"He took my life. I took his control." When a nightclub owner is kidnapped by Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, captivity turns into a dangerous test of will, desire, survival, and maybe a little bit of love. ... Luciana Moretti built her empire in neon lights and loud music; not blood and violence. When she's kidnapped from her own nightclub and forced into a marriage with Chicago's most feared mafia don, she becomes a prisoner in a world ruled by his power and obsession. But Luciana was never meant to be owned, and she will escape no matter the cost. Salvatore Valenti doesn't chase. He takes. As Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, he's used to being feared, obeyed, and desired. But the woman who owns his favourite nightclub never even looked at him and that was her biggest mistake. He saw her that night he and decided she belonged to him. Marriage isn't a proposal to him. It's a sentence. ... But in a marriage with undeniable fire between them, is Luciana's real danger being trapped with him or falling for him? *** Top rankings: #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in mafialove #1 in betrayal #1 in eroticromance #1 in obsession #1 in possessive #2 in romance #2 in forcedmarriage #3 in mafia #3 in darkromance

A sequel to 'Her Father's Bodyguard' After six months without her beloved bodyguard, Lara makes the brave decision to chase him half-way across the world in order to redeem what they've lost. But will Noah be as happy to see her as she is him? ⚠️ If you found the previous book to be on the verge of your comfort zone then please be advised that this one is worse!

Eighteen-year-old Lara spent her teenage years hating Noah - the ex-SAS assassin that her father hired for protection. A rough, aggressive and overprotective presence like Noah's is the last thing a girl needs whilst trying to sneak out to clubs and frat parties. So to Lara, Noah was no more than an obstacle blocking these teenage dreams, and to him, she was nothing more than an inconvenience. But when her world flips upside down and she's left with no one to trust but him, Lara's feelings towards Noah begin to shift. How will their forced proximity reshape their relationship, and how far will Noah's loyalty to her father bend under the temptation of this eighteen-year-old girl now thrust into his care? ⚠️ Contains explicit details of adult themes and a significant age gap (18-32) ⚠️

Mahnoor was a second-year history student. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and never afraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework focused on the lives of powerful figures who had shaped India's history. That was when she discovered him. An emperor unlike any other, undefeated in war, feared by rival rulers, praised by historians, yet infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she read about him, the more her hatred for him grew. It was clear to her that the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugarcoating his brutality. To Mahnoor, his name was soaked in blood. One afternoon, while sitting in the university library, she seethed to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, rather, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rainy street in Mumbai, her car nearly hit an old woman who was crossing the road. Mahnoor quickly got out to confront her, but before she could speak, the old woman looked straight into her eyes and cursed her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will shatter because rebellion there means death.

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.

She's in her final year. Nine months until graduating from one of the top universities in the country. That is, until they walk into her life. Respected. Controlling. Obsessive. From the moment they saw her, she was theirs. They see her potential. They see her future. And they'll stop at nothing to make sure it belongs to them. FxMxM

Wattpad said "NOPE", no more new chapters in my first book. 😂 Apparently, it's too long already, so I had to create a new book to continue Ceres's story. Hahaha! So yes, this is the continuation! 🎉 📌 To all new readers: You really, really need to read the first book before this one, otherwise, nothing here will make sense. Like, at all. 😂 #CeresChroniclesContinue #TooLongForWatty #ReadBookOneFirst #TrustTheProcess

Ceres was the villain in her half-sister Ciena's love story, doing everything to sabotage their relationship. On their wedding day, she arrived in a gown grander than the bride's, basking in the chaos she caused. But fate had other plans. Outside the church, a runaway truck barreled toward the crowd. She should have been safe-until she saw a little girl in danger. Without hesitation, she saved the child, only to be struck and killed herself. Instead of hell, she woke up as the widowed Empress of a crumbling kingdom-a woman with her face but none of her privilege. Once a spoiled brat, she now had to rule a dying empire. Could she rise as a true Empress, or was she doomed to fall once more?

"Then, Remove your blouse," Vikram's voice was low yet there was an unmistaken command. She instantly looked up in horror "V-v we are in public area, Anyone can see us" "Windows are tinted" he said flatly. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. Heat instantly wrapped Tara's cheek. For a moment he studied her face blankly, cheeks crimson, eyelashes fluttering. But then without any hint of shame he said,"Good, now remove!" Unconsciously she bit her lip and then while giving up slowly she began to undo her strap. Her fingers trembled at the place. A slight smirk formed in his lips as he teased her, "Bad girl, not even wearing a bra." "I-it's nothing like that, it's just my blouse is padded," she defended herself but was completely losing composure before his hunting eyes. Her movements were painfully slow and just as his patience broke, He slowly leaned forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it down. She was sitting half naked in front of him, her eyes instantly widened and she tried to cover her body with her small hands as he was roaming his predetory eyes all over her body . But still her hands didn't helped much. His eyes were fixed at one place. At her chest. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked. Confusion and Hunger was flickering in his eyes. __________ Now should I write the whole book in this little description or what?? ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Vikram Singh Chauhan ,34 years old unmarried ,ruthless man. The sarpanch of the village. Who never begs. Who never bows. But what happens when the same man bows for his brother's wife. The same man gets dangerously obsessed to the woman he shouldn't. Not accepted by the society but already wrote by the fate. Will there be any mercy for two hearts? ______________ For early updates follow me on Stck and Rowllr. Link is in my bio.

Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***