[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

(BEING EDITED IN PRIVATE) "No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful. In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in 70. We are all meant to be utterly destroyed by the fact of death. Of the fact that love can't save you. Unless it can.

"Nobody deserves misery, but sometimes it's just your turn." Davina Blackwell has spent 5 years planning out how to tare apart the Viper mafia, along with the man who had once loved her. Matteo Creed has spent 5 years mourning the loss of his soulmate, only for an unexpected marriage to stir in his family. Once Davina comes face to face with her epic love, will she forget about the heartbreak and betrayal or learn to overcome her demons? Either way, karmas a real bitch.

Nicole Jackson is a 24 year old waitress at The Star Cafè. She ran away from her abusive parents from California to New York in search for a better life. She hopes to find peace and happiness in the new city. Dante Moretti is a 27 Mafia king. He is known for killing anything or anyone who even thinks of looking his way which is why many people tend to avoid his presence as a whole. He only cares for his family and close friends. Uses women as toys and sees no use in respecting them since it's either they want him because of his looks and money. Deep inside all of that hard exterior he carries, he wishes to find his Queen. He finally meets a curvy yet small girl with curly hair at his Club. Will she be his future Mafia Queen? Why don't you find out [Still to be edited]

Charlotte is kidnapped and shipped half way across the world when clubbing with friends. After being sold she tries to find any possible way to make the mans life a nightmare, her quick witt and need to prove that she isn't scared may just get her killed. She'll go down fighting, that's for sure. Magic is a man with no humour, he loves his money and wants to live up to his awful fathers legacy. Charlotte sure makes it difficult to do business when making him frustrated and angry. Violence is the only way he's been taught, will that change? ___________________________________________ He bites his lip in frustrations trying to hold back anger, I've already broken his 'rule' oops. "Yes, that's the name I go by and you will use it" "Oh so, it's not your real name, so what is your real name", I giggle. "No one knows my real name, you will never know my real name, do you understand?", He questions. "Yes I do Bossman", sarcasm laced through my words. "You're pushing your luck Charlotte, one more peep out of that smart mouth and you'll be sorry", he deeply scowls. I stand up out of the chair and lean over the desk, "I don't give a flying fuck" ___________________________________________ RATED R ⚠️READ AT OWN RISK⚠️ -Violence -Smut -Sexual abuse/SA -Drug abuse -Mental health -Bad Language ⚠️READ AT OWN RISK⚠️ BOOK COVER DESIGNED BY: @DeepestDesiire

"If you think a night is all you are going to be on my bed under me. Little one! How wrong are you." She gulped not trusting her ears that hear what her brute of a husband said. He pulled her close to him breathing on her little face tingling her lips trembled. Her eyes wide in disbelieve. She turned beetroot red thinking of all that had transpired between them. She was sore all over her body. "But that was a mis... mistake and we should not repeat it again." He chuckled pushing the lock of her dark hair behind her ear leaving a tingling sensation on her ever sensitive nape. He closed the distance and brought his lips to her already bruised nape sucking the same spot making it darker. She couldn't hold in her moan and let out a desperate cry. "We. will. not. repeat. the. same. again. coz He said in between kisses she was brought back to reality, his words not making any sense to her. He pulled the sheet away which covered her naked self. Trailing his calloused fingers gently down to her... "We will do so much more and so much new things you've never experienced. You got so much to catch up with and this husband of yours will take the honour to do it all." She blushed and also a tingle went down her sore v*****. There was this saying about her husband. 'Ricardo Wilde never went back on his words.' She was going to experience it all and learn so much more. This arranged marriage and all that came with was indeed too much for her, starting from her husband.

Medusa has always been presented as the monster to fear, nothing else. But what if there was something more behind the diamond-shaped pupils? What if we haven't been paying the necessary attention to meet the soul behind the curse? Imprisoned to live on an island for the rest of her eternity without any company but her snakes, and the sea that brings her joy but also sorrow, Medusa will soon discover new things she was never able to experience, not even as a mortal millennia ago. [+18] Mature Content

Aurora Rothschild is a billionaire with an empire she doesn't run. There's a hard past behind her that hasn't been easy to pretend to overcome, considering the pillar of her life has been gone for quite a couple of years. Aurora us tormented and will do anything to cling onto a person until she realizes enough is enough. The young woman finds herself trying to overcome her past without no one by her side which is unusual to her and a true challenge indeed but something she feels is imperative for her survival. In the midst of the storms she's fighting, she'll find a confidant with a lot of 'bloody dark secrets' himself. "You must be mad if you think of yourself as dull and antisocial; a person who opens up easily is one who needs and wants to be heard desperately which means they have a lot to say, thus they're beyond interesting. Also, maybe you should start loving yourself before looking for a man to do so; you're the only constant thing in your life, darling and more often than not men are rubbish." ⚠️Mature content⚠️ This is a story I created to relieve stress and/or writer's block so there won't be an updating schedule and I might drop a couple of chapters at a time.

Morgana Acampora was born into wealth but riches over the horizon don't buy a happy home. For her family she goes unnoticed even if her actions are always done with the goal of gaining affection or at least some attention. Horrific things can happen in a mansion too, especially with a family like the Acamporas and more so with a mother like Morgana's. Morgana will do anything and everything to please her parents, even agreeing to a ridiculous proposal that seems to be brought to the present by the 1800s. On her path filled by lies, fake smiles and darkness she'll meet many men but one in particular that'll awake something inside of her. Maybe she'll finally get to write her own destiny.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.