The mention of his name is enough to bring all who know him to their death bed. He is the Don of the Italian Mafia, one man feared by many. He has led with an iron first fist, but what will happen when he meets the one woman who will bring out a side of him he never knew existed? What will he do when his own mother has sworn to rather be dead than have him be with a woman below her standards? She is innocent, lovely and a friend to all. She lives in her own little fairytale world where everyone is nice and good. What will happen when she falls in love with the Don of the Italian mafia? How will she survive in their world where everyone has a hidden agenda and do not all mean well? Will she learn to survive in his world and lead with him, or will she choose her life and safety "If looks could kill, I am sure Marco would be dead by now. Relax Andro, she is not yours" "You are wrong Matteo, she became his the moment he set eyes on her" 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 ©All Rights Reserved

Author : Yeonim Translator : Andr33a87C This book is non-profit. Please don't sell it. The picture is from the manga 'Stigma' by Doo Down. All credits goes to them. When "Dolrawee" is forced to become the sugar baby of a young mafia boss named "Alan," who already has several sugar babies under his care, Dol doesn't intend to become Alan's favorite. He only wants money to pay off his father's debts and support his own education. Dol thought he could abide by the rules that Alan set, of course. But in the end, he broke the last rule: he fell in love with Alan. If Alan finds out about this, what will Dol do? And will Alan remove Dol from being a kept boy under his care? "I don't really like inexperienced people." "But I will learn and make you satisfied." Note: Dol is Kla's friend in the story "Love Through Live." Alan is the new arms dealer replacing Kamol, and he is the arms dealer for The Four Tigers group... and a sugar daddy:))

Silent chains An Obedient Girl. A Dangerous Man. A Silence Too Loud to Ignore. Aarya has never spoken a word. A twenty one year old Born mute and forbidden by her cruel family to learn sign language, her life has always been quiet - not peaceful, but silenced. Hidden away in an attic, unloved and abused while her stepsister is pampered like royalty, Aarya's only survival tool is obedience. She never questions, never resists... until one night, fate places her in the wrong place at the worst time. She witnesses a brutal murder committed by the city's most feared mafia boss, Luca De Rossi - a twenty eight year old man known for leaving no witnesses alive. But when he finds her cowering in fear, trembling and tear-streaked, he spares her life. Barely. A story of forced proximity, power and vulnerability, slow-burning connection, and a girl who can't speak... but says everything without words. ---

|STEAMY ROMANCE| 18+ "Oh, how bad I want to corrupt you, ruin you. But you're not ready for that." As much as I want her beneath me, writhing, begging me to stop. There is a time and a place for all that, which now is not the time nor place. A blush forms on her cheeks as she looks away. I put my finger under her chin and gently lift her face. "Look at me, my love. I want to see those beautiful cherry cheeks of yours." I love how responsive she is to me. Seeing her blush and shy away from me is one of my favorite things about her. "Stop, Ansel," she giggled. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to remain unfazed". I find it amusing that she is completely unaware of the power she has over me. God, if we didn't have to leave, I would've shown her what she does to me. "I'm not going to apologize, my love. You make me want to give you the world, yet corrupt that innocent aura you have. Let's go, darling, we are going to be late." I take her hand and guide her to the passenger side of the door, opening it, allowing her to climb into the car. Walking to the drivers' side, I get in making sure she is buckled, before buckling myself. Once I see her buckled, I start the car, putting my hand on her thigh. When Emory Miller attracts Ansel Dubois' attention, things are destined to happen.

