//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

Sequel to "Of Mobsters and Men" The Pride is under attack when an unknown enemy steps out of the shadows to settle a score with Capo leader, Stefano Vanzetti. With numerous, grusome, unexplainable murders and clues left behind to lure the Capo into a trap, it becomes transparent that Stefano is not the only one the enemy is after.

Paris didn't know if it was the liquor in her system that was making her feel turned on by him just staring at her. She watch as He took his drink to the head in one gulp causing some to drip down, he licked his pink lips slowly while She stared at him with a lustful gaze, thinking a millions of things his tongue could do to her. She found her self getting excited from how close they were he lean down even more closer to her face and down to her neck. Loving the feel of his breath on her neck she anticipated for his lips to meet her neck when she felt the warmth leave her and heard someone let out a deep chuckle She opened her eyes she realizing that he was only reaching over to put the cap back on the bottle which made her blush in embarrassment Paris couldn't stand how he was making her feel, she grip on to the counter feeling like she was ready to faint, while he walk back to where he was earlier leaning over the counter like nothing happened. Finally Getting herself together Paris took another drink gulping it down not liking how she was feeling naked under his intense stare. ¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ All his life King had to Watch how people around him suffer and even died because of love he vowed not to ever fall in love, He wanted nothing to do with it. Till one day he met paris who also didn't believe in love, she knew the rules and she knew how to play the game from watching her brothers run the game on girls. Read on to find out What happens when the infamous king meets Paris, will it send their life and heart into a unexpected twist and turns. Reader's discretion advised. This book contains mild language, violence and sexual content

"What the heck!?" Adriana let out stunned now suddenly aware of her very exposed position. Her black two piece bikini underneath the sheer gold bathing suit cover up wasn't exactly much of a cover up and Salvatore was not going to be impressed with her. "What are you doing?" She continued stepping back into the rail, feeling the cold metal push up against her lower back as he stepped towards her. The elevator quickly moving upwards towards the suites. "Where's your boyfriend?" His voice gruff and demanding. "What?" She questioned still pondering how she had gotten herself into this situation. The elevator pinged once again, the doors opening briefly to reveal a family of four. "Take the next one!" He demanded pushing the button once more before flicking his head back to stare at her looking indecent as ever. "You think he'd be ok with you looking like... This?" He questioned knowingly taking a step towards her, like a lion stalking its prey. His hand brushing against the gold material before taking a fist full into his hand jolting her forward towards him taking her by complete surprise as her body smashed into his stern frame. "You think he'd be ok with you acting like this?" Adriana questioned back placing both palms on his chest slightly pushing away trying to keep her balance in the moving elevator. "Don't touch me..." She warned. "He wouldn't like it!" A chuckle falling from his lips as he stepped towards her once more, his fist still firmly fisting the material. "But you like it Adriana... Don't you?" He teased with a harsh tone of authority. "Fück your boyfriend!" And then his free hand was under her cover up, his palm flush against her bikini bottom core, pushing her there, a gasp falling from her lips. "We can't..."

Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer took a deep breath trying with every fibre in his body to contain his excitement. This wasn't the first time, no. This had happened many times and once push came to shove, he found most people were all talk. Especially women. They were always all talk. He glanced back behind him, the FBI agent casually leaning against the wall under the camera with one leg bent, his shoe placed flush against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Waiting. Patiently waiting for the officer to get down to business. "You're willing to testify to these accounts?" She licked her coral painted lips nervously. For a brief moment she thought of Salvatore and everything he had done for her. All the things he had promised her. All the moments they shared together. her eyes travelling from the officer, to the FBI agent and then to up to the camera. "Yes. I'll do whatever you need me to do." _______________✏