{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23

Anastasia Ivanov inherits her father's mafia after his death, but also acquires his past enemies as well. Her father was not a good man and that left her with many debts to pay and people to kill. Alessandro De Luca is the coldest, most feared man to ever live and doesn't let shit slide. A lot of money is owed to him from Russia and he is beyond pissed. How will he react when the he finds out the leader of the Russian Mafia is already dead? Or that there is a new leader and she's ruthless as fuck. ---------- "Who the fuck are you?" I said in a low voice. She looks at me with her grey eyes, intently and long. "Don't fucking worry about it."

"Stop! You can't touch me like this... it's inappropriate," she gasped, her voice trembling as his hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts. "Why, baby girl? Aren't you the same one who's been craving me since we were kids? Besides, I'm your husband," he whispered with a devilish grin, his eyes dark with hunger. "No, you can't do this!" Her voice shook with defiance as she punched his chest, but before she could break free, his large hand covered her mouth, stifling her protests. Sometimes, the raw lust for someone... the need to possess them... can spiral into wicked desires, drowning everything in its path. And nothing-no boundaries, no walls-can stop it. Author's Note: Warning: This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sensitive content. It contains themes of abuse, manipulation. Please proceed with caution as these elements may be disturbing to some readers. This narrative explores difficult and challenging themes, and I want to ensure that readers are fully aware of the nature of the story before diving in.

*UNDER MAJOR EDITING* Book #1 of The Mafia Leaders Series Jules Salvatore knows what it means to be afraid. To run from trauma and pain. And she never wanted to feel that way again. So after two years of fight training, she's back and she's better than ever. Now when word gets out about her winning streak, Jules is recruited by a dangerous man in need of her skills. But when she accepts, she doesn't realize just how dangerous he is with not only his body, but his soul as well... Ace Montgomery was not someone you fucked around with. As the Mafia Leader, he was cold. Dangerous. Murderous. He had the power to take it all away and the power to give it back. He was untouchable...at least that's what they said. When the past comes back to haunt the present, Ace is forced to bring in some fresh new help. So imagine his surprise when the "help" is an experienced woman who frustrates, yet seduces, his every being. But, damn it all, he'd rather fight this attraction than submit to an independent woman like her. ⚠️Warning⚠️ This book was written when I was a freshman in High School. It is being rewritten and will hopefully be improved soon!

Carlisia ran as fast as her sore legs would let her. Her top was ripped and her knees scabbed from all the time she had tripped on the rough patchy ground. She tripped again, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as a stone bust her lip. She quickly got up, and continued to run. She could feel his presence. Not chasing her, no. Observing her. He was amused how she thought she could run away. Carlisia's knees buckled underneath her again, she was so tired and in so much pain. A sob escaped her lips, she couldn't take it anymore. Sniffling, she took deep breaths, trying to get up but her legs wouldn't let her. They were just too bruised. She sighed, this was it perhaps. She rolled onto her back and pushed herself up against a tree, just as a figure emerged in front of her. "Tired I see?" The dark voice said after a moment of silence. "P-please just let me go." Carlisia whispered. Her throat was dry from all the screaming earlier. "Where would you go Carlisia? Hmm? There is no where to run to." He mused as he casually strolled in front of her. Clearly amused by the situation. "Well, there are places." He said sarcastically, swatting his hand in the air for emphasis. "Just not ones where you can hide." He tusked finally looking at her straight in the eyes. "There isn't a place in this world, no nook, no cranny, where I can not get you from. I need you to understand that love." He said as he crouched in front of her and tenderly brought a strand of her loose locks to his nose and took a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes. "I will find you from any depth of this universe." he breathed out. Tears fell from Carlisia's eyes as she looked at the side, trying to push her face away from him, breathing as if a deer caught in headlights. "Well, not that I will let you leave in the first place." He chuckled, tugging at the strand as he finally opened his eyes. They were once again golden. Copyright 2021 ©

It is said that second-born sons have all the fun. This much is certainly true for Benedict Bridgerton, free from the burdens held by his eldest brother, the Viscount. One must wonder, how does the second eldest Bridgerton spend his time? To the ton's surprise, it seems a certain lady may have captured his attention this evening. Could Benedict Bridgerton, the tortured artist of the clan, finally find himself a reason to settle down? And could Madeleine Sinclair, who has until now, been doomed for a future of spinsterhood, finally find herself in a love match? ** this story may not chronologically follow the events of the show and things may be switched around in order to compliment the storyline **

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

• BOOK 1 OF THE ESZTAR SERIES • Reaching upstairs, he hurled me inside his room and closed the door harshly. I stood there shaking with fear. He looked scary. Extremely scary. He tilted his head, forming an evil grin on his face. I couldn't move. I stayed riveted to my spot silently begging him for mercy. Everything went wrong tonight. He was going to take out all the aggression on me. He always did that. To make it worse, no one was there in the house to save me. I opened my mouth to speak but was roughly slammed against the wall in a heartbeat. It happened in less than a second. My chest was pressed against his and my hands were pinned above with his one hand clasping both of my wrists while the other hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place. "What are you doing?" I let out an incredulous whisper. "Showing you the right way to dominate." And with that, he smashed his lips over mine. ~~~ Life is perfect. Until it all goes downhill. For Vittoria, it was when four insanely hot mafias kidnapped her. Vittoria Andress, a normal girl finds herself thrown into the world of mafias. Now left all alone, without her brother, her only family, she has one big task- survive. And it was anything but easy, especially with the obsessive mafia boss having hots for her. Will the merciless turn of events crush her beneath it's weight or will she rise from there ashes? WARNING : Strong language, graphic violence, abuse. May act as a trigger. #1 IN MAFIABOSS #1 IN DARK ROMANCE #1 IN HATELOVE #1 IN CRIME #1 IN SASSY #1 IN CONSORTIUM #2 IN HOT #5 IN KIDNAP #7 IN OBSESSION

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.