As war erupts between the Greek and Sicilian mafias, the powerful Accardi family must fight to protect their empire. Accardi Obsession unravels a dark, multi-POV mafia story charged with forbidden chemistry, explosive family tensions, and an arranged-marriage pact that turns sworn enemies into something far more dangerous. *** The Sicilians trusted them. The Greeks tried to take their empire. Now, the balance of power hangs by a thread. In the third season, the Accardi family faces their greatest war yet - one that will test loyalty, love, and blood itself. Costa and Millie are fighting to protect the family they built together, even as war threatens to tear them apart. Rocco and Alessia are learning what it means to be married in a world that can take everything from you in seconds. And when a new marriage alliance is proposed, one Accardi makes the ultimate sacrifice, and enemies become lovers... or whatever you call it when hate gets complicated. There's a war brewing, a wedding on the calendar, and at least four people pretending they're not in love. The Accardis are back. Pray for whoever stands in their way.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

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In the swirling dance of destiny, their paths collide with an intensity that promises both destruction and transformation. She, with her icy demeanor and stormy presence, has built walls of indifference and disdain, especially towards men. Her past, a tapestry of betrayal and pain, has taught her to trust no one but herself. Yet, here stands a man who seems untouched by the shadows that haunts her. His charm and wealth are merely superficial veneer, hiding a depth that only few has glimpsed. As he steps into the tempest of her world, he's not just a victim of her wrath, but also a potential catalyst for change. The question remains: will he be consumed by her fury? Or will he find a way to calm the storm, revealing the warmth beneath her icy exterior? The journey promises to be as unpredictable as the weather, with stakes as high as their defenses are strong. Just a sneak peak into the life of Nova Harley: "Love, it sounds so surreal. The same feeling Racko claimed to have for Tina, just before he ended her life painfully. I still remember vividly, my last sight of her, crushed limbs and body; beyond recognition in a pool of blood. The only recognizable things being her clothes and the necklace i gifted her on her birthday. I wish I had just taken the action I should have, before everything happened but i didn't. He ended her, painfully. But guess what? I did to him, the same thing. You can call me evil or wicked, but I don't feel a little bit of guilt for doing what I did. I don't wait for karma, it's a slow bitch. A lot is uncovered and brought into light along the journey, even at the last minute, you'll be thrilled. You'll see in this piece of work, how a person can have his or her life planned out and fate will just decide to have its play.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

Her favorite band will rock her all night long. But will she win their hearts, too? Music journalist Olivia is thrilled for the reunion her favorite band, The Eclipsed. She's had a crush on all of the band's scorching hot members - Soren, Ezra and Kai-since she was a teenager and their music saved her life. But since they mysteriously disappeared five years ago, The Eclipsed has become music's biggest enigma, so Olivia jumps at the chance to cover their new shows for her publication. And when the band's smoldering manager Walker invites her to join them on the road, how can Olivia say no? Finally, she has a chance to get up close and personal-really, really personal-with these rock gods and to find out if their filthy reputations are true. Because they don't just want her to join their tour-they want her to join them in bed. They love to share the spotlight almost as much as they love to share their women, and Olivia has irresistible chemistry with all of them. Can Olivia be the harmony they need on and off the stage? Or are there hidden secrets in their past, and her own, that risk all the sweet notes turning sour? WARNING: This story contains strong language, sexual content, and depictions of sexual acts with dubious consent by one or multiple parties, substance abuse, mental health crises, and misogyny that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Cover design by Mayhem Cover Creations *** This story is part of a special collection of YONDER Originals now available on Wattpad! Unlock part-by-part or the full story with Wattpad Coins.

Someone once said: >>>monsters don't live under our bed. They live in the recesses of our minds<<<< (variation of Edgar Allen Pope's famous quote). Afraid this saying might be literally true, and that one truly resides in her mind; Tormenta runs, trying to escape from herself and the monster that lurks in the dark. She'd been running from death, before encountering something more formidable than death; something even death fears; always residing in the midst of the darkness and in her head. He's sinfully beautiful, but also the root of all evil. He's the embodiment of doom and darkness for mankind. He puts her in a coffin, throws her off a cliff, chokes her till she feels death caressing her cheeks; yet, she begs for no mercy. What would you do if you find out you just tied your fate to that of a being worse that death's? Lest I forget, death is never an option, cause he saves her always at the brink of death. ... Open Novella Contest, prompt #80