Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****

"She better be okay. Otherwise the world Was going to see a bloodpath of epic proportions in organized Crime world"- Mason Russo ♤♤♤♤ " you have one job..one damn job that is to protect my wife not one hair upon her precious little head better not be out of place" he demanded to the 20 suited man that stood surrounded him. " yes sir" the answered back very curious to see the wife of the Italian notorious drug lord. " Are you fucking serious mase i dont need protection" the African American Beauty came screaming into his office leaving everyone speechless. But making him smile he still remember meeting her even tho their meeting wasnt a happy start him finding her getting the life beating out of her here she stood stronger then before if not more beautiful. " bella silenzioso" Mason said while the 20 guards left out leaving them alone. Mason leaned back on his desk smirking at his wife eying her hungrily "striscia"( strip) he demanded ♧♧♧♧ Who wouldve predicted them meeting him saving her..her changing him... with the the world weighing down on his shoulders and new enemies rising coming left field while he may he the notorious mafia king best and believe he would always protect mrs. Russo

After giving up the love of his life, David Morris had closed of the idea of ever falling in love again, that is until he met Monique. She reminded him so much about her, but would he be able to look past that and fall in love once again?. "I'm not Michelle, David. I'm never gonna be Michelle so it's either me or her" Monique stammered, throwing her hands up in the air. "Monique, please calm down" David sighed. "Calm down? No! I'm not gonna sit around and wait for you to make up your mind so I'm gonna ask again. Who do you really want, David.... me or her?".

Volatile Kylin McGuinness finds herself in a jam when she's forced to leave her hometown. Attending a show for her best friend's dance tour in London, she meets Sean O'Loughlin. Sean has pretty much seen and lived through every obstacle life can throw at a person. So, when he meets Kylin at his sister's dance performance, he immediately knows what's about to happen. Two months after meeting each other, Sean moves to the states to be with Kylin and they start living together. The intensity of their relationship creates a plethora of emotions and truths that test the boundaries of their special love.

Ironically, for someone named after the jolly emotion, Joy is quite sad. But justifiably, she hasn't really had much reason to squeal in happiness these days. Stuck in a job she hates with responsibilities so paramount she feels asphyxiated on a good day, happiness is so far out of reach it's basically unattainable. Little does she know, Daniel Maranzano has decided to dedicate his life to making her smile. A sweet, humourous, erotic tale about love, lust and the meaning of happiness. ••• Highest Rank: #1 in Interacial 25/08/2019 #1 in Happyending 24/05/2020 #4 in Chicklit 25/08/2019 #5 in BWWM 01/05/2020 **MATURE CONTENT** **Short Chapters** **Unedited**

Zara Palmer is a passionate, hardworking and optimistic waitress, living in New York with her two best friends. Her life changes when she meets Alexander, an attractive and humble prince from the UK with a passion for Human Rights. Zara can't seem to find her place. Will she embrace her new position or retreat back to her comfort zone? Ranked #10 in Royals Ranked #1 in African (10/08/2019) Ranked #1 in interracial

When finally the man he has loved turns his back on him and commits the ultimate crime of betrayal, Sebastian feels as though his entire life has fallen apart and there is no hope for him while still trying to be strong, for his brother. Years without his first love, Sebastian tells himself that he will forever be alone. Forever be unloved. That is until he runs into a certain man with a gigantic bright pink hat. Suddenly, Sebastian's life doesn't seem so gray.

Serenity Hollowell just wanted to live well...in Serenity but all that is crashed when Francesco Marino comes into her life and rearranges it. Francesco Marino was fighting when he ran into her. She helped him and then tried to throw him out. Usually he could get over a woman anytime but not her. He refused for her to get rid of him in her life. He was going to be in it no matter what. And that was a promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't think you are a play thing at all. I don't think you are a 'thing' period. I think you are perfect to be on my side. What is it going to take for me to have you for myself?"Francesco said pulling her waist closer to his and putting his face in her neck. Just to smell her gain. "A lot. I bet you have plenty of women wrapped around your finger." Serenity pointed to the girls who never left his section. Still waiting on him to come back. "Go play with them Francesco. Fuck with them as long as you can." Francesco turned Serenity's face to his and whispered in her ear. "The next time you disrespect the fact that I want you, ill bend you over and make you mine. No more putting me off Serenity." Francesco said and got a drink from the bar. And walked away. "Whatever." Serenity said.

••^^"Meek......obedient.....naive....plain....emotional....docile....I guess she will do." I heard him utter to himself and I was lost as to what he meant by that. He reached inside on of the drawers to take out a file and pushed it my way. "I trust your feeble mind will be capable of memorizing everything in here by Monday. You, Miss Wilson, you are going to pretend to be my fiancée for a week. My driver will be over to pick you up on Sunday evening, that will be all. You can go now."^^••• He needed a pretend fiancée for a week to convince his grandfather to fully hand over all Adkins holdings to him. She was the perfect person to use to convince his grandfather he was family oriented and could commit not only to his work. What happens when the devilishly handsome Italian Yale Adkins-Benenati imposes his way on Santa Faye Wilson, a plain, naive, plus size and clumsy girl? Will sparks ignite and consume them both?

Remi walked deeper into the room but didn't make it any further before hearing "Get on your knees" She simply complied, reaching down to slip off her heels, before her fingers could grace the nude Louis Vuitton's he spoke again. "leave them on" She bit down the growl that sat on the tip of her burgundy painted lips and pulled off her shoes, setting them to the side, she may be in the wrong but she refused to let him punish her like a naughty school girl instead of the respectable and grown ass woman she was. She sank to her knees and watched him walk over before stopping in front of her, for the first time since entering the room she raised her head and looked at him, Adonis Roe represented his name to a T and he was as beautiful as he was predictable, to Remi at least. Remi pushed herself up and so she wasn't resting on her knees but standing on it and unbuckled his belt.