"𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲." "𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 "𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞" ♥ ♥*♡∞:｡.｡　　｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Haven Scotch. A 20 year old broken girl who works for her bastard of a father Evin, planning her escape any moment she can. She has been longing for an escape since her mother died. When Evin cannot pay up to the Metric Mafia, they take Haven, hoping to use her against him. But, they soon realize that they want the same thing. To take Evin down. Will Haven stand with the Metric Mafia or will she stand against them? 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬/𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐂 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧

He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't. "Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me . "fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice. he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand. "we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling" ______________________________________________________ Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble. Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.

I thought I knew what pain was. I was wrong. But at least, I got something good out of it- a person who protected me above all else. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a charming but brooding billionaire who hated me before he even knew me. He saved me from the world and so I mistook him for a hero. He wasn't a hero, though. He was the devil. And I fell for him. - "I have given you the freedom to do a lot of things, sweetheart, slapping me is not one of them," Daniel growls at me. "Let go of my hand." "No." Both of us glare at each other in silence- neither willing to back down first. I should be the one to back down first because I started our fight, I provoked him and as sorry as I feel for that, I did not deserve what he called me. Daniel's eyes shift to my lips for less than a second but its enough to change something between us. It's enough for all the anger between us to be replaced by lust. "Let go of my hand," I repeat, breathlessly, but this time my voice is different- quieter and unconvincing. He looks into my eyes again, leans in and brushes my lips with his. "No." -

"I-I should be heading to my room now." I told him not in anyway ready to face him. "Turn around." He instructed. "Your fiancee may w-wake up soon to use t-the bathroom or discover no ones t-there." This would definitely not be a good look. Stop stuttering, I mentally chanted. "She won't." Was his response. "Please, I must head back to my r-room." I informed him, it had already been too long since we were in the bathroom alone. "You won't be getting out of here until you comply with my instructions." He informed. What game was he playing! I obliged and did what he said slowly turning around with my eyes tightly. *********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

"I think you've already starved me enough, Amia, just one taste. I promise I won't bite." Marcello implored, his hands slipping gently between my thighs whilst his thumb slowly caressed my skin. ***** Amia embodied everything Marcello Ortega, a violent and dangerous mafia leader, loathed. She was his cock's itch, and the only way to get rid of it was to either destroy her or pin her against his bed, relieving his impediment. Amia was returning home from work late one night when she came across a critically injured man on the street and, being the kindhearted and unselfish girl she is, decided to assist. She had no idea that the man she had assisted was the vicious and callous underground Mafia leader, and she would soon find herself entangled in sweet yet deadly illusions. ********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

Luca Giovanni. The heir to New York's biggest enterprise has a task to complete before his father will pass down the company to him- the company that he's worked his whole life for. He has to find a wife. See, Luca? He didn't do the hearts and flowers. He didn't even do dates. He didn't need back talk, he knew what he wanted. A Submissive. When little miss Valerie Stevens waltzes- well runs into him and spills her Starbucks on him & literally falls down on her knees to beg for forgiveness... he believes he's found just the right girl. Little did he know, Valerie would take him on a ride he never expected and get caught up in the Italian mob along the way. Oh, and she doesn't have a submissive bone in her body.

"C- Can you move b- back a little?" My words made him smirk and if it's even possible, he came closer. Why do I always have to stuck between him and the desk?! "Why? Am I making you nervous?" "No." I lied. Ofcourse, he was making me nervous. His eyes had the power to hold a person on his place and that's what his eyes were doing to me. "Really?" He asked, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer towards him. On instinct, I put my hands on his chest. I didn't like it. I didn't like the way my body was responding to his touches. "T- This is un- unprofessional." I choked out the words, but I wish I couldn't have. He brought his face closer, so close that I could feel his minty breath on my lips. My lips parted accordingly in shock. "Oh, is it?" He said, mockingly. Oh god! What have I gotten myself into? •••• Aaron Steele, the CEO of the multi billionaire Steele's Company was the eligible bachelor of 25. He always had his way among girls and having blue eyes, a chiseled jaw and a hot body, didn't help either. With new woman on her arms every other day, he was obviously not planning on falling on that cliché word also called love, but would his thoughts of not falling in love still remain the same, after meeting her? Sienna Collins was a girl of 22 with extremely shy personality. After completing her graduation, the only thing in her mind was to get a good job and settle on her own, but what she didn't expected was a job at Steele's Company. This is a story of the innocent and the sinful. Read inside to find out what happens when two persons from exactly opposite worlds collide together. #I would suggest 14+ to read this story as some part in the book contains mature scenes. ~ # 37 in Romance #12 in humor *I am not a grammer nazzy, so there would be grammatical mistakes.*

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.

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.