An Arewa girl. An Edo man. One office. One trip. And a love that was never supposed to happen. When Arewa meets ambition Amina Abdullahi's calm world collides with her boss, Ameer Otaru, the man every woman fears and desires. One trip to Paris changes everything...

Alessio Antoniansaz, leader of the Romanian Mafia, walks up to the doorstep of that one man he hates the most, loathes his guts like anything and wears the taste of the felt poison on his sleeves like an old friend, crawling over his skin like a pet snake, biting the enemy over any possible harm. What happens when confronting him about the unpaid debt and the abuse lashed upon his family, the father offers his daughter for marriage as payback? What happens when he quotes that she will be a devoting, loving wife, will do as he says, will work for him as he says and agree to every term and condition laid by her husband. What happens when shoving his daughter, Avelina, to the most ruthless of mafia bosses, does Alessio do? What happens when one look that he lands on the girl turns into immediate burning hatred, enough to startle her the first night - even before marriage - with unforgivable memories that would haunt her day and night, linger over her skin and be hot enough to melt a lit candle within a few seconds. What happens when Alessio makes his wedding vows in front of the priest himself, promising Avelina no good memories, no good times and no sweet nothings, but only pain, hatred and betrayal. Will this forceful marriage, with promises made to hate her, ruin her, destroy her and fucking end her while keeping her forcefully alive........ will it remain till the end of times? Will the hot fire keep burning like no other....... or will it blow out to re-ignite a much hotter flame - one full of love? What would happen down the line? Alessio Antoniansaz, and, Avelina Howardson. #Avelessio By A.ZChaudhry. Author of, "The Mafia And His Lost Queen." and "I Still Miss You."

Obviously a lot of profanity, don't read if you're not a sexual person. WARNING for the mature Short stories

•Rank #6th in Devakshi on 10.12.18 •Winner Of Royally Your Awards 2017. Sonakshi is a happy, hard working and confident 24 years old girl and Dev a filthy rich and only understand the language of money and power. Everything changed one evening when she met Dev Dixit after receiving 1 million dollar cheque from him. Fate wanted to mix these two people together and create a lot of love, excitement, lust and intense feelings. (MOSTLY MATURE CONTENT)

She let out a quiet moan in her mind, so subtle, so soft. One only he could hear. Fuck. Malachi's eyes darkened instantly, & for a moment, the room seemed to stop around them. His body stiffened, his jaw tightening. His pupils flared, the cold mask of indifference slipping just for a heartbeat. Stop, he commanded in her mind, but his voice was strained. She didn't back down. Instead, she let the thought linger, savoring the sensation as it twisted in the air between them. Are you sure? she sent back. Her lips curled into a smug smile as he stood. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Damn it, Nyxara. His hands gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. The pulse in his neck throbbed with tension. He stood abruptly, the movement drawing the attention of a few nearby students, but Nyxara didn't care. Without a word, Malachi turned & disappeared silently out of the hall. His mind was closed off now, & Nyxara could feel the wall he put up between them. Nyxara sat still for a moment, letting the satisfaction of her small victory settle over her. But her curiosity drove her to stand up & follow him. She moved quickly through the halls, weaving through students lingering from the meal. As she rounded the corner near the hallway to the dorms, she saw him. She reached out to touch him, but Malachi yanked her against him, his hand threading into her hair, pulling her face toward his with a desperate urgency. His lips crashed onto hers, hungry & fierce. The kiss was nothing like the gentle teasing from before. It was raw, messy, untamed. He kissed her with an intensity that made her head spin, his lips moving against hers in a rush, as though he couldn't get enough. Their lips were messy, clashing together in a frenzy. There was no grace, no elegance. She couldn't tell who was kissing who anymore, the boundary between them blurring as they gave into the overwhelming desire building between them.