[Completed novella: Imperial Monarchy- starting from chapter 63 where the mafia king ended.] A/N: besties, if u choose to read this story, know that this story is being edited, read at your own risk! I warned you! --------------------------------------- i had to look up at him since he was so close to me. i backed up hitting the wall, his body pressed on mine. "you want to know why i get all worked up when i see other guys around you? do you want to know why i get so angry when you treat other guys so innocently?" i nodded my head he groaned & ran a hand through his hair "you really are clueless aren't you!" when i didn't reply he spoke again "because you make me feel things aurora! i cant control myself! every time i see another guy around you i want to rip them to shreds!" he yelled "why on earth would you feel things?! you don't even like me Leo!" i retorted "I DO!" --------------------------------- an angel meets a devil. They both were so different yet so similar. In the end they both learned the same lesson; that Love is a strength not a weakness. this story is set in a Dystopian era Where Mafias, Gangs & Mobs gained control over everything. They flipped the world upside down creating their own system. the only way to survive is to abide by their rules. Aurora Amherst. a 21 year old girl. Kind, compassionate and has a strange sense of humor. Enjoys hacking for fun. isn't scared to speak her mind. Leonidas Gambino. Leader of the Sicilian Italian Mafia; the strongest mafia on this earth. He is brutal, violent and without an ounce of mercy in his body. He is the description of the devil. He controls everything from the down low. what happens when she hacks into his Mafia's system "accidently"? This is their story. ~TW: contains dumbass M.C Very toxic, bipolar but hot love interest lastly, fights with google translate Note: there's no smutt (this story is PG)

"The necklace alone around my neck is worth a million dollars, what makes you think I'd ever fuck you for a thousand?" She shot back as he let out a deep sensual chuckle. "Smart girl" his finger pulled out from between her legs and he leaned against her neck, his breath fanning her skin. "I'd buy the entire earth to fuck you piccolina, but you know exactly what's stopping me" The stupid bet. She thought. "and what's stopping you?" She replied as his finger slipped between her full lips. "I want you to beg for it. I want those words to come out your pretty mouth before I fuck you" He pulled out his clean fingers out her mouth. "Never" x x x When Two Mafia families of New York form an alliance to protect their families, it means an arranged marriage between Lorenzo Russo and Sofia Zanetti. They may seem to hate each other and have tried to kill the other countless times but turns out they are more alike than they realise. What happens when they mindlessly form a bet which they have too much pride to lose against the other? ___ "Born a Zanetti, Die a Russo" 🔞 18+ / mature content / mention of death, blood, sensitive topics

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

!WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ---- There is this saying, or quote or whatever you want to call it, about love. "He set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her" I always thought that that was the only way to love. That that was what love was supposed to be like. Protected and warm. Let me just say, that quote is total bullshit. Love with him isn't like that at all. It's the complete opposite. He would set fire to everything, burn down all he has, including me. As long as I was in his arms at night. As long as I slept in his bed. The only thing that mattered to him, is that I was his, no matter how many times he hurt me. On purpose or by accident. It didn't matter. Because he would heal me. He was my healer. He was the only one who could heal the burns he made on my skin, because it was him. So yes, he set fire to the world around him, but he would let it consume me, only to save me just before I die and heal me the way only he could. ------- Cataleya Valentina Velez - A girl everyone seems to fall for, but all she's focused on is her study. What happens when she and her friend, Neveah Aurora North, end up in some trouble. Not just any trouble. Trouble with the Curzio's. ------- A lot of POVs between the girls! If you don't like stories with different POVs, then this story is not for you!

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.

✯✯✯ 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.

She was not born a lady, she was made one. She was not born into wealth, she was given it. Laila is a woman of the king, and she fell in love with him, the day she first met him. Whether it was the kindness he'd shown her or the charming face and body he has, the attraction was there from the start. But King Stephan is not one to reciprocate such feelings, as Laila is one of the ten women he has in his castle. If only there was a way they could grow closer...secrets, lies, pain, war...all of which tears people apart, could actually be what brings them together. *** Turning to face him, she sees his lips curling into a smile, making her heart warm and fuzzy. He slowly puts his arm around her, giving her time to refuse. When she doesn't, he pulls her against his chest. Leaning into her he whispers, "You called me by my name, back in the hallway." "I...I apologize-" "Don't...I like it." Laila feels her core clench upon hearing his words. He tilts her chin laying a kiss on her neck. Biting back her moan, she closes her eyes, feeling him suck on her skin. "Mmh!" Stephan feels her arousal placing his lips on hers, his hand traveling down pushing up her dress as he caresses her skin.* Cover by @Sachi_Stark ! ♥