Bianca Romano, a regular 19 year old college student studying to become a nurse, working two jobs to care for her disabled mother. Giancarlo Bartolo, an anything but regular 21 year old soon to be Mafia leader, heartless, cares for no one but himself. What happens after Giancarlo has to save Bianca from his rival Mafia's? Will he finally learn to love someone other than himself? Will Bianca learn to accept the new world she was kidnapped into? I don't warn when there are sexual scenes because I think it ruins the flow of the book. I hope you all enjoy! TW: Abuse, guns, fighting, drugs, sexual scenes, vulgar language

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

Mia, a spirited 18-year-old, she loves to see good in every people no matter what, and has always believed in love. Mia's life in her small coastal town has always been predictable-morning shifts at the café, lazy evenings at the beach. But everything shifts when she meets Vincenzo, a mysterious and grumpy stranger who appears one night, staring at the raging waves with a look that speaks of a thousand untold stories. Against her better judgment, Mia strikes up a conversation. Vincenzo Russo Romano also known as "The Snake", the Italian mafia boss, exudes danger with every step. His piercing gaze and commanding presence make everyone instinctively turn the opposite direction, fearing the consequences of crossing his path but she never did because she believes the good in people. Their paths collided, two souls from different worlds brought together by chance. people Mia's sunshine-like optimism clashed with Vincenzo's grumpy demeanor. what is going to happen next? scene from story He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward a black car parked nearby. I dug my heels into the ground. "ARE YOU KIDNAPPING ME RIGHT NOW?!" Vincenzo gave me a look. The kind of look that said I was wasting precious time. "Mia." He opened the car door. "Get in." I crossed my arms. "No. I refuse. I am not getting in a car with you, Vincenzo. Not after what just happened! I want answers! Who were those guys? Why are people shooting at us?! And most importantly-" I pointed at his gun, "-WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN LIKE YOU'RE IN A MAFIA MOVIE?!" He sighed like I was a dramatic child throwing a tantrum. Me?! Dramatic?! I was literally just shot at! Then, before I could blink- He picked me up. Like I weighed nothing. "VINCENZO, PUT ME DOWN!" He ignored me. Threw me into the passenger seat like a damn sack of flour. I gasped. "YOU DID NOT JUST-" Click. He slammed the door shut, trapping me inside. Oh. He did.

the worst kind of heartbreak is the first book to the born broken series, it is an enemies to lovers story about two teens who met in middle school. The story follows Fallon Emery, a girl who was bullied to the point of gaining an eating disorder by the boy she thought was her forever. Keaton Ridge, a boy who has been broken since his father committed suicide when he was ten. Fallon ~ I never thought I'd trust anyone again. I'd built my wall up and it wasn't coming down for anyone. Then I met Keaton Ridge. He appeared in my life and quickly became the only thing I had left that kept me going. But he turned on me. He's spent years torturing me and ruining me. Now i'm different, skinny and maybe a little stronger. He might think I owe him something because the pain he caused me made me strong, but I owe him nothing. This year will be different. I'm done taking shit from Keaton, it's his turn to hurt. Keaton ~ I never wanted to hurt her, I just had to. It was a choice I made out of fear for ending up like my father. I wanted more for myself than that. But Fallon was like a wave of an emotion I'd never experienced before. I thought making her hate me would make me hate her, but it only brought us both pain. She might have given up on me, but I'm ready now. I'm getting my girl, and i'm getting my vengeance on my father's best friend too for everything he screwed up. I'll fight until I'm six feet under if I have to. She's always been mine and I've always been hers. Her and I are more alike than she might think, I was scared to love her for years. Only now that she's the one who is scared, I've never been more ready. TW: This is a semi-dark romance that speaks about harsh topics such as sexual assault, sexual harassment, suicide details, self harm (in detail), sexual content, mature scenes, eating disorders (a lot), bullying, harsh language, and death.

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."