What did I do to end up in this situation? A marriage I had no say in, to a man I've never met before. I didn't even know his name... until the moment my world crumbled. I'm paying for an accident I never should have been part of, an accident that stole everything from me, even the ability to breathe. Now, I'm trapped in this forced marriage with a stranger, with no way out. He's a man I barely know, and yet I can't say no. I'm bound by the circumstances, caught in the web of his world, and I can't escape. But maybe, in time, I'll learn to survive this... and perhaps, even find something I never expected. ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Aurora D'Angelo, an Italian mafia princess, is trapped in an arranged marriage with a man colder than stone. She doesn't want him, she hates him, yet could time turn their forced union into something more?

𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆˚✿˖° 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍. While trying to make the most of her life and also secure a better future for her nephew, agrees to a once in a lifetime opportunity. Marrying the cold and very intimidating business partner of her boss. 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍. The brooding boss of the Irish Mafia. He has achieved everything in his life. From taking over his father's throne, to getting a total respect from his workers. He has it all. Almost. There is one more thing he has to do to completely inherit his family fortune. Have a wife. ⋆˚✿˖°

Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

redemancy; a love returned A story in which an innocent girl is found at the wrong place at the wrong time, and meets the six most dangerous men on earth.

"Winter, I don't want to be friends." Emerson whispered, softly, while slow tears cascaded down his tan flesh. As if her heart couldn't break anymore, it did. "Why?" Her soft voice cracked as new tears coated her hot cheeks. "Because I want to be more than friends with you." Emerson whispered even softer. And with that Winter's heart soared. He tugged a bit harder on her bottom lip and Winter let out a moan. Emerson took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Winter was hot all over her body. Their tongues slowly touched, sending their bodies into sensory override. He let out a groan as he released her swollen lips. Their foreheads pressed together, as they regained their breath. They definitely weren't friends anymore. ----- Copyright © 2021 Please don't judge, my first book. Trigger Warning: Irregular eating habits, emotions.

Arabella by @_tetris_ (reuploaded) I do not own or take credit for this story.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

Lavender has lived her entire life sheltered developing extreme anxiety, what happens when she moves away alone, and meets a professor who sees to her dependency. :') not edited, updates consistently- okay kinda consistently. tysm for giving my book a try & be nice too or else :p

NOT EDITED AND NEEDS IT HEAVILY Anneliese is a sweet, kind, empathetic, and outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a place to be herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time. Xavier, a dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He's direct, but prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort in her new life. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).