Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

AGE GAP STORY!!! WARNING: SUPER CRINGEE Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind. that's when someone else grabbed her hand, someone way older and dominating. Nikolai petrov, the Don of the Russian mafia and someone Beverly knew since she was a kid. *Secrets unfold, masks fall off and the past reveals itself*

*cringe alert, read at your own risk* 'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT' The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil in an Armani suit. His names whisper is enough to make any many leave the country and never look back. But what happens when a series of unfortunate events in his life make him tumble in the life of the most perfect angel he's ever seen. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 is the kindest and the most precious soul one can ever come across. Her blissful and radiant aura attracts everyone towards her. But will she be able to soften the heart of this devil or will he corrupt her innocence? ___________________________________ "Such a pretty baby, tsk tsk. Look at you begging for me to touch you" He brushed his nose against mine. His warm calloused hands drawing small patterns on my naked tummy. Darius's plump warm lips sucked on my neck making me tug his jet black hair. "You're so precious. So fucking perfect and all mine"

Travis Swanson loved playing the guitar. He'd been doing it since he was a child, he loved acoustic for a slow and romantic feel, he loved electric when he craved the loud sound that tuned his muted heart. He was studying music, but he needed to pump out his general education credits which he wasn't so successful with. So he signs up for a tutor to help him, specifically in literature. Her name was Hailey Aspen. Bookworm. Kind. And everything Travis was curious about. How will this cheesy predicament work out?

Dahlia Pickett, a 24 year old dime, had a familiar, traumatic experience at work as she is a bartender. She calls up her friend, ex-coworker Carly and pleads to go to a club and dance her pain off. Carly ends up hooking up with a girl, leaving Dahlia alone. Walking home she peers into an alleyway where a man was beating another to a pulp, her body frozen, not because of a possible murder, in reality she could care less but he sees she saw what he'd done. She was scared for herself. With her heart racing how would this man be involved with the rest of her life knowing she witnessed his crime?

Jessie Cross is a typical bad boy with the title. He loves cars and racing and is basically an adrenaline addict. He loves tattoos, music, the women. His friends and him hung out at this one bar often but this particular brunette who appeared uncomfortable caught his eye. Sailor Kate was the pretty girl who drowned herself in books- romance addict- and she was too lonely to leave her awful friends. One night they dragged her to a car race and she sat alone by her car, bored out of her mind. When a man came up to her she became uncomfortable but didn't know how to wave him off until a boy did it for her. How do they proceed after?

Maisie never expected her quiet life as a schoolteacher to collide with Tucker's - a gruff firefighter carrying more scars than he lets show. But when a call for help brings them together, everything begins to change. On Tucker's peaceful farm, with wide skies and creaking porch swings, Maisie finds a kind of stillness she didn't know she needed. And Tucker, long used to solitude and silence, discovers what it means to be truly seen. Slowly, gently, they begin to untangle the pain in each other's pasts, drawn closer by shared glances, soft laughter, and the growing comfort of something like home. As love roots itself between them, unexpected turns reshape their world - bringing both challenge and grace in equal measure. Together, they learn that family can be something you build with your hands and heart. A moving, quiet love story about healing, trust, and the kind of life you choose - one moment, one morning, one person at a time.

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.