Azalea was never treated with kindness. Not now, not ever. Azalea was once a normal girl. She played with her brothers, had fun, had good parents. Until she didn't. At the ripe age of 6, Azalea was blamed for her mother's death. Nobody knows if she did it. But her brothers, and her father believed she did. She got put into an orphanage. 7 households, some abusive and some.. Somewhat kind. Now 15, almost 16, Azalea doesn't remember her brothers. She had flashbacks, of unknown men, who are her brothers. But she forgot they even existed. What happens when they reunite? Will the hate they have for her die down after a while, or will it stay the same? Find out now.

Her mind had erased her family years ago. Forgotten them, like they had never existed. In much the same way, Anastasia Volkov had been removed from her family. Sent away. Forgotten, like she never existed. Then, one day, she was summoned to come home... ....... The Volkov family is powerful and feared. Five formidable brothers and one beautiful younger sister. To everyone, they look perfect. Like nothing is missing. But they are wrong. Walls remember they were once seven. When Anastasia returns, people whisper about her. Difficult, unstable, dangerous. Some say she tried to hurt her sister. Others say her family hid her away to protect themselves. She doesn't know what is true. She can't remember any of it. Yet someone wanted her back home. But in a house full of secrets, being noticed might be the most dangerous mistake.

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

Aurora Moreno has lived in silence since her mother died - unwanted, blamed, and bruised by the man who raised her. When he ends up dead, the town calls it murder. She's eighteen. Alone. And sent to the wrong prison. A men's facility. A clerical error. No way out. There, one inmate watches her. Cold. Untouchable. He doesn't belong there-because he's not really an inmate. Damian del Río is undercover, sent by the Spanish mafia on orders from his brother, the don. He's known for feeling nothing. Except something stirs when he sees her. What Aurora doesn't know is that she has brothers. That she's been missing for fourteen years. That her real name isn't Moreno.

Orphaned at a very young age, Isabella grew up in a grand mansion with her five older brothers. From the start, they took on the role of teaching her everything she needed to know-how to speak, behave, and survive-drawing from their own childhood experiences. Yet their lessons were often harsh, cold, and strict, leaving Isabella feeling neglected and fearful. The younger brothers teased and tormented her, reporting every misstep to the older ones, who scolded her sharply. At first, she believed they hated her. But as she grew, Isabella began to understand that her brothers were themselves misunderstood and burdened by responsibility. Through fear, teasing, and strict guidance, she slowly learned to see their hearts. In the end, their relationship was far from perfect, but a quiet, mutual understanding-and even happiness-emerged from the cracks of their cold façades.

Haven = a poetic note to finding safety and love amid chaos Valentina Romano was the first girl born in the Romano family since decades. Everybody was over the moon when they heard about the little girl, that was the light in their dark world. Valentina lived carefree with her family until one day when she was four everything changed. Kidnapped by a someone she doesn't remember and left at an orphanage, she was now alone and left to take care for herself. Still remembering her family, she tried to stay positiv every day and keep hoping that they will find her. Unluckily she gets adopted by some couple, that later turn out as drug addicts and only adopted her for the extra money they get, not caring about the girl, Valentina was yet left alone to take for herself. Meanwhile the Romanos lost their light. The once so happy family lost all their happiness with the disappearance of their little girl. They are determined to find Valentina and bring her back home. What sounded easy at the beginning, turned into 12 years of not knowing the whereabouts of their bambina. Will Valentina ever get the chance to go back to her family? And will the Romano's finally get their light back? What happens when she finds out about the mafia?

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ༄༄༄༄༄༄ "She's a fucking liability and you all know it." Damiano snarled, tossing the gun clip on the table. Inwardly a sigh escapes me, here we go again. I couldn't catch a break from him. Why can't they ever just have a normal dinner? Vincenzo squints, almost daring him to repeat himself. "You call her that again, and I swear to fucking God, Damiano-" Damiano didn't bother looking up. "You heard me. She's a weakness, and we can't afford that shit right now, not with the Bravata sniffing up our ass." Vincenzo didn't hesitate as he slammed his hand on the table, and suddenly grabbed the collar of Damiano's shirt, shoving him back into the wall so hard a frame dropped to the floor. "Shut your fucking mouth." He grits through his teeth. Damiano didn't flinch at all but his hands stayed down and his mouth clamped shut. "You forgot who the fuck I am?" Vince growled, deadly and murderous. "You think you're a man because you run your mouth? I don't care, brother or not, but if you come near her with that shit again, I will put you in the fucking ground." Damiano scoffed and turned his head away from Vincenzo's branding gaze in distaste. "If you ever question her blood again, you're gonna see how fucking loyal I am to her over you." ༄༄༄༄༄༄ Valentina Aria De'Luca was only six when she was taken from her family. For years she lived a life that was never hers, until the day she's thrown back into the world she barely remembers. But Valentina has secrets, ones she can't afford to spill. The truth about where she's been, and what tortuous hell she's endured. She may carry the De'Luca name but she's not the same girl they lost.

She grew up in a world of borrowed names and half-truths. Lavina doesn't know who she is-or what was taken from her the night she was born. With one eye the color of sky, the other of earth, she has always felt like a question no one could answer. Gentle, curious, and untouched by the darkness that surrounds her, she believes her life is ordinary. But shadows move quietly. And the past never forgets. As whispers of her bloodline begin to surface, Lavina finds herself on a path she was never meant to walk-toward, a family that doesn't know she exists, and a legacy that was never meant to be hers. Some truths are too heavy for innocence. But destiny does not ask permission

Part 1- Mafia Brothers √ Part 2- Mafia Dark Romance √ Ashley, a free spirited sixteen year old girl who ran away from her foster family two years ago, finds herself indulging with her real family. Her brothers. The Ivanos, a deadly mafia organization who rules a whole side of New york doesn't know they had a sister. Or did they? What happens when they take her in, not realizing the chaos they are taking in along with their sister. Will she ever agree to accept them as a family or ran away again. Not to mention, someone's eyes are already on Ashley either to destroy her or to make her his.