My name is Antonia and I am 16 years old. Until recently, my life was a hell that I didn't think I would ever get out of. My father... not only would he yell at me, but he would raise his hand without hesitation, whenever he had a reason - or even when he didn't. My mother? Just as guilty, but in a different way. Her words tore me apart worse than any blow. I lived for years believing that this was my life, that this was what I deserved. Then, one day, everything changed. A black car, strangers who knew my name, my story. They told me that these people - the ones who had destroyed me - weren't even my parents. My real family had been looking for me for years. Arthur and Teresa Rosetti, the leaders of a world I had only heard stories about, are my biological parents. And now I find myself here, in their midst. I have six siblings. Six strangers who, although they share my blood, seem inscrutable. Everyone is different. Some are strict, rigid, as if my every move is a test. Others seem gentler, but something in their eyes keeps me at a distance. And some are simply cold... and even harsh. They look at me with envy, as if they don't know what to do with me, as if I'm an extra problem they didn't want. And... my twin. Yes, my twin. It still seems hard to believe. I've always felt a void he couldn't explain, an absence that gnaws at me. Now that I'm here, next to him, that void has been filled. But they don't know me. They think I had an ordinary past, that I'm a simple girl, maybe just a little disoriented by change. They don't know what I've been through, they don't know about the wounds I hide under my long sleeves and forced smiles. My trauma is a secret, and the hell I went through is something I can't tell them yet. And me? I'm caught between the fear of opening up and the desire to understand them. I'm Antonia Rosetti, a girl trying to leave hell behind, but who still doesn't know how to live in the light. 1. #mafiadaughter 14.06.2025 🏆

Silvio Salvatore He was the kind of man who made power look effortless, like it was stitched into his skin. His voice carried quiet authority, smooth but with an undertone that could make even the boldest man hesitate. Behind the calm exterior was a mind built on precision and patience, the kind that dismantled empires one calculated move at a time. Silvio Salvatore didn't raise his voice; he didn't have to. His silence alone could make people confess things they hadn't even done. He wasn't cruel for pleasure, only for purpose. And when purpose demanded hardness, he delivered it without hesitation. He had built an empire out of loyalty and respect both equally earned. There was nothing he hated more than mysteries. And she was the greatest one of all. The Black Swan. The shadow everyone spoke about but no one had truly seen. Every lead faded before it reached the truth. Until one day, she decided to let him find her. --- Ariana Sinclair She smiled at everyone, her sarcasm easy, her laughter infectious-almost harmless. She was the Black Swan, a name carried through whispers. A ghost in a world that lived on secrets, moving with purpose and precision, leaving nothing but questions behind. Nobody knew her, nobody caught her, and nobody crossed her path without her permission. Silvio found her not by chance, but by her choice, on her terms. Beneath the charm lay a past that shaped her into everything the world feared and admired. Beauty was her lure, innocence her disguise, but her eyes told the real story, sharp, aware, and unyielding. And in the game of shadows they were about to play, one truth remained: nothing would be the same again.

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

"If you want to love me, I'm gonna make it difficult." I murmur. "So be it." He hissed back. ---------------------------- +Hard-core enemies to lovers +Female reader +Contains smut/fluff/angst

QUEENS OF CHOAS SERIES PREQUEL!!! 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.

You've built an empire out of cozy vlogs, candid Q&As, and a million followers who adore how "real" you are-even when you're jet-lagged, spilling wax on your leggings, or eating takeaway in a hoodie. Manchester is just another work trip: collabs, content, and unboxings. But then you keep seeing him. The hooded masked stranger who passes you on rainy streets. He doesn't care about TikTok, doesn't ask for selfies, doesn't even tell you his name. He's steady, silent, and far too handsome for the mask and shadows he hides behind. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

Sage Castro lives her life by four things, sex, drugs, money, and theft. When a lucrative offer of $200,000 is offered to complete a mysterious job, she finishes the task with ease. But what she didn't realize was the true value as well as problems that came with this job. Especially after unknowingly stealing from a mafia.

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

1...2...3... Breathe How would you feel if that was everything keeping your world from falling apart? For Luca Romano, the Italian 16 years old, that breath was all he had. It was the fragile thread holding his life together he hadn't spoken a word in over 10 years. Not one. Not to his parents. Not to his brothers. Not to anyone But why? And why hadn't anyone in his family noticed until it was almost too late? come with and find out more about this mute boy and his family ~A~ Hi, this story contains themes of mental health issues, suicide idealation, and self-harm there will be TW before any parts that I feel would be triggering for some people