When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

Ace and Dior. Everyone knew them as the two who had it out for each other for as long as anyone could remember. Always at each other's throat. The class enemies... with benefits. But what happens when they are forced to get married for a business deal. Will they kill each other before the deal or will something else happen... find out this and more in "I hate that I love you" - by yours truly. "The whole ballroom stopped dancing when they heard lightning strike except for Ace and Dior. This only meant they had to put the music up. It seemed as if the longer they danced the more the world fell apart. But they didn't care. The whole world could be falling apart and they wouldn't care. The rain got louder but they just waltzed on. Their dance went on longer than anyone would've thought but to them it seemed like not enough time. Ace twirled Dior around until the dip. His hands did not leave her waist while her leg was brought up to his side. He leaned in to kiss her as she closed her eyes letting him take lead. Right as his lips brushed hers they heard a huge drop. The chandelier fell in the hallway. She opened his eyes looking at him. He let her go but He couldn't help but sigh. There were claps from all over the room but they couldn't seem to take their eyes off each other. Dior- in another lifetime."

AVAILABLE NOW IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK! College football star Bronx Miller and pre-med major Olivia McCausland are paired as anatomy lab partners, and throughout the rocky semester the two become closer than they ever could have imagined. *** Bronx Miller is the hotshot college quarterback with a rough past. On track to make it to the NFL after graduation, Bronx is hyper focused on football, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his fun as campus's most notorious player on and off the field. While Bronx has a well-known zero commitments policy, that doesn't stop campus's queen bee, Adrianna, from desperately trying to lock him down for herself. It isn't until Bronx is paired with straight-A, pre-med student Olivia McCausland as his anatomy lab partner that he realizes he may actually want something more. Instantly drawn to her, Bronx starts to let his guard down and his playboy persona slip. Throughout a rocky semester full of study sessions, bets based on test scores, and driving wedges determined to keep them apart, Bronx and Olivia become close, realizing they're more alike than they originally thought. And when faced with turmoil, Bronx comes to learn that scars come in all forms, shapes, and sizes. If you look hard enough.

Theia Tereasi is the daughter of the Greek Mafia Leader, destined from the moment she was born, to marry Ace Usoro, the future Italian Mafia leader. From a young age, she's been tamed to be nothing more than a shadow in the world of darkness. A doe-eyed creature only meant for the pleasure of Ace. The fire in her has been suffocated, and has been shoved so far in her that she doesn't know who she is. She lives only to please Ace, and bring her father and the Greek Mafia good fortune. Ace Usoro is heartless. Dangerous. Cunning. He shoots first, then asks questions. He killed his own father to take the place of Italian Mafia King. He leads the most powerful Mafia of all time. He does not care about anyone, and he has no regrets about anything. There are some things, however, that he cannot control. Like the arrangement his father made when he was younger, ensuring him a wife once she turned eighteen. Theia's eighteenth birthday has now come. And she is to be shipped away to get married to twenty five year old Ace in Italy. Will Ace and Theia be able to find their way through the lies and deceptions that have been placed in between them? Will they be able to find love in a marriage of nothing more than unity? And most importantly, will the two of them be able to help the other find their true selves?

Copyright © 2020 by -ariscripts All rights reserved My whole body was warm, tingles were spread all around my core, and my legs were shaking as Enzo's finger kept pushing in and out of me. Cries and moans spilled out of me as I shut my eyes tightly. "Sei proprio stretta, neanche il mio dito entra dentro" ("You are really tight, not even my finger goes inside") Lorenzo said while fingering me but I couldn't say anything. ❤︎ Alaïa Lorente has suffered more than any person her age should. She's an innocent, sensitive girl who wouldn't hit a single fly. For years, she has been wishing that she would finally be freed from all the pain her father causes her. The only escape from her personal hellhole is writing. Lorenzo Mancini one of the most dangerous Italian mafia bosses in New York. He is a man of power and dominance. He is both feared and respected by many, but when he needs a wife he goes to drastic measure to get one. When these two collide, will they learn to love each other, or will they crash and burn ? Cover by @-MILKYWAYPAGES

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

The shadows have always been a safe haven for twenty-four year old Roslyn Huxley. But when the shadows start to haunt her she becomes more than a little curious as to who, or what they really are. Especially when foggy dreams of a shadow man having his way with her become a regular occurrence. The only catch? The encounters are a guilty pleasure that she wouldn't mind more of. Until one morning she discovers proof of his existence, and her sweet dreams come to a halt. Who is he? What does he want? And might he have anything to do with the mysterious deaths that have been plaguing small town Chelan, WA? While old fables and ghost stories are given a new meaning, a whole new world could change everything. As something sinister hatches behind the scenes, Roslyn is determined to find answers to the mysteries within herself as well as the ones all around her. And especially the one's that prey on her late in the night. (NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY)

"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

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

In the mafia when concerning marriage there's one rule:marry into another powerful family because here marriages aren't vows between loved ones but powerful alliances between families-between mafias. Elara Romero is the daughter of Julio Romero also known as the head of the biggest and richest Italian mafia. On new year's her father will introduce her to many of the powerful families to see which she will choose. Who does she choose?