College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

They were known as the two rivals. Since attending the academy at such a young age together, both Kye Santiago and Aliyah Perez, - the heirs to their mafias- have hated each other, and everyone knew. Until one day, their parents agreed for them to get married, joining the two mafias together. Kye and Aliyah have to learn to get along, showing the world that they were perfect together. The marriage has torn them apart even more, but has brought them even closer. ✥ ✥ ✥ ~Mature Content!~ Be warned this book contains language, mature scenes, and violence! All these characters and plot belong to me.

"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩." In 2007, a grieving ex basketball player, Aurelia Giordano reunited with the boy she spent her whole life hating. What she didn't know was that he couldn't be with her. Not because he hated her, but because of something deadlier than that. Can the young mafia Don change for her or will their love end up hurting her in the process? -P.S. I Still Want You

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

It's the arranged marriage from hell. A deal with the devil. 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐕, daughter of the Bratva's feared Pakhan, knew she wouldn't marry for love. But she never expected she'd be dragged down the aisle toward the Mafia's arrogant, devilish playboy either. 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is the devil too proud to wear a disguise. Morally bankrupt and cocky as hell, he's every good girl's nightmare. He gets off on chaos, bleeds temptation, and kills for fun. Marriage is the very last thing he wants. Especially to a stubborn, uptight, and (worst of all) 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 Russian princess. Nothing can make the torture of monogamy worth it. Until he discovers his innocent little wife has an innocent little secret. Irina has spent her life in a gilded cage, molded to be the perfect daughter, all grown up into the perfect wife. Always doing what's expected, never asking for more. But she's always craved adventure. Ached for the thrill. Maybe her daredevil of a husband can give it to her... that is, if they can survive each other first. Because it's a deal with the devil until the day the devil bleeds for you. If only she didn't have that one last nasty secret. The one that could ruin everything. ╋━ Proud Devil is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 3 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMING SOON! ]

A man claimed by the devil. A woman claimed by no one. Until him. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 is a monster. His family relies on him to torture and kill. It's his birthright, curse, and the most delicious punishment for a gluttonous sinner. He's no stranger to violence and depravity. Soldier of the Romano crime family, he might be stranger to everything else. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐄 is an outcast, the hidden gem of the Genovese crime family, shunned by her father and forgotten by the world. She's utterly alone, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kidnapped by the man with dark eyes, tattoos, and a soul to match. And he isn't planning on letting her go. The deviant killer with the angelic name, her intended torturer, the devil of the underground. Santo is quickly becoming something to Nina that seems impossible, something that neither of them are ready for. She threatens to uproot everything he's always known and been, and when secrets are revealed, when demons come out to play, it's not only a matter of how willing Santo and Nina are to salvage something that seems to be the only beautiful corner of both their worlds. It's a matter of whether any kind of beauty can survive in a world so dark. ✚ Dark Saint is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, dark mafia romance with mature content and dark themes. Read at your own discretion. [ Book 1 in the Romano Brotherhood Series | COMPLETED ✔ ] Featured on @Romance Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered

"𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞" 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅. "𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞" 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄-" -+-+-+- Roman Anderson is the Vice-President of Romero Inc. While he built his reputation and status upon this company, the inheritance and property's left behind by his parents are starting to become an issue with the sudden marriage of his younger brother. In order to inherit, Roman must find a wife and Isabella just seems to be his perfect victim. Isabella Cortez thought she has nothing to lose from this marriage. Well actually she had everything to lose, and it is all because of a photo. In hopes to keep a stable life for her younger brother, she agree's to a hidden marriage with her boss and vice-president of the company, Roman Anderson. But marrying into wealthy brings danger. Dangers that even the rich and powerful have no control over.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK