Dinora is the youngest out of three brothers. Her eldest brother Damiano, is a Mafia boss. She is a Mafia princess, who has a smart mouth, bad attitude, and anger problems from hell. Fiorenzo is a sexy hot Mafia boss. He can be calming sometimes but when he's angry, hell rises. One wrong thing about these two is their family hates each other. What happens when Dinora breaks the treaty by entering Italy? What will the consequences be? What will Fiorenzo do? What happens when Dinora begs him to ruin her?

[18+ MATURE CONTENT] 𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 the shape of his lips with my finger. "You trust me that much?" He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. I ran my nails lightly over his scalp, feeling him melt under my touch. "Enough to close my eyes," he murmured. "That's everything for me." ☆☆☆☆☆ 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 hasn't slept through the night in years. Not since the gunfire. Not since the blood. Not since he watched his mother die in front of him. As heir to one of New York's most ruthless mafias, he learned to survive with the haunting reminder. Until he meets 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒. She's everything he's not. Bright, soft-spoken, and impossibly kind. With a laugh that fills every quiet space and doll-like eyes that see right through the walls he's spent years building. She talks too much and smiles too easily. He shouldn't want her. But for the first time in years, she's the only thing that quiets his nightmares and he can't let her go. 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐

UPDATES PAUSED "You think forcing me into your bed will make him pay?" He leaned in, smirking. "No, princess. That's just a bonus." 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Elio Moretti is cold. Beautiful. Vicious. The kind of man who doesn't ask. He takes. And what he wants is me- Not because he loves me, but because he hates my father. I, Sofija Kastrati, daughter of the Albanian mafia's most feared leader. I've lived in silence, surrounded by men who kill for my father and spoil me to keep me quiet. But when Elio returns from Italy, he doesn't come for blood. He comes for my hand. My freedom. My life. He wants to punish my father for a betrayal I don't even understand- And I'm the weapon he plans to use. But I'm not soft. And I'm not afraid of the dark. Because the moment Elio put a ring on my finger, He made a mistake. He forgot the Kastrati blood in my veins. And I will make him remember.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other? 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy, and quiet but still aware of her confidence. One night her life changed drastically which made her want to kill herself. But someone came and saved her before she could do it and that was... 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜 is the heir of the American Mafia. He is known for his mysterious personality and his appearance which makes every girl drool for him. One day, his father told him to protect the last heir of the Latin American Mafia, Mikayla Rodriguez. And if he refuses to do it he will not be the next heir of the American Mafia. But protecting her is not the only thing Alec does. --- "Mikayla, I told you to shut up!" he hissed as he pressed me against the wall. The proximity between us was so close that could smell his mint breath. "What if I don't want to? What are you going to do?" I whispered as I heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom. I looked up at him waiting for him to answer but what I didn't expect was him doing this. He smashed his lips on mine. I was taken aback by his action. He moved his lips, but I didn't because I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. He moved his hands to my waist and tightened his grip there. He was about to pull away from the kiss, but I pulled him back down by wrapping my hands around his neck and connecting our lips again.

At seven, she was nothing more than a child in white lace, her hand pressed into his as their families sealed a deal with rings and blood. He was eleven-already carved from stone, already the heir to a throne built on power, violence, and fear. Neither of them understood the weight of the promise that bound them. But years later, that promise has returned to claim them both. She is no longer a little girl. She has grown into a mafia princess-reckless, untamed, with fire in her veins and defiance in her tongue. He is no longer a boy. He is the ruthless leader of an empire, a man whose word is law and whose hands are stained with blood. They are opposites, destined to clash. She hates his control, his cold indifference, his unyielding dominance. He despises her rebellion, her refusal to bend, the chaos she brings into his ordered world. Yet hate is not the only thing that burns between them. Beneath every furious argument lies an attraction as sharp and dangerous as the knives hidden under their skin. Every glance dares the other closer, every touch threatens to ignite the very fire they're both trying to smother. But in their world, love is a weakness. Betrayal is a death sentence. And their marriage-forced, bound in blood and tradition-is less a union and more a war. Still, amidst the smoke of gunfire, whispered lies, and enemies circling like wolves, a brutal truth rises: They may destroy each other. Or they may burn the whole world down together. #1 in arrange #1 in naughty #1 in unholy #1 in mafiastory

{Dark: Enemies to Lovers romance.} "I would get her eyes tattooed inside my brain; yet I would still get lost in them with just one look." ------------- the rumours has it all that there is a certain man in the underworld who is dangerously attractive with the coldest eyes have ever been seen; yet everyone describes him as the king of mayhem and chaos. or as the latest news article where he is described as 'the devil at night in his Prada suit.' his name is Aaron Rhodes. at night he is the don of a mafia known as the 'bloody reapers.' while in the morning he is know as the brutal CEO of his company. Mira Raven a lawyer who is fearless and rumoured to be involved in the underworld. the dark and mysterious girl found the devil himself at her office requesting help. from his enemy? they both have dark secrets, what happens when one of them discovered the secret that was meant to be buried and not seen by sunlight? the devil was once an Angel; she is still the angel she is beneath her beauty. the desires they have to keep each other protected. the burden of the secret is between them and the enemies are willing to sacrifice almost everything to keep each other safe. How, when death is the only option to keep one of them alive and breathing? ----- please read the trigger warnings.

In the middle of the mafia underworld, Mia is at a turning point, ready to embrace her role as the mafia princess. Her family's history is filled with darkness, and now she must face the reality of an arranged marriage to Damian, the son of a powerful Russian mafia leader-her family's biggest enemy. The situation is clear: a deal made between their grandfathers requires these two heirs to come together, not for love but to strengthen power and control over the mafia world. The stakes are high, and tension hangs in the air. Mia's past, marked by a dangerous run-in with Damien's family, looms over her like a shadow. But Mia is determined to shape her own future, struggling against the limits of her situation. Being forced to live closely with Damien creates tension, where secrets float around like smoke and the burden of their family expectations threatens their sense of self. As she counts down to a future she never wanted, Mia is left wondering: can she find her way through the challenges of this arranged marriage, or will the shadows of their past entangle them in ways she can't escape? A world where love isn't an option and survival is all that matters awaits them both. Two enemies. One penthouse. Both are responsible for each other's fucked-up mental health.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.