My hair whips across my face. Someone is watching me; I felt it. My mother had always told me to check my surroundings, but clearly I hadn't. Every day I felt him, always watching me. No matter if I was with my parents or even lying in my bed. His footsteps grow closer, but I've yet to realize from which direction. "Irina," I hear a whisper. My body shivers, and my heart rate speeds up instantly. I fumble with the zipper in my purse. "Leave me alone! I have pepper spray, and I am not afraid to use it." My voice was unsteady and harsh. A low chuckle escapes his lips. Stopping and turning around, waving my pepper spray around. "I'm serious!" I say, hoping that I sounded confident. The hairs on the back of my neck rise; his hot mouth fawns over my neck. "Oh, my dear Irina. You can never escape me. Wherever you are, I'm ten steps behind." "You will be mine." His voice, his presence, and the heat he radiated off of him almost made me fall on my knees. He's so close, but yet so far. "The next man that touches you will disappear. And that's not a threat; it's a promise." __________ Irina was thirteen when she started piano lessons with the infamous Flora Vitello. Twice a week at five pm sharp, she'd knock, waiting patiently. As always, he opened the door, silent, letting her pass. He'd watch quietly, absorbing the music. This went on until Flora retired, and their paths went separate ways. But he wouldn't stop until he had her, even if it meant watching from a distance. Once he set his eyes on something or someone, he took it, consequences be damned. Malachi Vitello watched whenever he could, and now that she was back in sight, he wouldn't dare to let go.

• BOOK 1 OF THE ESZTAR SERIES • Reaching upstairs, he hurled me inside his room and closed the door harshly. I stood there shaking with fear. He looked scary. Extremely scary. He tilted his head, forming an evil grin on his face. I couldn't move. I stayed riveted to my spot silently begging him for mercy. Everything went wrong tonight. He was going to take out all the aggression on me. He always did that. To make it worse, no one was there in the house to save me. I opened my mouth to speak but was roughly slammed against the wall in a heartbeat. It happened in less than a second. My chest was pressed against his and my hands were pinned above with his one hand clasping both of my wrists while the other hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place. "What are you doing?" I let out an incredulous whisper. "Showing you the right way to dominate." And with that, he smashed his lips over mine. ~~~ Life is perfect. Until it all goes downhill. For Vittoria, it was when four insanely hot mafias kidnapped her. Vittoria Andress, a normal girl finds herself thrown into the world of mafias. Now left all alone, without her brother, her only family, she has one big task- survive. And it was anything but easy, especially with the obsessive mafia boss having hots for her. Will the merciless turn of events crush her beneath it's weight or will she rise from there ashes? WARNING : Strong language, graphic violence, abuse. May act as a trigger. #1 IN MAFIABOSS #1 IN DARK ROMANCE #1 IN HATELOVE #1 IN CRIME #1 IN SASSY #1 IN CONSORTIUM #2 IN HOT #5 IN KIDNAP #7 IN OBSESSION

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨.

"Well, you didn't expect me to sleep on the floor, now did you?" she scoffed. His eyes darkened. Her throat went dry. .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. Noticed by everyone. Trusted by no one. Loved by none. For Maria Carasso, being the first-born daughter of the ruthless Madre Beatrice is a deadly game of chess. In a high-society world where every smile hides a knife and loyalty is always borrowed, she is expected to either conquer or completely self-destruct. Then comes Marcello Salvatore. He is dangerous, magnetic, and deeply entwined with the American Mafia, a man whose silence is more threatening than most men's violence. What begins as a fragile, calculated alliance slowly spirals into a forbidden attraction Maria was never meant to feel. Then there's Matteo Salvatore. Where Marcello is winter, Matteo is wildfire. Charming, reckless, and impossible to ignore, he laughs too easily, says too much, and keeps appearing exactly when Maria needs someone in her corner. In a family where trust is a liability, he becomes the one person she never expected to lean on. But empires are not built on love. They're built on blood. When the first body drops, every finger points to Marcello. Worse yet, Maria knows exactly what he is capable of... and they could all be right. Now trapped between two Salvatore men, a mother who raised her to be a weapon, and a war that reaches far beyond New York, Maria must decide which is deadlier: betraying the family that owns her, or trusting the one that never will.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

⁎⁺˳✧ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. Book One of "Fated Hearts" Series Aarohi Verma - 21 years old, mute since birth. Blamed for being born a girl. Blamed for her silence. She has spent her life giving love to a world that never gave her kindness in return. Kabirendra Shaurya Singhania - 31 years old, the country's most powerful businessman. Tall, intimidating, and cold. A man who lives for work and duty, with no room in his life for love. Two souls, worlds apart. Bound together by fate. But in a marriage built on circumstances, will she find her voice in his silence... or will he lose himself in hers? 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝟎𝟕.𝟎𝟖.𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 :

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."