"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀." Her whole life Aurora was alone, those who were once considered her family left. She always belived in love, but never belived to be worth being loved, and that's what happens when everyone tells you the same thing over and over again, it's hard to belive otherwise. The Marino's have been searching for their principessa for 14 years, they never gave up and always belived that one day they would see her again. To everyone they were cold and heartless, but that's what happen when the only light of their lives is taken way. What happens when Aurora is forced to live with her father, step mom, six brothers and a step sister? Will they find out each other secrets? Will the past catches up with them and bring unintended consequences? --------------------------------------------------------------------- This book contain topics that might be triggering, please read the disclaimer at the first chapter. This was my first book ever hence it is the way it is. But I hope you enjoy it :)

« Méfie toi, Lilith. La vengeance n'apporte que les cendres d'une victoire amère. » Derrière la belle façade de la Villa Diaz, le réseau criminel WICKED entraîne de talentueux enfants à devenir les meilleurs tueurs possibles. À sa tête, Cameron Diaz, fier de son œuvre, prépare son fils aîné, Adam, à reprendre les rênes de l'organisation familiale. Mais sa fille unique, Lilith, refuse de rester dans l'ombre. Son tempérament fougueux la pousse à se battre pour exister dans un monde régi par les hommes. Cependant, la vie de Cameron bascule quand sa femme, et Lilith, disparaissent mystérieusement. Parfois, notre passé nous suit partout, comme une ombre nous tourmentant quoi qu'on fasse. Les traumatismes sont un poison mortel qui ne cesse jamais de couler dans nos veines, et Lilith le sait bien. Quatre ans plus tard, ce n'est plus la petite adolescente qui avait l'habitude d'être martyrisée qui refait surface, non. Lilith Diaz est prête à tout pour accomplir sa vengeance, même à commettre les crimes les plus atroces. Cependant, quand les sentiments prennent le dessus, nous n'avons pas d'autres choix que d'écouter notre cœur. À travers les villes de Californie, découvrez les secrets les mieux enfouis. Entre passion, tension, vengeance et meurtres, qui en sortira vivant ? Les ennemis sont parfois plus proches que l'on ne le pense... Et pire... Parfois, l'ennemi porte notre nom. ۶ৎ Note de l'autrice ۶ৎ Je recommande vivement de lire les triggers warnings en début d'histoire, certains chapitres peuvent être violentes, et de durs sujets sont abordés au fil de l'histoire. Merci de prendre cette information en compte, love, From Mel' ۶ৎ (TOME 1 TERMINÉ - TOME 2 EN RÉÉCRITURE)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Aucun d'entre eux ne s'attendaient à que cette soirée d'hiver bascule leur univers. Des secrets déterrés, des destins brisés...et si toutes les vérités n'étaient pas bonne à éclater ? D'un côté Elyo Keurton. Tueur à gages. Seulement un nouveau contrat pour lui. De l'autre Ryo Moreno. Séquestrée. Certainement l'unique chance d'une nouvelle vie pour elle. « Aide moi à me venger. » Se détester, s'allier, pour se venger. « Il ne s'agit plus seulement de toi mais de nous maintenant. » Quand la haine prend le dessus il ne reste plus qu'une seule issue. La vendetta, la seule et l'unique.

[COMPLETED] Evangeline Kingston, an 18 year old, knows nothing of the outside world after having been confined to the walls of her home her whole life. All she's ever known is her fathers abuse towards her and her mother. For her, it's normal. Tobias Moretti, 21 year old mafia leader, makes a deal with Evangelines father after realising he's unable to pay his debt off. The deal is that Evangeline is given to Tobias in order to rub away his debt. Without hesitation, her father does so, throwing Evangeline into a crazy world she knows nothing about. Learning about the normal world is hard enough but Evangeline must learn about the mafia world if she wants to take her father and all of his contacts out. Tobias is cold, calculating and a perfect mafia leader. Evangeline is the opposite. She's innocent, kind-hearted and curious. Will his cold heart shut her out for good or open up to her forever? The real question is will Evangeline open up to Tobias about her past and accept the mafia life or will he eventually let her go for good? - "I'd give you the world if you asked for it, darling." "I'm not asking for the world though. I'm asking for ice cream. But it's nice to know what you'd do for me." - "You're really pretty." "Shut up," he grumbled. "You always say that." *Highest Rankings* #1 in trauma #2 in Arrangement #6 in Enemies to Lovers #6 in Mafia Life

Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia. She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and they find out that she's minor without a legal guardian. They do a DNA test to find out that she's actually the Italian mafia princess, a Cortello. And now she has to live with the people she was taught to hate, kill and fear, the Italian mafia. And they were taught to hate her as well. Will this family of enemies turn into a family of love? TW: mature content, sexual assault, rape, violence, strong language, abuse, drugs, self-harm. Started: 10/06/22 Finished: - Most impressive ranks: #6 mafiaprincess #2 xander #1 sixbrothers #1 abuse #1 guns #1 overprotective #3 knives #3 drugs #1 alcohol #1 trauma #5 French #1 abused #1 knives

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

Il est connu pour répandre la terreur et le chaos peu importe où il va. Sa soif de vengeance ne cesse de croître depuis des années. Son but ? Trouver le meurtrier de son père. Quant à elle, personne ne la connaît. Du moins, c'est ce qu'on pense. Son visage d'ange est couvert par la maîtrise parfaite de la manipulation. Son but ? Fuir ses parents. Que pourrait-il se passer de mal lorsqu'un meurtrier croise par hasard cette femme inconnue aux yeux de tous ? Il n'a suffi qu'un soir pour que le coup de foudre les unisse. Il n'a suffi qu'un mot pour qu'ils se brisent. Leur amour tiendra-t-il le coup après toutes ses révélations ? Trouveront-ils le juste équilibre entre la haine et l'amour ?

« Lily Smith a toujours été la jeune fille à défendre les injustices et élever la voix. L'idée de son club pour dénoncer le patriarcat de la société et de son université, va rapidement se faire des ennemis. Surtout un. Adrien Hopkins, le plus populaire et plus redouté de ce prestigieux établissement qui permet d'étudier les sciences politiques. Brillant, avec une éloquence des plus intimidantes, il va contrer les idées de la jeune femme. Entre haine et coups bas, Lily et ses copines parviendront-elles à imposer un changement au sein des nombreuses influences ? » T1 ⚠️ histoire contenant des TW/injures/caractères sexuels/ énonciation de drogues et addiction⚠️ Aucun plagiat est toléré.

Le poids d'un secret et une seule journée pour tout faire basculer. Alors qu'elle ne cherchait qu'à fuir son chaos familiale, son destin s'emmêle à celui de Côme. Qui n'est d'autre que le fils du plus dangereux maître de la contrebande américaine. Mais rien ne garanti que sur son chemin, Mariposa réussisse à s'échapper de ses griffes. Mariposa x Côme : Petit coeur papillon. 𝙹'𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞'𝚒𝚕 𝚗'𝚢 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌œ𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞'𝚒𝚕 𝚗'𝚢 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚎̀𝚛𝚎.