Warning : contains a sweet, but tough female lead and a morally grey grumpy billionaire who is absolutely obsessed with her. *Dahlia I was raised by a chronically optimist woman. Though we did not have much in terms of material possessions, she made sure I understood that life was far more than what you did and did not have. She was my rock, my whole world. A world that came crashing down when she got involved in a car accident that left her in a coma. I would do anything to save her, even sign my soul away to her estranged family in exchange for help with medical expenses. They want me to marry someone as part of a business deal. I would marry the devil himself it meant that I could see my mother smile again. *Damien They tell me having an eidetic memory is a gift, but it is nothing short of a curse when every single painful detail of my life has been seared into my brain forever. Sure, my mind has helped me build an empire worth billions from nothing, but the demons still haunt me, caging me within shadows I could never escape. Until I meet her. She is my angel, my saving grace, and I will do anything to keep her. Even if I have to go against everything I stand for and marry her. But will she reciprocate my feelings when she inevitably sees me for the devil I truly am? (Book #1 in the Billionaires Obsessed series) Contains dark themes, mature content and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Highest Rankings- #1 in morallygrey (14/11/24) #1 in grumpy (12/12/24) #1 in ceo (30/04/25) #1 in villain (26/05/25 #2 in obsessed (08/03/25) #2 in slowburn (12/12/24) #3 in marriage-of-convenience (16/04/25) #3 in darkromance (29/08/25) #6 in dark (22/11/24) #6 in possessive. (31/08/25)

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

Silence. "HUH?" He laughs aiming the gun at my head. "Does this scare you, babe," he yells with anger. My heart was beating so fast it felt like I was bout to explode. I have never had a gun pointed at me before and damn it's scary. It does scare me but I can't let him know that. I look at him and see the devil in his eyes. He stares at me pointing the gun. "Why do you have blood on you?" I ask with a shaky voice. I take a deep breath. I cannot show him that I'm scared. "Where did you go yesterday?" he asks getting closer. "The fucking museum" I spat at him. "Watch your tone there babe," he says as he gets on the bed crawling towards me. He sits on top of me. He taps my forehead with the gun and with each tap he says a word. "Where" tap. "The" tap "Fuck" tap "Did" tap "You" tap "Go?". ~~~~~~ 18-Year-old Kehlani Paris ran away from LA. Only to make it to New York. The huge city she thought she would escape her fears. She was wrong. Instead, she bumps heads with the ruthless heartless billionaire Kilo Valentino turns her life around. From being Mr. Valentino's PA to being his wife she's living hell on earth. Lani slowly discovers the secrets Kilo has been hiding and the real reason for her marriage. Instant regrets, Lies, Desires, and hatred all form this perfect couple The Valentino's. MATURE CONTENT⚠️⚠️❌❌🛑🛑 Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language. THIS IS NOT KEHLANI FANFICTION!! #1 In Kehlani! #2 In Fake Love

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

"I'll Fuck The Word Friend Out Of Your Mouth If You Give Me A Chance." -*- Emily life takes a turn when she loses her purse, only for it to be found by the Mafia Boss, a man who changes her life within a night. -*- [TRIGGER WARNING- Abuse, Rape, Violence, Blood. Strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Your mental health comes first. ]

I looked out of the window. The huge window had bars on it. It was designed in a way only I could see outside world. That's what I could only do. I could never live there. Why? There were two huge arms wrapped around me like chains as I stared at the window blankly. "Mate, I can still feel your dislike towards me. Tell me, what should I do to gain your affection. I'll do everything you say or buy anything for you. I love you, mate. Name it" I stared at his wolf eyes filled with love which made my heart churn. I pressed my urge to puke and stared blankly at him. "Free me" "I told you. I'll never leave you. How dare you think about going away mate. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't be able to step out of the bed. Then you'll carry my pups. Let's see how you'll deny my love" He growled angrily. In a minute. I was lying under him naked... Again. ---

His Possession. Mafia Romance. Dark Romance. Enemies To Lovers. "Let me go!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I just barely managed to suppress earlier is now clawing its way back up to the surface, rearing its ugly head once again, and hits ten times harder than before. The sensation is literally paralyzing. The feeling totally bypassing 'fight' or 'flee' and going straight to freeze. I feel like yacking up all that greasy food I had eaten during my shift at the diner. But I swallow the urge to do so and grit my teeth. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to yack all over this pretentious douche. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. Before I could even finish forming a coherent thought, the car swerved hard to the side of the road and comes to a sudden stop, sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collides with the smooth leather of the dashboard. I hear him rustling around, but can't see much due to the black spots in my vision. You know, from literally eating the dash. I hear the sound of something popping open and then liquid being poured. "Tell me kitten," I hear him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckles as he reaches across the console to press a rag to my face. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss: Luca Adorno. NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

Lucas Alberto. The Devilish Duke. That's what everyone calls him. And he is a devil like everyone says. He is top in business, arrogance, sexiness and good looks. If he doesn't like something, it will disappear from the face of the earth in a few minutes. But what if he likes someone? The someone, who is very special. The girl who captured his heart since the first time he saw her. The innocent angelic Anabelle. He feels an inevitable attraction for her, which they both can't deny. But how will he make her his, when everyone tries to stop him from reaching her? He is a popular Devil. She is an avoided Angel. But no. He is not going to stop at anything from making her his. The amazing cover is made by Sweetblast.

__❤︎ The Maid and the Mafia King ❤︎__ Losing her father at the age of 20, Bella started to search for jobs. Not to mention, she already was doing 2 jobs. But they were not enough to pay her father's debt. With the help of her friend's cousin, she got the job of working as a maid in a big mansion,owned by a multi billionaire. She heard the owner of the mansion was young and the mansion too screamed rich and power. But what she didn't know was the owner of the mansion was feared by people, the most perilous Mafia king of Italy and around the world. She didn't know one more thing. That the ruthless Mob king was going to claim her 𝑯𝑰𝑺 no matter what. _________ "Sshhh.. no one cares," Lucifer's hot breath hitting my neck as his lips slowly tracing down to my collarbone. "No please- w-we shouldn't ahh.." I gasped as he took the skin of my sweet spot between his teeth. "Don't open your mouth. I won't be responsible for what I would do to you if you open your sweet mouth again, " he didn't give me time to response before he claimed my lips possessively. ________ •[ WARNING ] Contains MATURE CONTENT, VOLGAR LANGUAGE, ABUSE. (18+) _________ Started: 12/08/20 Completed: 24/11/20 •°•°•°• [Cover by me]