Fourteen years old girl named Elizabeth Romano lived with her father until he got killed, only then she learned that he wasn't her real dad. Elizabeth...called Lissy for short, finds out that she was kidnapped when she was little and that she actually has family. Will they accept their long lost sister and will Lissy trust them with her secrets? 1. book "Lissy Romano" 2. book "Romano Siblings" •1 Million reads in January 2024• •All rights reserved. This book is copyrighted by the author and may not be used, reproduced, or distributed without explicit permission. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of any part of this book is prohibited and may lead to legal consequences.• 100K reads (11.07.2023) 200K reads (27.07.2023) 300K reads (12.08.2023) 400K reads (30.08.2023) 500K reads (20.09.2023) 600K reads (19.10.2023) 700K reads (15.11.2023) 800K reads (09.12.2023) 900K reads (01.01.2024) 1M reads (25.01.2024) #1 daddyissues (04.08.2023) #1 littleprincess (04.08.2023) #1 brothers (04.08.2033) #1 longlostsister (04.08.2023) #1 siblings (04.08.2023) #1 sister (04.08.2023) #1 lissy (06.08.2023) All pictures are from the Pinterest.

**UNDER EDITING** Vogue, a 23-year-old recent nursing graduate, had been searching for a job for the past three months. Despite her aspirations of becoming a pediatric nurse, she applied for a caretaker position she found during her job search, without much hope. Little did she know that her soon-to-be boss was not just a 70-year-old man, but a millionaire businessman at an up-and-coming tech company. Calian, a 27-year-old ruthless businessman, has built a formidable reputation and has no interest in falling in love , or having a caretaker. After relentless pushing from one of the only family members he can tolerate, Granny Anna, he reluctantly agrees. Little does he know, his new caretaker wasn't just a 50 year old veteran nurse, but a doe-eyed girl he couldn't help but fall for.

Hope. Such a trivial thing but if given, it could be the best or the worst thing that happened to you. Evianna Rose Romano. Daughter of the Italian Mafia. Kidnapped at the age of 4 and she was fed with lies that her family died in a fire. She endured years of torture until one day she had enough, she escaped and has been on the run ever since. Now, Evianna Rose Knight. The number one assassin named Fiero. She is the youngest millionaire with a jewellery company called Daritone. With the help of her chosen family, the Greek and Spanish Mafia will ensure her safety. What happens when the arrival of a new student in school looks like her and happens to be wearing the exact same necklace that is all too familiar to Evianna. The only thing she had left of her 'dead' family. Secrets are unveiled. The past has risen. The future awaits. ------- "Let's go back to my place. I think there's a few better ways to end this night than getting shot by your brothers," I told her, standing up with me carrying her bridal ways to my car. "Let's see if there's any difference from the last time you fucked me. You might have lost your touch amore from a year of blue balls," she said jokingly which earned her a glare from me. "Oh, I know I haven't. In fact, you won't be walking for months once I'm done with you. Both of us are going to have fun releasing the year long sexual frustration," I said to her while she blushes.I bent down to whisper, "And you're going to take it like the good girl you are bebé,"

Anneliese is an empathetic, goofy, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to discover herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

19 year old Ray gets abused by her foster parents that don't want anything to do with her. She's in her fourth year of university planning to become a doctor. Ray is extremely smart, known for her kindness and most of all, she's very shy. 21 year old Ace is a quiet and dangerous gangleader. He's never been seen with friends, smiling, or even talking. He's majoring in business, but everyone knows about his most known gang in the country, therefor he is feared by everyone. What happens when Ray bumps into a walking wall named Ace King in her vulnerable state? What causes Ace to start questioning this 19 year old?

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

This is my first story. Very excited very nervous:) ********************** My doll deserves to be in a fucking dollhouse, so a dollhouse she gets. I clear my throat, trying to shake off the daze she's put me in."You know," I start, leaning forward with a smirk, "it's almost unfair how you make everything else in here look dull in comparison." She arches a perfectly shaped brow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere." "Won't it?" I challenge, resting my chin on my hand. "Because if I keep going, I bet I can at least get you to blush." She scoffs, but the faintest hint of pink creeps up her cheeks. "You're ridiculous." "And you're stunning," I counter effortlessly. "So I guess we're even." ---------------------------- Iliana Lopez is a ball of sunshine wrapped in designer heels and razor-sharp wit. A self-made powerhouse, she built her empire with nothing but ambition, talent, and a refusal to take no for an answer. Rich, beautiful, and always the smartest person in the room, she has it all on paper. But beneath the effortless charm and biting sarcasm lies a past she'd rather forget. Zaden King: He built his empire with fire, knives, and an iron will. A world-renowned chef with restaurants across the globe, he's as brilliant in the kitchen as he is impossible to deal with outside of it. The epitome of a brooding, grumpy man but he wasn't always this way. Once a cheerful, playful child and a proud mama's boy, his world shattered the day he lost his mother. The tragedy marked a turning point in his life, steering him down a darker path filled with alcohol, wild parties, and girls. But even amidst the chaos, Zaden found his footing. When they both meet, in each other they just might find their golden hour.

This book is a sequel to His Favorite Distraction. You can read this as a stand-alone but I do suggest you read His Favorite Distraction first! ●○●○●○●○● Enzo Marconi is Dominic Moretti's right-hand man-lethal, serious, and as intimidating as they come. Lucy Winters is a whirlwind of laughter, endless charm, and dangerously persistent flirtation. When Lucy sets her sights on Enzo, the stoic enforcer finds his carefully controlled world turned upside down by a woman who refuses to back down. She challenges his silence with her sunshine and warmth, and he meets her fire with his gruff protectiveness. But when enemies threaten the fragile peace between them, they must decide if their reckless hearts can survive a world that demands they stay apart. ●○●○●○●○● Dominic stared. "You're freaking out." "No," I said. "I'm thinking." "About?" "About where to get the safest crib on the market. And bulletproof nursery windows. And how fast I can replace the locks on Lucy's apartment. Again." Dominic blinked. Then grinned. "Oh, you're really in it now." "I'd die for her," I said, very simply. "But I'd kill for that baby." Dominic whistled low. "Jesus. You're already nesting." "I am not." "You absolutely are. You're one Pinterest board away from painting a nursery." "I don't know what Pinterest is." "Liar." ●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 22,843

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228