He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

Cover by: @Enny101 Christian DeLuca is a very successful businessman with little regard for anyone he doesn't consider family, he's found work and life easier this way. What happens when he finds himself consumed by one thing, or rather one person, Alesha Moore. His plans are to get her, keep her and never let her find out about his title as a kingpin in the Italian mafia. *** "Alesha, where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep and unsettling tone. "I just saw you commit mass murder Christian. I can't be a part of this world, your world. I'm not built for this life, if this is who you are then.." I let out a humorless chuckle. "I couldn't stomach today let alone the rest of my life. I need to leave, and you need to let me." My voice was so low, even breaking toward the end. Each word provoked tears to spill from my eyes and even more came rushing when I could see how what I said must've felt like daggers to his chest. "You can either stay and talk to me or calm down outside and we'll talk when you're ready, but you are NOT leaving me." His once sexy, endearing voice turned cold and sent frightening shivers throughout my body and I don't know who was staring back at me, but I could no longer see my Christian, not the man I love. *** This book contains mature language AND images, if you find that unsettling, I promise this is not the book for you 😬

He shakes visibly, fear rolling off of him. "I..I..I didn't do shit!!" He says. I roar with laughter and nearly fall over backwards. "Oh, so you're constipated?!" Lena is just a constantly bloated buffoon who got kidnapped by some mafia dude.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

"WHO THE FUCK WAS HE, HUH!" He screamed at me. His anger was rolling off him in waves. "Goddamnit. ANSWER ME ROSE!" I just stood there for a moment until I realize something. "WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, YOUR NOT MY FATHER AND I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT ESPECIALLY AN EXPLANATION." I shouted back at him. My anger quickly turned into fear as he stalked towards me. My back it the wall as he trapping me from leaving. "You belong to me and only me. No one is allowed to touch you and your not allowed to touch anyone else." I looked at him with disbelief. Going around acting like I'm his slave. "I am not your property you do not own me. Like I said before we are not together so I can do whatever I want." I poked his chest with every word. ⚠️WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF TYPOS. (When this book is completely finish I will delete it so that I can fix all the grammar errors and publish it when I'm finished.)

"Miss Johnson is here Mr.Night" I heard my Secretary say into the speaker. "Ok thanks Emily send her in" i said resting my head on my desk. "Hi Mr.Night my name is nov-; i know who you are Mrs. Johnson, have a seat. Sorry to correct you but its Ms.Johonson no ring on this finger she said pointing to her hand as she looked at the floor. "look at me Ms.Johnson" i said getting up from my desk."I will not say it again Ms.Johnson. "I'm sorry sir is this good enough she said looking me in my eyes smirking at me. Let me tell you this my cocky little P.A. you are to knock on my fucking door before entering do you understand me I said raising my voice a little. "Y-yes sir I u-understand" she said looking at the ground."Good your hired; be here tomorrow at 8:30 sharp no later I said sitting back down at my desk as I licked my lips looking at her hug her curvy body as she got up. "Oh and call me Grayson I don't want the yes sir shit understood". "Yes Grayson she whispered shutting the door with a little thud. Nova has been abused and broken by her father after her mom left him to be with a rich white man. Since her mom left Nova has grown to cocky and a independable women until she gets hired at the Night Industries as Grayson P.A. what will happen when these two cross paths will Grayson remind her of her past with her abusive father or will love and lust come between two different people. read and find out in Her Possessive CEO Boss .

"You should speak up more often your voice is so beautiful." ®Twilight All rights reserved to Stephanie Myers

Embittered by betrayal, Greek Tycoon Dionysius Plutarch finally tracks down the elusive Makenna Lewasi five years and eighty-two days after she vanished. In her absence, Dionysius discovered her true motives-Makenna had been involved with one of his board members and had only been with him for his car design company's potential, now a billion-dollar empire. Seeking revenge, Dionysius seizes control of her perfumery, demanding the "majority-stakeholder treatment." His plans falter, however, when a young boy calling Makenna "mama" appears, a boy who looks startlingly like Dionysius. Believing the child might be his, Dionysius gives Makenna an ultimatum: a prenuptial agreement or a custody battle. Reluctantly, Makenna agrees to the prenup, and Dionysius sets a wedding date. Despite their unresolved passion, their relationship remains tumultuous, with Dionysius yearning for more than legal bindings-he wants Makenna's heart. But as he delves into the truth behind Makenna's departure, he uncovers a web of family secrets and a love that refuses to be extinguished. Discover the irresistible mix of passion, intrigue, and the power of love in "Hostiles." the line between vengeance and reconciliation blurs. Can their shattered trust be restored, or will their reunion spell certain disaster? Available now for an unforgettable reading experience.

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