[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

❝You think I don't remember the last time I touched you?❞ His eyes pinned me where I stood. ❝You think time made me forget? Marry me, Chiara... and I'll remind you of every damn second.❞ New York was supposed to be Chiara Mancini's fresh start. A city loud enough to drown out her past, glamorous enough to match her designer heels, and ruthless enough to keep her quick on her feet. For a while, it worked-until the cracks began to show. Business turned cutthroat, friends became strangers, and the name she carried became more of a curse than a privilege. When the threats from her late father's mafia empire begin to close in, Chiara is forced into a world she thought she'd escaped. And waiting at the center is Ronan Paladino-razor-smart, ruinously handsome, and the one man who vanished without a trace, leaving her with nothing but the memory of a promise. Now he's the only shield between her and the vultures circling her family... on the condition she marry him. In the city that taught her survival, and the country that once taught her love, Chiara will have to decide if some wounds are meant to be healed or sealed in silence with the past they both tried to bury. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content

(Not recommended as a standalone, but I am trying to make it more standalone. Not edited.) "I can't." Those words tore the rug right from under young Ronnie Hirano's feet. At the time, he couldn't comprehend why the woman he loved rejected his proposal right as he felt everything in his life was falling into place. Giselle Vale was everything to him. Their mothers had been best friends which resulted in them growing up together. No matter how long she tried to deny it, the two of them also became best friends. Falling into orbit around one another. Secrets tend to drive themselves deep. Burrowing and breaking the things that bind us together. Sick and tired of the lies. Giselle severed things before they broke her too. Years later, fate continues to drag these two back together. In hopes of escaping the suffocating desire for a woman he believes to hate him, Ronnie joins a mission that may cost more than he is willing to give. Finding himself trapped in a mission with a man who resents him, brothers who want to fight the world, and a new recruit who has no idea what lies ahead, Ronnie begins to doubt his agreement to tag along. Learning to trust is hard. But learning to forgive may find itself to be even harder to accomplish. Especially when the person he needs to forgive most of all is himself. When Ronnie finds himself more lonely than ever, will he find the strength to keep going or will he sever the ties to everything that keeps him afloat? Pain is better than feeling nothing. And Ronnie was determined to feel absolutely everything. -- -- Work in progress.

*Disclaimer: really rough atm / unedited* New to town, sunny appearance and beaming personality. Miss Wrenley Dawson lands a job at a middle school as the receptionist. Trying to piece together her life that had fallen apart this past year, she finds herself taking over as an assistant coach for the girl's soccer team. She comes to befriend a young girl, Amelia 'Millie' Matthews, who sometimes stays a while after practices due to her father's job. Upon meeting Chase Matthews, Wren constantly has to remind herself that Chase was not a man she could allow herself to get close to even befriending him was out of the picture. But his daughter was someone she had come to adore which meant being involved with him more often than she liked. To Wren, Chase was just another controlling thorn in her side. He was demanding, annoying, and chronically tardy. And yet when his hands were on her, she found it hard to push him away. Even when he disappears the morning after. Wren wanted to believe that the only reason she kept going back to him was because of his handsome face, but truly...it was the way he took care of people, especially his daughter. -- Chase had a lot of problems to solve at the moment. One was finding his brother, hopefully alive, but every day that passed was another day where he grew less hopeful. The second problem was making sure his team remained busy and safe, this included their families as well. Having grown a soft spot for Ashlynn, a team member's girlfriend, he wanted to make sure she was no longer being hunted down. And finally, it was the never-ending encounters with Wrenley Dawson which usually began with arguing and ended with them in bed. He couldn't quite figure out how to maintain everything, but he wasn't willing to let any of these things get in the way of taking care of his daughter. She was the last thing he had of his late wife and he owed it to her. He'd owe her for the rest of his life. -- -- Work in progress~

