"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

"Why do you always look like that?" "Like what?" "Like you hate every person in this room." "That's because I do." "Why? What did these people do to you?" "Nothing. Yet." "You're a pessimist. Every morning you come in, order black coffee, and glare at every single person in the room." "I don't glare at you," he paused. "Most of the time." "We'll that's because I tell good jokes. It'd be criminal to be rude." I could have sworn that I saw him smile. ~~~ Evelyn has a smile that lights up every room. The very ground she walks on seems to come to life from her touch alone. She sees beauty in the things most others dismiss. Michael not so secretly hopes that everyone on Earth dies in the fiery pits of hell. There's never been a single person he's met that makes him believe in the good of humanity. Except Evelyn.

"You're blowing this out of proportion," I say, even though my voice doesn't sound convinced. "I'm not," he says. "I'm accounting for worst case scenarios because that's my job. Yours is to pretend nothing bad can happen. So let me do mine so you can do yours." . . . Briella Vixen is used to being in the spotlight, but she's never felt more out of control. As one of the biggest pop stars in the world, her life is dictated by schedules, appearances, and the expectations of fans and family alike. When a dangerous encounter shakes her world, her parents decide she needs protection she didn't ask for. Enter Simon Chase: precise, unflinching, and hired solely to keep her alive. He doesn't care about her fame, her feelings, or even her opinions, he's here to do a job, and the only thing that matters is her safety. Thrown together in a tense cohabitation, Briella and Simon clash at every turn. She's impulsive, restless, and desperate for freedom. He's disciplined, unyielding, and unamused by her charm. But as time goes on, they begin to realize, that maybe they're exactly what they need.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, worn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.