"YOU ARE MINE , LIKE IT OR NOT." Mr. Maximilian is the type of guy who does not take a "no" for an answer lightly. His anger issues are worse compared to a normal person. He is used to getting what he wants willingly or unwillingly. Anny Palmer Mathew, a 22 year old woman, whose entire life has been dictated to her since birth, finds it hard to continue living . All her life she has been despised by her biological father and brothers simply because she is weak. Being fed up, The only way she thinks out of her misery is to elope and never come back. Finally, When she thinks she has succeeded, her dreams come crumbling down by the sudden resignation information from her work. It kind of put her at a tight spot. Their beauty company was going down the drain, and her bosses decided to cut off some of their employees. Unfortunately she wasn't lucky enough to stay. She loved Australia more and wanted to hang out a little bit longer henceforth she decides to look for another job. She got employed by the help of a stranger, Mis Christine. A nanny job wasn't in her vocabulary,yet she needed it for her bills. Little did she know that she was going to be working for a multi-billionaire and a well respected member of the society. That was not until she crossed paths with Mr. Maximilian on a particular day, messing her chances up. Mr. Maximilian gave her a second chance thus their lives took another path that leads her into a more complicated and a dangerous one. Their closeness became toxic passion that none of them could let go. The fates of the two becomes intertwined with each other's past engraving memories hard to forget and unable to destroy. This story has more of sex-slave parts, torture, BDSM, territorial demands, drug usage, gangs sex maniac people and deceit. Hope you like it. Feel free to comment about the story, let's be co-writers, and I'll take it into consideration.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰ "What's that?" she reached up for him, his face in her palm as she examined whatever was there. She pressed on it, and it kind of stung. "Did that hurt?" "Not really," he muttered. "Are you sure?" and he nodded. "It looks a bit swollen. It might've come from when you hit the ground or, something... I don't even know. It's just a small bruise, though, so I guess it's okay?" "Thanks, Doctor," he teased, and she pouted, the warmth of her skin leaving as she settled back into her seat. "How is it my fault you like to fight?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and he fully leaned in. His hand was no longer on the edge of the back cushions; rather, it had moved to her thigh. "How is it my fault you look good tonight?" he whispered in her ear. "Girls like you make me love to fight." ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ After leaving his short-term relationship with his next-door neighbour, Grey scrambles to find the remaining pieces of the largest puzzle that he was born into: his life- only to trample over a tiny, tiny thing. It was a misstep, really... he'd never meant to stumble into her that day. Now he did, he could never let her go. After moving to a new place in her new town of Hazelwood Heights, July came to find new connections and new beginnings... She didn't intend to make the school's bad boy her friend, or her boyfriend, God forbid. But the tides were quickly changing in their newfound friendship, and through good or for worse, through thick and thin, they'd go through it together, right? ⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰ BEST RANKS! (So far) #1 in #newauthor #77 in #fiction

" Senior.....what are you doing ?" I ask as I stare into his intense yet handsome face , sweat dripping off mine while I smell his alluring scent. " Saree , you look good in it Vrishali. But you need to stop wearing them , I don't want you roaming around in this showing the world what only belongs to your husband" Sanjay says in that deep dark voice of his , making me shiver as his intimidating eyes pierce mine. And in a flash , he is gone , leaving me behind ; sweaty , intimidated and confused. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 ;) 🏅Rankings🏅 #1 in angerissues🥇 #1 in anger-issues🥇 #1 in senior🥇 #1 in chubby🥇 #1 in collegestories🥇 #1 in darkthemes🥇 #1 in dhruv🥇 #5 in fat🎖️ THIS STORY ONLY AND SOLELY BELONGS TO ME !!! ANY FORM OF PLAGARISM WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED !! DON'T COPY MY PLOTS !! I WON'T TAKE THEM EASILY !!

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

Sofia Fizz is the cutest little who has never had a daddy before, but that all changes the night she accidentally stumbles onto /his/ office. Tatum Millar is your definition of the most hottest, caring, and dominant man. He is also the owner of a successful DDLG club in LA. He's worked the life forever, but has never met his little. That changed when an adorable raven hair girl came into his office with a scraped up hand and tears in her eyes. Since that moment, he's made it his mission to make that girl his. Sofia and Tate connected like crazy, and both were drawn to each other. Sofia never wanted him to leave her and all Tate wanted to do was take care of her. Together, they both live out their daddy/little life filled with giggles, tears of stubbornness, spanks of corrections, and pleasure from Tate's sexual domination and Sofia's love of attention. But what's the fun without Sofia throwing her brattiness into the mix?