Being married is wonderful when it's your choice. But being married against your will is far from pleasant. Now, imagine being married to the two most dangerous men in Italy-not exactly anyone's dream. That is exactly how Caramella feels when she discovers her family has signed her life away. Yet, part of her wonders if it might be worth it. But how much is it really worth when past secrets and old conflicts start to surface? Will she survive the chaos, or will the power and danger of her husbands consume her completely? 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 Read on to find out.

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

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this story is about two twins well not siblings just cousins inspired from sinners... still here want to know more keep reading ..

Black Female OC X Mikealson' Men & Salvtore Brothers Soulmate and reincarnation Story ✨ Contains smut/mature content 😌 ‼️I do not own the vampire diaries or the originals characters and all recognition and acknowledgement goes to the creators ‼️ She spent her life yearning for a love that consumed, a devotion that would burn the world to ashes if it meant keeping her safe. In her world, such love only existed in fiction in the dangerous, broken men of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Finn, Damon, Stefan the ones who were always too much, too wild, too intense for the women who turned away. But when betrayal steals her life too soon, she awakens in their world, reborn in a universe where soulmates are real and they are hers.

Is everything really soft ? @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ©

An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"

When two opposites attract

Reina Carvalho has never been like her sisters. She lives for the boxing ring, chasing the title of the world's best fighter. Her greatest rival? Rafael Moretti-the mafia heir, a top-three champion boxer, and one of the most dangerous men in all of Italy. Obsessed enough to offer her training, Rafael is as ruthless as he is impossible to ignore. He could be the key to her rise... or the reason she burns. Passion. Rivalry. Legacy. Some crowns are forged in fire.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.