//A indian periodic romance// When the heir of yadhuvanshi kingdom falls in love with the princess of his rival kingdom who was raised to end his bloodline. He compelled her parents to let him marry her, which made their job easy but will she be able to attain her family's revenge? A love that aches in the right way. //story caption// Forced marriage Enemies to lover (But the ml fell in love at first sight) Strong female lead × obsessed male lead

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

They hated her at first... but they had no idea who she really was. Serena Carter once had a family - loud, messy, beautifully imperfect. It wasn't always easy, but it was hers. Then one accident ripped it all away, leaving her alone and unwanted. Now she's sent to live with the Morettis: four brothers and a father who see her as nothing more than the living reminder of betrayal. The stain on their perfect legacy. Ten months. That's all she needs to survive until she turns eighteen and can walk away. But hate is a dangerous thing. It turns into obsession. Into protectiveness. Into something no one expected. Because Serena has secrets - ones even she doesn't fully understand. And in a world where power is everything, she's about to prove she belongs where everyone swore she didn't. She isn't looking for love. She's fighting for something stronger: a place to finally call home. Ranks: #1 out of 11.6k : familysecrets #1 out of 52k : trauma #1 out of 134k : hate #1 out of 189k : dark #1 out of 238k : depression #2 out of 554k : drama #2 out of 27.1k : brothers #2 out of 123k : wattpad #5 out of 17.7k : mafiaprincess #5 out of 2.49M : Love

[COMPLETE][UNEDITED] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⭒ 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 (𝟏𝟖), the daughter of Stella and Leo Russo. She's a Mafia heir who's struggled for years trying to figure out which Mafia she'd want to take over. She doesn't take shit from anyone and sure as shit won't take anything from her new bodyguard. 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 "𝐍𝐢𝐱" 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨 (𝟐𝟐), a new bodyguard to the Italian Mafia due to him seeing something he shouldn't have. His one job is to protect Emmy and make sure she's completely safe. No matter what. What happens when he becomes her personal bodyguard? Will she give him a hard time like all the others or will feelings get involved and complicate things instead? ⭒ started: july 1st, 2022 finished: march 10th, 2025

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

Amara Moratti, a Young and beautiful woman. But there is one problem, she is a woman, she is no use for her father. Living with a deadly secret. Ace DeAngelo, a young and ruthless mafia leader. The devil himself. After a Brocken deal with Amara father, he gets her. He is supposed to marry her. Will this two love each other or will life just drive them apart. -------- My knife cut though the air, landing inside of his head, but not before cutting Ace ear lightly. "Ace, you are bleeding" Damien said, as Ace hand moved toward his ear. He turned around walking toward the dead body, he kneeled down, pulling my knife out. "Fuck" he said, more like nearly yelled. He held the knife in the air. "Let's play, little devil" he yelled. I threw another knife hitting the man next to Dimitri. He pulled the knife out. "Ross Del Diavolo" he said. Tw: mention of ED, sexual content, dead, torture, guns, violence

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

(18+) ( editing ) "I want it slow baby." he whispers, planting dozens of kisses on my neck as I ride him. "How slow?" I breathe. "Slow enough so that I can feel you entering my soul." He whispers and steals another kiss from me. ❦ The daughter of a Russian mob leader seems to catch the eye of his father's enemy. Will the Italian Don use The Russian Don's daughter as his plan to destroy his rival and fall in love with her or the father finds out himself and kills them both? - 'The Italian Don and his enemies daughter' [Mature Audience Only] HIGEST RANKINGS # 1 Romance -16/04/2021 # 1 Temptation -08/08/2021 # 1 Eyesslipfierce - 09/07/2022 # 1 Wild - 13/09/2022 # 1 Bad - 22/09/2022

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |