Harper is a nurse at an elite private hospital for VIPs. She handles difficult people for a living, but nobody is as impossible-or as dangerous-as her newest patient. Alessandro arrives half-dead, breathtakingly handsome, and completely uncontrollable. He's arrogant, Italian, and refuses to follow orders. But Harper is the only one on the ward who won't back down. While others tremble at his glare, she takes charge. Who else can claim they physically tied the boss of the Italian Mafia to his hospital bed for an entire night just because he was being a "bad patient"? Harper definitely can. She restrained the Devil himself to save his life. But what happens when the Don is finally released?

* His hot breath fans my neck as he presses an open mouth kiss there "Walking away just like that huh Mrs Bernardi?" He brings his face up touching his forehead with mine His hooded eyes on me then on my lips "Then I guess you really are weak" He says provoking me. I clench my jaw glaring at him "Fuck you" I try to hit his chest to remove myself from his hold but I couldn't, his grip was too strong that I couldn't even move "Let. Me. Go" I grit my teeth glaring at him "Why?" He mumbles in a mocking tone as he kisses my cheek trailing down to my jaw biting down there I gasp "Afraid that you'll fall in love?" He flickers his gaze to mine, His eyes were hooded A smirk touches his lips We stay there looking in each other's eyes, his forehead stays connected with mine, His lips merely inches away from mine but he don't kiss me, He just.... Stays there. We stay lost in our haze when I speak "It will destroy us" I say whisper still caught in trance while looking in his eyes "You and me both" I whisper to him "Does it matter?" He mutters and I barely heard him before he finally closes the distance between us by pressing his lips on mine -------------------- Luca Bernardi, heir to the ruthless Italian mafia, rules with cold precision and an iron fist. Alisa Vernost, the fiery sister of his sworn enemy, is everything he shouldn't want yet everything he can't resist. Bound by a marriage neither chose, their worlds collide in a storm of hate, power, and forbidden desire. Every glance ignites fury. Every touch blurs the line between love and war. Enemies by blood. Lovers by fate. Will their hatred consume them... or will surrender destroy them both? STRITCLY FOR ADULT READERS ONLY 18+

I was free... until I was condemned. Dracko Sullivan, a drug lord as ruthless as he is obsessive, forced me to become his wife. If I refused, my family would die. I accepted... and he locked me inside his golden cage, believing he could own everything-even my heart. But that was the one thing he could never have. On our wedding day, I discovered what hell truly was. There, beside Dracko, stood Damian-my forbidden love... his silent guard and the right hand of my captor. I didn't know the truth, but Damian already knew I was untouchable. Our reunion erupted in accusations and hidden truths. I thought he had abandoned me, until he confessed what Dracko had done: he blackmailed him under the threat of killing his parents, forcing him to disappear from my life. We were two souls chained by the same executioner... and by the same love. What we had was reborn in secret, a dangerous romance balanced on the edge of a blade. But Dracko began to suspect something, and in a burst of jealousy, he murdered Damian right in front of me. That day I lost my love. But I also discovered something I must protect at any cost: I am pregnant with Damian's child. And to save him... I'll have to make Dracko believe the baby is his.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

❝You're the most beautiful and most exquisite thing that was placed on this earth. No masterpiece could ever compare.❞ Zasha says, brushing his thumb against my cheek. Zasha Sokolov has built his life on one rule: never get attached. In the cold, ruthless world he inhabits, emotional distance is his only armor against the pain of a past that refuses to stay buried. This detachment has been his key to survival and the reason for his meteoric rise to power. But when the position he's fought his whole life to attain comes with a condition- a forced marriage-Zasha's carefully constructed world begins to crack. Adora has always been a beacon of light, masking the shadows that linger in her life. But when her abusive family sells her into marriage to pay off her sister's debt to the Bratva, she quickly realizes her so-called new beginning is nothing more than a fresh kind of hell. Trapped in a union that promises nothing but pain, Adora clings to the hope of escape-until she meets the man she's destined to marry. Zasha never anticipated that his bride would be an arsenophile with a smile as disarming as her fascination with death. Adora's blend of innocence and darkness stirs something in him that he's long suppressed, something that could destroy the fortress he's built around his heart. As their lives become entwined, passion and danger ignite, threatening to consume them both.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

He was 22. I was 16. To the world, he was my older family friend. To me, he was everything. But to him, I was just a spoiled rich kid who didn't know love. Until I left. And came back... dangerous. Now I walk past him like we never met. But his eyes beg for the boy he broke. Too bad I'm not him anymore. This time, I'm not the one chasing.

"Please don't hurt me" I begged. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and something darker... "But if you try anything..." he says, his voice taking a dangerous edge. "If you try to run or scream or otherwise cause any trouble... well then, I might change my mind". My heart rate quickened and I just nodded my head. "Good girl, you're making this easier for both of us". Suddenly, he grips my chin tightly, his body now fully pressed against mine, I could feel his hardness against my body and I let out an involuntary gasp. "Shh, you don't want to wake mommy and daddy do you?" I nodded my head, unable to form words . "Good girl, just do as I say and every thing will be fine..." ♥ A girl is separated from the only person who cared for her when she is sold to the Mafia. The person she's given to happens to be a cruel yet powerful Mafia King. As time goes by he can't help but feel possessive of her and starts caring for her in his own way. However the dangerous world they inhabit is anything but forgiving. Together they must navigate the dangerous world of the mafia and find a way to balance their relationship amidst a web of violence and deception. Will they be able to find a way to stay together or will the dangerous world they inhabit tear them apart and leave their story unfinished?. Find out in this thrilling story of danger, desire and redemption which will keep you on the edge of your seat till the very last chapter...