[PUBLISHED UNDER PSICOM] BOOK 1 of IMPROBUS ILLE IMPERIUM "Behind those smiles are playful lies, and behind those lies, the horror of the past awaits."

I ... I didn't even knew I was going to marry him till yesterday. I have no way to go now. I can't be stuck in loveless marriage, I can never marry a person who doesn't love me. I don't love him either. There is no point of this arrangement. How even he managed to get me here all dressed up anyways? My legs stuck to the ground as I was in front of him, He is a Ruthless man, he never ever can be kind. He barely speaks, No one speaks good about him. How can I marry a person as Him? I noticed he had a glance at me as my father was about to pass him my hand. What am I doing? Am I ready to let this happen to me? My feet moved back, I saw sudden change in his eyes. I had a glance at my Dad and Mom. My Elder brother Isaac who was standing there beside my Mom. My eyes went to Riccardo as he called my name, "Cherish ..." I got shivers. I took a few steps back, at this point everyone was looking at me. Riccardo looks me with some kind of betrayed feeling. Now or never..... THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLET, ABUSIVE SCENES AND LANGUAGE.... PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE IT All copyrights are reserved

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

(In the process of re-editing this story) *Book One in the Treacherous Series* Maeve I lead a fairly boring life. I don't party, I don't go clubs, and I definitely don't go out on blind dates set up by a coworker I barely tolerate. I show up to the date thinking I am meeting some prince charming type, but in his stead is a mysterious man with cloudy gray eyes and devilish good looks. Caine I am the feared leader of the Russian Bravta. For years, I have plotted revenge against the person responsible for stealing the single most important person away from me. I will stop at nothing to ensure I get what I want, even if the cost requires me to hold an innocent woman captive.(18+) Trigger Warnings: This book is a dark romance with lots of trigger warnings such as: -sexual content -use of weapons (guns, knives, etc) -killing -kidnapping -abuse This story is not for everyone, please be aware before continuing. Please note that I used Google Translate for the Russian to English translations. There is a chance that they may not be accurate.

•BOOK III OF THE ESZTAR SERIES• The Code has been broken. The Fall is at its farthest depth. Secrets have never truly left Esztar; and they never will. But what would happen if secrets running back to their past resurfaced, bringing along alarming consequences. The Fall was great. The enemies were too powerful. One more hit, and Esztar would crumble down like a lost kingdom and become history. But what if this time its the King himself tearing down the last banner of the War? What lead to the protector to flip the script and demand the end? The outcome of the Last War will decide the fate of Esztar for generations to come. Will it succumb to its evilness? Or will it Rise from the ashes. WARNING: BOOK III MIGHT HAVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK I AND II. PLEASE READ AFTER PREVIOUS BOOKS.

Death has been following me since the day I was born. You are losing loved ones. You're losing friends. It's scary when you start to lose yourself. Loneliness has never been easy for me. No matter how many people surround me, I am alone. One on one with your fears, experiences and breakdowns in life, when everything goes awry. I never thought that I would be able to find a sense of belonging again, until he did. A handsome devil in a suit from Brioni. Now all his attention is directed at me, he gets under my skin and I happily accept his sweet torture. It's hard to resist the inevitable, especially when you share one heart. He stole my heart, and in return I took his. Attention! The text is intended for persons over 18+. The text contains scenes of an open sexual nature, obscene language, murder, violence, death. Before you start reading, we recommend that you familiarize yourself with the introductory fragment and read the annotation. We strongly do not recommend following the plot and bringing any scenes of violence to life. All characters and stories are completely fictional and have nothing in common with the real world. If, however, this message did not make you stop and close this book, then welcome to the dark side. "Can you be my good girl...?" Tropes: 🖤 Dark romance 🖤 Mafia 🖤 Stalking 🖤 Obsessed MMC x morally grey 🖤 Strong FMC 🖤 Rivals 🖤 Dark secrets Kink 🖤 Knife play 🖤 Breath play 🖤 "good girl" x lots of praise 🖤 A lot of spicy 🥵🔥

In a city that never sleeps. In the midst of bright lights and bustling nightlife, there is danger that lurks within the shadows, hiding in the deepest and darkest parts of the cityscape. No one is safe, and there is nowhere to hide for when evil prevails, it strikes without delay. It's the perfect place to witness your first murder. Or murders. Adriana Bennet is a 23 year old college graduate who moves to the Big Apple for a new beginning. After a long night shift of waiting tables, she finds herself witnessing a double murder. Running was never an option. They are everywhere, monitoring her every move for the past nine years. She soon learns that there is no escaping her unfortunate fate when she is kidnapped and held captive by one of the most notorious gangsters in Italy. There is a thin line between love and hate, but that line begins to blur when she realizes that there may be more to these affairs than she is led to believe. As she is forced to enter a world of lies and imperilment, now Adriana has to face the people who committed these crimes awhile living in a paradox of her own, struggling to maintain her sanity and remain alive.

I dreamed of him again last night. He came to me in his riveting form, dressed in the liturgical signature black attire. His dark hair slicked back, accentuating the alluring frame of his chiseled jaw, with the figure of a sculpted deity, just as I'd remembered him. His invigorating smile was seducing me, taunting me, reigniting the sparks that had been scuffled by the lingering absence of his affinity. His daunting eyes consumed me, staring, burning with the intensity of a thousand flames. His beguiling features were enticing, drawing me in, and I was falling deeper, further into his arms until he was drifting and faded away in the shadows. Mornings after were imbued with feverish yearning that waned throughout the day, leaving me to a dreadful emptiness, a void that failed to dissipate during the two years apart. It had been the longest winter without him. All Adriana wanted was to be free. But it came with a cost, one that she hadn't expected to so deeply regret. The very life that she had once tremendously despised was now what she craved the most. But things are different after being away, for she is no longer the helpless, vulnerable girl taken nearly two years ago by the man who now holds her heart on a thread. The man who made a promise. A promise that he couldn't keep. She remembers everything from the moment she was rescued from the claws of one evil to the nightmarish events that transpired in the hands of another. As her dark past collides with the present and her love for the ruthless Mob Boss is put to a test, Adriana has to confront the demons that were responsible for her ruin and make an irreversible decision that will seal her ultimate fate. This is the second book to Il Paradosso Mafia Series. #1 omerta #2 crimefiction

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?