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𝐓𝐇𝐄 πƒπŽπ π‚π‡πŽπˆπ‚π„ by trenchlordtales
trenchlordtales
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𝐈𝐍 π–π‡πˆπ‚π‡- He told her one thing "you ain't see shit if you wanna keep that pretty face connected to your body." She was never supposed to cross paths with Giomani "Gio" Blackwood, suit-wearing, gun-toting underboss of New York's most feared family. But one wrong night put her in his world, and Gio don't believe in coincidences. Now she's tied to the man the streets call a monster. And the craziest part? The more she learns about him, the harder it gets to hate him. Cold. Calculated. Fine as hell. Gio runs everything - and when his father steps down, he's coming for the throne. But love and loyalty don't mix in the mafia. And in Gio's world, you either with him... or you against him. Ain't no in-between. π‚πŽπŒππ‹π„π“π„πƒ & 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 π„πƒπˆπ“π„πƒ!
Street Gentleman | Dave East by Dedra_Tarese
Dedra_Tarese
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Sarye "Riya" Knowles is a certified boss in every sense of the word. At just 32, she's built a brand from scratch after walking away from a toxic relationship and raising her daughter. By day, Sarye is a thriving entrepreneur running her own cosmetic company. By night, she's the unapologetic, witty voice behind the hit podcast "Pillow Talk & Real Sh*t", where she keeps it raw and unfiltered about love, relationships, sex - and why women need to love themselves first. She's known for her infamous line: "Sis... your man is NOT in prison! Stop glamorizing struggle love" Sarye knows the harsh reality of that life. But life gets real when her wild, brutally honest best friend and co-host Josalyn dares her - to write a prison pen pal. The topic? Whether love can really be found behind bars. Thinking it's harmless content and knowing full well it's against everything she believes, Sarye agrees. It's just a letter. A joke. A teachable moment. That't until she encounters Steffon "Street" Austin, a 35-year-old inmate serving time with 15 years left on his sentence. But what starts as playful dare quickly turns into long letters, raw vulnerability, and undeniable chemistry. Street isn't who she expected. Charming. Intelligent. Business-minded. A protective energy that makes her feel safe - even from behind bars. Their connection is instant but layered with complications. Soon, Sarye finds herself sneaking to the mailbox like a teenager, rearranging her beliefs, and questioning everything she's ever preached to her listeners.
Nova by aphroditesdesires
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A gang banger and a stripper what can go wrong?...
Game Over  by blackmafiastories
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"Guys like you don't go for girls like me..." "Good thing I'm not like most guys then, huh?"
The Mafia's Doctor by aTouchOfRomance
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[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."
πˆπ‹π‹πˆπ‚πˆπ“ by _euphxric
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❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ πˆπ‹π‹πˆπ‚πˆπ“ β€’ /ΙͺˈlΙͺsΙͺt/ 𝘒π˜₯𝘫𝘦𝘀𝘡π˜ͺ𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.
Anything But Royalty. by _Iamblackgold
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Royalty isn't your average teen. She doesn't have much money, She lives in a home with a addict as a mom, She doesn't have friends and I can't forget to mention she's the mother of a 1yr old baby girl. Royalty's life has never been easy but what happens when trouble comes tumbling in and she meets someone who makes her forget the mess that she calls life? How will she react? Will this make Royalty or could this possible push her to the limit?
Strange by writtenbyniyaah
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just a typical highschool love story
Property Of Vittore Martinelli βœ“ by NVMelissa13
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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.