Being a stalker came with its dangers in itself, but stalking the Italian mafia's princess? It was a task that could easily be rewarded with death. A deadly obsession. A just as powerful stalker. How will Maria deal with the rival mafias son being completely, utterly and irrevocably obsessed with her? . . . MARIA BIANCHI age 19 Protected and sheltered her whole life, by not just her overprotective parents but also her 3 older brothers. She always had a loving childhood but never the freedom to go out and explore. Homeschooled her whole life, she never got the chance to make many friends but her one best friend Isabella. Her mom's best friends daughter. What will she do when one day, when she is finally allowed to leave her house for a few hours she catches the eye of the worst man possible? The sole male heir to the rival mafia. The Russian mafia. ALEKSANDER PETROV age 23 One of the only two children of the Russian Don. He was raised lovingly but he never got the same care as his younger sister. He never resented her for it but grew to hate his father. The Russian Don. Feared by not just the citizens but also the government. Aleksander was known to be cold and heartless. He cared about no one and had no weak spot. Not even his dead mother who died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a don. He was never taught love, or kindness. Only cruelty and hate. So when he sees a brunette girl eating ice cream and feeding the ducks his heart doesnt know how to behave. And he does the only thing he's ever been taught. He fixates. (NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST) #1 in stalkerromance, 25th & 26th January, 2026

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

"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.""

"Come here," I just ignored him like I always do and continued looking out my window. "Mila," I heard him call my name in his deep Italian accent and I almost obeyed to his commands but I had to stand my ground. "Mila stai iniziando a farmi incazzare." He said loudly but I couldn't understand what he was saying (Translation) "Mila you're starting to piss me off." "You act like I can understand you dickwad," I turn to him angrily. I don't know why I'm so angry. He really did nothing wrong but I knew I made a huge mistake so I quickly rushed over to him and said, "Luc I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I really am sorry," He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in between his legs and says, "If you ever pull that shit again I will kill you. I will put several bullets into your skull," _-_-_ Mila Fanely gets fired from her job as a nanny. It's her final day and she takes the baby home with her because Luca Revellio, the father of the baby, won't come pick him up. She gets a knock on her door at 3 in the morning and a guy asks for the baby. He then proceeds to invite her to be their personal nanny for the baby because he cries all night and they haven't slept in days. She accepts, and that is where Luca and her story begins.

Nikolai Petrov is the ruthless leader of the Russian mafia, feared by all who cross his path. When he forces Vera Moretti, the innocent yet broken daughter of a rival mafia family, into an arranged marriage, he expects obedience and submission. But Vera, scarred by her past, hides her pain behind a facade of strength and grace. As the lines between power and desire blur, Nikolai finds himself captivated by the one thing he can't control-her heart. In a world of danger and deceit, can love survive, or will it destroy them both?

Some flames burn quietly... until they don't. Aurora Bellini is the picture of innocence. Quiet. Kind. A law student with a soft heart and a tragic past. When a violent attack threatens her safety, she's placed under the protection of the Vitti family - Italy's most feared crime syndicate. More specifically, under the cold, watchful eye of their heir: Angelo Vitti. Angelo doesn't want her there. Too sweet. Too soft. Too breakable. But there's something about her that unsettles him. Her gentle smile, her quiet strength - it seeps past the walls he's spent years building. He tells himself she doesn't belong in his world. He tells himself to stay away. But he watches her anyway. Protects her anyway. And slowly, against his better judgment - he starts to burn for her. With war simmering between the Italian and Russian mafias, every secret is dangerous. Every glance, every touch, every whisper in the dark... it all matters. Because nothing is ever what it seems. And sometimes the softest things burn the most.

Amelia McCarthy; a 21 year old young girl, coming from a good family. She is a lively college student, majoring in business. Ajax Santiago; a 26 year old hot billionaire and a Mafia King to all the other mafia. When Ajax sets his eyes on the beautiful Amelia, he couldn't help himself but make her his queen whether she likes it or not. --------------- The sun had set by now and street lights were lit in the dark. Amelia was walking when suddenly she felt someone following her. Goosebumps raised on the back of her neck at the thought. She looked back and as she did, a shriek left her lips. There he was, standing in all his glory, right in front of her. 'AJAX SANTIAGO' The man whom she feared, the man she had escaped was standing right in front of her. She knew, she was doomed. He was there to get her. Ajax looked back with an evil smirk formed on his perfect lips. "Hello Love!" ----------- The first thing Amelia felt after gaining her consciousness back was the slight ache in her head.She shook her head a little to clear her vision so that she could see properly. Her eyes widened and a frightening scream left her lips. There he was, the devil of her life, sitting on the big seat with a glass of some expensive wine in his hand. A gun placed at the table in front of him. He tsked; "You scream a lot, love" -------------- If you have a liking towards forced relationships which include cold, cruel and selfish Mafia king falling in love with a pretty girl and doing every right and wrong in his will to make her his. Then this story is for you. Their relationship might be toxic at some stages but it won't be abusive. The beginning of the story contains non-abusive forced romance. It progresses from non-con to consensual sweet and caring love. There are further descriptive details in the Description chapter and a prologue containing scenes from all phases of LIJAX Love.

⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so. Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached. What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man? WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.