Ashlynn Wylde. Age 22, about to be 23. She has three friends, two being family. Growing up, she was always told how odd she was. People gave away a lot with their eyes and Ashlynn was desperately avoiding the intimacy eye contact brought with it. After a terrible encounter when she was in high school, she found herself with a scar stretching from the inside of her palm all the way up to her upper arm. After seeing how much her family struggled, Ashlynn is determined to appear normal. During college, she made her first friend who also happened to be her roommate, but she counted it as an accomplishment. Always trying, she would bring her eyes to people's noses or to a space on their face as close to their eyes as possible...hoping...praying that people would never figure out that eye contact made her want to hurl. People were terrible sometimes, but Ashlynn was on the hunt for the good ones. Now, graduating college, she finds herself as the maid of honor for the only friend she managed to make. With this wedding, comes a whole lot of terrible encounters that push Ashlynn out of her comfort-zone. Most of those encounters she'd put in the same file labeled "Rylan Thatcher". A man who desperately wanted her eyes to remain on him. -- -- "Ronnie used to go on and on about how much he adored it when your eyes would focus on him when he was talking to you." His hand ran up my arm, fingers brushing over my scar. He hooked his hand under my wrist bringing it up and around his neck, our eyes connecting for a second. "I get it now." My breath caught as his hand ran along my neck, thumb pressing against my lower lip, parting them. "Under your gaze, I feel like the most important person in the world." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. My eyes fluttered shut, but he pulled back causing them to open again. A smirk pressed to the edges of his lips as he made his way lower, brushing his lips against my torso on his way down. "Eyes..." Kiss. "On..." Kiss. "Me." 100K+ words~

Arabella has sworn off all hockey boys and Nathan cannot stop arguing with his best friend's cousin. But the more he discovers about her, the harder it is to keep pretending that they hate each other. tw: sa, abuse, anxiety/panic attacks each chapter won't contain a warning so don't read this book if any of these subjects may be triggering also I am British and know nothing about skating so my knowledge of America and skating isn't the best... but enjoy! xx (I hope)

The cool night air stung her cheeks as she stumbled through the deserted alley, her heart racing with panic. The echoes of her footsteps bounced off the walls, but no matter how fast she ran, the shadows behind her seemed to close in. "Keep running, doll" a low, sinister voice called out from the darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't escape me." She halted, her breath ragged, fear rooting her in place. Her mind screamed at her to keep going, but her legs wouldn't move. And then she saw him-emerging from the shadows, his tall frame dominating the space, his cold eyes locked onto hers. "W-Why are you doing this?" she stammered, backing away slowly, her body trembling. His lips curved into a dark, amused smile. "Because you're mine, doll" His voice was calm, terrifyingly so. "And no one takes what belongs to me." Crystal is a 20-year-old, breathtakingly beautiful college student with a bright future ahead of her. Innocent, determined, and full of life, she never expected her world to be torn apart by a man like Dimitri. Dimitri Volkov is 26, a dangerously powerful mafia boss who controls everything in his path. Cold, ruthless, and obsessed, he's used to getting what he wants-no matter the cost. And now, what he wants is Crystal. Two worlds collide in a twisted game of power, fear, and obsession. Starting: 22 Oct , 2024 End : 31 Oct , 2024

"Be a good student, baby, and open your mouth for me." . . . In which 20-year-old Alyssa Silvestro decides to seduce her professor, who happens to be the older brother of her cheating ex-boyfriend. Revenge is best served cold, is what they say.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 She wants freedom, he craves control - but when their families force them into marriage, their union becomes a dangerous game of power, passion, and betrayal. ... Emilia, a mixture of Enzo and Elianna. She isn't afraid of anyone and is a headstrong force to be reckoned with. For most of her life, Emilia had only had two goals in mind: attaining her degree and finding her forever. Santo, a mixture of darkness and cruelty. He loves to be in control and is known for being the heartless leader who killed his people. For most of his life, Santo had only one goal in mind: kill anyone who gets in his way. ... A marriage between these two will result in a disaster. What will happen when the fathers of these two strike up a deal that will benefit both mafias? Will Santo stop Emilia from achieving those two goals she has in mind or will she stop him first? ・‥...━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━...‥・ A STAND-ALONE! *SLOWBURN* *MATURE* This book contains sex scenes, some inappropriate language, physical and verbal abuse which may be triggering for some readers. Please read at one's own risk as a trigger warning will not be designated at each chapter. THANK YOU FOR THESE TOP RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in enemies #1 in mafia #1 in mafiaprincess #1 in Italianmafia #1 in hate #1 in rivals #1 in slow burn #1 in lovers #1 in agegap #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in forecedmarriage #1 in sunshinexgrumpy #1 in mafiaromance #1 in darkromance All Rights Reserved

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)