickly grabs my wrist that holds the dagger, pulls me loser while his other hand grabs my throat roughly. "drop it Puttana" He says in a low, warning tone but only smirk then lean up to whisper in his ear, "How about... No" My tone is playfully but he looks unimpressed. "Drop. It." he says firmly and I just keep the blade in my hand to irritate him further. l expected for him to rip it out of my grasp but instead he suddenly leaned down and roughly slammed his lips onto mine. I dropped the dagger without realizing until he broke the kiss and whispered "mmm good girl" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Disclaimer: this story is 18+ it has a TON of smut, strong language, and very graphic scenes if your not comfortable reading topics like that I do not recommend reading this. Also this is the first book I've written and it's gonna be shitty so you've been warned.

"There's always a price for everything, including life. Men pay millions for power and knowledge. But a wiser one would kill to know even your silliest thoughts." Zaviero De Santis, The Maestro. *** Zaviero They call me The Maestro, for sinister reasons. You see, corruption and depravity sings in my soul, an unending melody into darkness. As the Don, the Italian underworld is my brutal symphony and my heart? A callous stone that beats only for vengeance. When I am faced with the task of producing an heir, I already know who my bride is. Her. The girl I left behind. Kaira He was my best friend, an almost lover. Until a dark tragedy tore us apart. Now, he's back with an ultimatum I had no idea of-get married to him or face the dire consequences. And this time, he's more savage. Dangerous. Wicked. While I tell myself I am done with the blood stained lies and the gory secrets, those silver eyes of his, reveal a different story. Beneath that ruthless exterior is a boy who once held my heart. And now, a naive part of me is drawn to the sensual pleasures he promises. To the fiery touch of sin. His sins. But in a world where betrayal is currency and love begets weakness, loving him might come at a dark cost-my life. An 18+ Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage (Book 1 of The Touch of Sinners)

Mafia • Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an 24 year old who's a secret Mafia leader but known as the worlds biggest CEO.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

[25/09/2021] - [08/05/2024] There they were. Knife to throat, chest to chest, breaths uneven and heavy and yet Reece made it his job to look unaffected. "I fucking hate you." Catalina hissed in the death of night. The tip of the blade pushed in drawing small droplets of blood. She was every bit cold and vindictive as he remembered. "Good." He replied, calm and unstinted. He wasn't there to fight. He wasn't even there to listen. He was just there to stay. ♕ ♕ ♕ Catalina Khatri. Assassin. Addict. And someone with the optimal skills to carry a dagger with the sense of confidence and pride. With her life encapsulated by her father due to a conservatorship, her every move is catalogued and in sync with her mind in hopes of attaining a semblance of peace and freedom once and for all. Reece Choi. Billionaire. Commander. And someone who won't hesitate to wreak havoc on those who pose a threat to the ones he loves. With his life upending beneath his feet due to a marriage requirement, his sole purpose is tracking down the only person he trusts to marry--his once high school rival--in hopes of exchanging a deal in order to keep the heir to his fathers company. Enemies without a forgiving chance. Chaos at every corner. What will happen when their marriage poses a threat to those untold?

✯✯✯ Ares Romano craved blood. He was everything dangerous, he was cold hearted and everything bad to describe him. He is the don of the Italian Mafia, with that being said what he craved more than blood was the death of Scarlett Knight. Scarlett Knight didn't think before she killed someone. She was next in line for her to be donna of the American Mafia but she had to get married before she received that title. Even though her life seem almost decent she just needed one thing; Ares Romano six feet under the ground. ✯✯✯ ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ *NOT edited *Mature themes *Any image used in this story is not mine Read at your own risk.