Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. Calculated eyes. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

He's the mafia prince who rules every room he enters. She's the scholarship student who doesn't even know his name. Luca Russo's ego is a weapon. As heir to a ruthless empire, he commands fear and worship with a glance. Women are ornaments. Men are pawns. The world exists to bend to his will. Until he meets Amara. Sweet, soft, and buried in a library book, she spills her things at his feet. When he helps her-a king condescending to a peasant-she offers only a polite, distracted smile before walking away. She doesn't recognize him. She isn't impressed....she's just polite. He didn't want polite. For the first time in his life, Luca is seen as a variable amongstothers. And it ignites a dark, possessive fire within him. He will have her. He will make her see him. He will consume the very innocence that makes her blind to his shadow. Now, the most dangerous man in the city is obsessed with the one woman who didn't look twice. And he'll tear apart her sunny, mundane world just to prove she's always been his. Welcome to an obsession where the greatest insult was her indifference... and the only prize will be her surrender. A/N : I'm trying to make a darker and more smutty version of "The girl who didn't look". This book is also extremely vulgar.

Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

BROKEN PRODIGY I Following the passing of their mother, the now orphaned Di Genova siblings found themselves slowly unravelling. With a distrusting mafia empire to run and personal heartbreak to mend, all attention to the youngest Di Genova disappeared leaving the distraught six-year-old to fend for herself. After two long years of unexplained cold shoulders, cruel dismissals and general abandonment from her siblings, child prodigy Dakoda Reese Di Genova finally reached her breaking point. At the tender age of eight, she made the difficult decision to leave behind her family and Italian roots, embarking on a new journey not as the Dakoda her family knew but as the Reese they did not. Fast forward a decade, Reese had cemented her place in history. As the anonymous CEO of the biggest technology company in the world and sole Heir to the American mafia empire, she had buried the past in the same grave she had buried her heartbreak. She had moved on. Her four brothers hadn't. And it was going to take a lot more than them spewing out the same apologies she too had once offered, in order for her to forgive their everlasting betrayal.

BOOK ONE OF THE ELITE SERIES. After being expelled for the third time, this time for breaking a misogynistic teacher's bones, the secret billionaire heiress Adrianna Saint Laurent has made a deal with her father to attend St Vincent's Academy in her hometown New York City. However, not as an elite she is but rather as a scholarship student. She has a month to prove herself that she is capable of handling and controlling everything on her own. What she didn't expect was to be friends with the four richest boys of the academy, increasing the risk of her identity being found out. Can she survive a month without wrecking any chaos and hiding her identity? But one thing is sure, she hasn't gone anywhere and maintained peace. Chaos is bound to break out. re-written ✔ [ 1 in #projectbadassgirls ] [ 1 in #privateschool ] [ 1 in #projectrichkids] [ 1 in #wealthy ] [ 1 in #elites] [ 1 in #rich] [ 2 in #teenromance ]

Jordyn Rivers. Twenty year old soccer player with a mouth of a sailor and an attitude that would give Regina George a run for her money. When she gets accepted into California State University along with her two best friends, she can't wait to be released into the American college life. To have fun, be free, and of course - continue playing varsity soccer. Arriving at college, she inevitably stumbles across Jace Parker. All star basketball player, captain of the varsity team. Professional player on and off the court. Walks, talks, breaths and probably sleeps like he's the shit. And he is. Girls want him and guys want to be like him. The two hot heads cross paths, and long story short, it's hate, and electric attraction at first sight. They say you can't fight fire with fire. Two sports. Two pro-athletes. One goal. And a whole lot of tension. Winner takes all. Things are bound to get real dirty. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 「A COLLEGE SPORTS ROMANCE 」 「 ON HOLD 」 ✦ 𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ✦ #1 on collegelife - 07/01/21 #1 on rivalry - 20/03/22 #3 on athlete - 28/11/21 #4 in athletic - 22/03/21 #8 on badassreads - 01/02/21 #8 on soccer - 17/12/21 CONTENT WARNING: this book includes mature themes such as sex, alcohol and language. Mature readers only. This book supports: @BadassReads @ProjectBadBoy @ProjectBadassGirls

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?