Don Seth Salvatore was the most dangerous man in London. Living two successful lives both normal and underworld, he was unstoppable. Alana Carsten's world was turned upside down the moment she said her ' I do ' to the vows that tied her entire life to the Don himself, thrown into a dangerous mafia world the fearless spicy twenty five years old was ready for any challenges coming her way. • book one of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

* 'I-I am sorry your highness I touched ...!' She was trying to apologize, but she fell silent as she could not utter with her mouth that she accidentally touched his lips. 'But I am not sorry!' He said calmly looking straight at her. What was she supposed to say after hearing his words? 'I did not mean to touch your highness's ...' she said with great difficulty. 'That was not a touch.' He said not permitting her to brush it off as an accident, even though it clearly was. 'It was a kiss.' He said with a hoarse determined voice. She widened her eyes, as her face flushed even more than it did when she realized what she had done. He dared to say the word she avoided. 'That was not! I...' she tried to refute. 'What is a kiss Celia?' She could not answer. How could she say the definition of a kiss with her own mouth, it would only confirm his words. * 'It was an accident. I am truly sorry, I did not mean any discourtesy towards your highness. If I can make up for my error somehow?' She quickly said. She did not know of his personal life, as he had a tight security around him and nobody knew much of the king outside official visits and business. He must have felt insulted. 'Please don't call it an accident. For a first kiss of a person to be called an accident ...' He said again with a dejected tone, but did not continue. It was like he had already gotten his point across. 'Ahhh. I am so sorry! It really was an ...' She wanted to say accident but, because of his pleading she could not actually say it. To have committed the blame of taking the king's first kiss and then not acknowledging it, how would he think of her? At this point she did not even realize that their roles had reversed, or that it was her first kiss also. PS: If you like loyal mates... then please proceed further :D

Elena Russo has never lived a normal life like most. To her normal was having a constant bodyguard and not being able to indulge much on life at home. Money had seemed to be endless and she was happy in the only life she ever knew. Elena was the eldest girl of three in her family. Her father Antonio Russo was a Mafia boss for the Russo crime family that started with her great grandfather in Italy before migrating to Miami. The last few years was rough on Antonio and he had to make some big decisions to save his family. Unfortunately the only fix he had involved his eldest daughter. Lorenzo Moretti was the only child and heir to his father Michael Moretti. He was the prince to the Moretti crime family and knew it wouldn't be long before he would be king. Once Lorenzo was old enough to retain all that was taught to him Michael began grooming him to take over the family. Life as Elena knew it was about to change, whether it was good or bad was yet to be seen... Could hatred and resentment turn into love and admiration... **** This story will contain violence, mature subjects, strong language and mature scenes. This will also be a bit slow going at first so I could see how it does because this is my first original story. **** The plot, characters and everything you read in this story is first and foremost a fictional story that is the work of my imagination. I own everything in my story please don't copy my work. Copyright 2015

- Nëse ti largohesh çfarë do të bëhet me mua? E ke menduar ndonjëherë se ndoshta kam nevojë të qëndrosh këtu? E di ? Nëse ti je e sigurtë për këtë , le t'a bëjmë bashkë! Kap dorën time dhe le të kalojmë në anën tjetër ! Le të shohim se kush është trimi i vërtetë këtu! Cover nga @LauritHyseni

Rreth paragjykimeve dhe ideve njerezore , dy te panjohur por aspak te njejte u duhet te jetojn sebashku.Ajo ishte vajze arrogante ndersa ai nje djal me mistere por I paragjykuar dhe pse ishte nje biznesmen I fuqishem. -Mos u merzit e dashur thjesht martohu...Ai s ka per te te bere gje se thojne qe eshte... -Si mundem te dashuroj te jetoj me dike qe nuk e njoh? -Ti duhet...familja jote duhet te shpetoj. Dhe pas pak kohesh u perballa me te. -Me mua mos u merr,fli ne anen tjeter.-foli eger dhe dukej qe ishte i perkushtuar mbas punes. S kam qene kur paragjykuese por me duhet ta beje. -Nuk kam nder mend te merrem me nje... Por mbas nje histori rreth te shkuares cdo gje ndryshon.

Ajo nga Veriu Ai nga Jugu Ajo ishte e llastuar. Ai i matur. Por asnjeri prej tyre nuk e linin te qete njeri tjetrin. Asnjeri nuk thonte po, por asnjeri nuk thonte jo. A/N: Per te shkruar kete liber kam marre pak ndihme nga nje shkodrane ketu ne wattpad. Besoj se e dini te gjithe kush eshte....

Nuk të dua. Ne e duam familjen, shoqërinë, kurse unë ty nuk të dua. Unë ty të dashuroj! Ku qëndron dallimi thua ti? Fjala "të dua" është sinonim i fjalëve "kujdes, besim, mbështetje", kurse "të dashurosh" është diҫka më e fortë. "Të dashurosh" do të thotë të dorëzohesh me trup, shpirt e zemër para një personi. Dhe ja tek jam këtu para teje me trup, shpirt e zemër, i gjunjëzuar si skllav i përjetshme duke të lutur, jo vetëm që të kujdesesh për mua, jo vetëm të kesh besim tek unë, jo vetëm ta kem mbështetjen tënde... Sot do të kërkoj diҫka më shumë nga ti. Sot erdha të të lutem që të më dashurosh. Dorëzoju dashurisë sime. Do dorëzohesh, por jo duke u gjunjëzuar, por duke ma dhënë dorën që të ngrihemi të dy së bashku krah për krah me njëri-tjetrin. Ma dëshmo. Të dorëzohesh para dashurisë nuk është as dobësi dhe as humbje, por është një hap drejt lumturisë. Mos më duaj, më dashuro! | |

Xhejmsi dhe Evisena bien ne dashuri pas nje puthje ne nje kamp te organizuar nga shkolla e tyre. © #Bestseller #Newyorktimes

-Nje mundesi e dyte? Per cfare te lutem? -Per nje jete jo me bardh-e-zi.

#08.03.2017 Ajo mund te jete gjithçka perveçse e embel dhe e brishte. Me nje milion arsye per t'ju arratisur botes, ne kerkim te ajrit, te lirise, te paqes se munguar nder vite. Edhe atehere kur mendon se i ka arritur synimet e saj, jeta e godet serish, me nje intesitet shume here me te forte se me pare... ose, ndoshta me te njejtin intesitet, por ajo nuk eshte me si dikur... e forte per te perballuar gjithçka. Ai... i harruar ne nje bote qe nuk i perket. I fiksuar ne te qenit "i pari" ne gjithçka. Kur ata do te perplasen, shume mure te ngritura rreth qenieve te tyre do te shkaterrohen. Sepse ata sebashku jane nje uragan i vertete qe shkaterrojne gjithçka çfare gjejn para, por jo aq te zot sa per te shpetuar veten nga "uragani i tyre" ...Te qenit i pari eshte vetem kenaqesi qe shijohet ne nje çast shume te shkurter. Te qenit i fundit ka me shume vlere, sepse shijon shume gjate... aq sa te thithesh grimcat e fundit te oksigjenit...