When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

His fist came down hard on my cheek. I knew there was going to be a large bruise there in a few minutes. It was already pretty sore. 1. He grabbed me by my hair and slung me to the floor. His boot slammed into my stomach and blood poured into my mouth. 2. I kept counting until I let the darkness envelope me. I was thankful that you couldn't feel what was being done to you when you passed out. I dreamed of my three saviors from the horrific ordeal that was my life; Max, the sun, and... the blade. Hi, my name is Kyler, and this... is my life.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Cassidy Monroe never meant to fall for her professor. But something about his quiet charm, the way he carried his sorrow like a shadow, pulled her in deeper than she ever expected. As their connection grows, Cassidy stumbles into the dark past he's tried to bury-one that binds them in ways she couldn't have imagined. "River" is a story of love found too soon, heartbreak that lingers too long, and a choice that could break what's left of her heart forever.

*MAY BE TRIGGERING TO ABDUCTION AND/OR RAPE VICTIMS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* Luther, 17 year old Serial Killer, meets the new girl Ava Lane, and plots to make her his next victim. However when his chances come to kill her, he cannot follow through and realizes he is becoming infatuated with her. As deranged as he is, will he manage to keep her out of harm's way? The world of a killer is a dangerous one. And will she ever return his affections? Started: February 23 2015 - August 20 2015

"Where do you think you're going? Did I told you to leave?" He spoke and walked closer to me. He placed his left hand around my throat and pushed against the wall. I winced in pain. He was holding a knife in his right hand, and slowly trailed down with the top of the knife down my jawline. "D-dont, please" I gulped. I closed my eyes and I was shaking. I was about to pass out.