ARRANGED MARRIAGE "I will not marry anyone. I don't care if it's for alliance, because we both know we don't need it!" I hissed back. Our mafia was one of the most feared, if not the most. No one dared touch us, so why marry a man who cannot give us anything. Before I got to speak up again my father slapped me right across the face. I gasped and put a hand to my cheek. My mouth stayed shut and I sat down in silence. Neither my mother or my brother did or said anything. I wouldn't except them to, since they never did. "I am your father and you will show me respect!" He demanded and sat back down. My cheek ached and I knew it would leave a mark. One I would have to cover up later. "But father, if you just tell me why," I tried and he cut me off again by picking up a fork and throwing it in my direction. He missed by a few inches only. My mother stared blankly down at her plate, not wanting to show my father a reaction. "Do not question me Katherine. You're leaving tomorrow" He said at last. ----------- What happens when the stubborn and independent Katherine Lopez is forced into marriage? Was it all for alliance between two mafias like her father said? And how far will she go to break the arrangement before the wedding date? Will she kill to get what she wants? Read the story to find out;)

Rodney has been stalking Nysa for years. He knows her address, her schedule, where she works, her favorite restaurant, etc. Everywhere she goes he's 'coincidentally' there, including places with her family and friend group. But Nysa is naive and oblivious. After manipulating her into thinking he's homeless, Nysa chooses to invite him to live with her until he gets back on his feet. His obsession with her causes him to act in creepy ways but one day he is caught red-handed by her company causing her to warn Nysa. But she ignores it due to the feelings she is forming for him. Over time after they've built a relationship, Nysa later starts to realize his toxic ways and his obsession with her and stalking comes to light.

He was the embodiment of everything she craved, but he was also her best friend's brother making him completely off-limits. For a time she admired him from afar, convinced he would never notice her. But then one day, he did. - [copyright © 2026 ] forever and always

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

I'm Princess Elanora Georges, and my life basically just ended. Why? Because I'm being forced to marry Axel fucking Kingston, a six-foot-something nerd with ugly glasses, perfect posture, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. Oh, and he's completely inexperienced. Like... painfully. So please explain how I went from "I hate him" to "Axel, please... don't stop," completely falling apart under him and forgetting my own name. I swear I don't even know who I am anymore. #1 Royalfamily (Feb 5th) #1 Enemies (Feb 23th) #1 Badgirlgoodboy (March 23)

NOT DONE!!!! She knows exactly how to get under his skin. He acts annoyed, irritated, even tries to push her away... but he can't. The messages keep coming. The calls don't stop. Boundaries get tested, teasing turns into flirting, and suddenly neither of them can stay away. Fast, messy, and addictive - two people who shouldn't, but can't resist, all leading up to the moment they finally find out who the other really is.

READ TAGS!! STRONG LANGUAGE SECOND CHANCE *this book is very detailed & descriptive at the beginning lmao* *not a mafia book*

"𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑒 𝑥𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎" 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. "𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝑿𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒐'𝒆𝒚𝒌𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒘𝒂'𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒖 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒕𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒂'𝒗𝒊 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆? - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙭𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨!!