𝟏𝟖+ She was passion incarnate - the forbidden fruit. He was everything she ever dreamed of. Together they made magic. But even though forbidden things have a secret charm, breaking the rules comes at a price. Especially when people start disappearing left and right and you don't know who to trust anymore... * 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 This story contains mature themes, including, but not limited to: explicit sex scenes and references, the use of profanity, the mention and use of drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

"Who are y-you?" I whisper to him, scared that might he do something bad to me if I tried to move. Sensing the bad energy that screamed power and mystery that seemed to always be around him. As he turns to look me in the eyes with the most beautiful grey eyes I have ever seen, "Do you really wanna know who I am, Principessa?" he said with a smirk on his face. "Ye-yes, I wanna k-know who y-you are and what you w-want from m-me," I stated, feeling scared for my life. As he leaned closer to me, smelling his cologne, which surprisingly smelled good. "To answer you, Principessa... I am known as the Devil himself... Liam Santiago," he said with a smirk that screamed danger. As fear danced in my eyes, knowing very well who this man was, I had no choice but to sit there terrified. "Please let me g-go," I said, knowing I have no way of escaping this. What have you gotten yourself into Isa...I thought to myself. *********** Liam Santiago is well known for the ways he kills his victims without remorse, a scary, feared, heartless killer, and a dangerous man to ever live. Liam is the leader of the Italian Mafia. He took over when he was 16 years old. And the most powerful leader to ever live. Isabella White is a beautiful, innocent girl, doing her second year at university. The person who claims to be her father is an abusive alcoholic who makes her life a living hell. She believes no one could ever love her because she is broken. What happens when she finds herself in danger and is saved by the cold-blooded Italian? Will love overcome evil? Will Isabella be saved from her nightmare? Find out:) [Word count:1811-2000] [Date:09/07/22] Cover page by:Jess @rykemedows on Pinterest. Based on Mafia, Romance, Murder, Abuse, Rape,Kidnap,Self-harm, Weapons, Sexual content, Suspense, and Age-gap

✓ COMPLETED ✓ Started: 2nd NOV 2020 Finished: 23th AUG 2021 EDITING! I could feel his gaze on me as my hands slowly reached to the blood coming out of my fiance. It was cold, sticky, and wet. As it stained my hands, tears were beginning to pour down causing me to subconsciously wipe my face. "How'd you feel after committing your first murder?" His deep voice asked me from behind. Slowly turning around, showing him the mess of emotions I was going through. "Fuck you." I responded slowly, with much anger. I caught a spark in his eye and he slowly began to smirk. "It won't be your last." *+*+* Stephano Varallo. A dangerous man feared by men and admired by women. Andrea Russo. A kind woman with her perfect fiance and loyal bestfriend. When Stephano requests for a nurse to come to his house Andrea arrives and Stephano can't seem to let her go. Far from a cliche. *+*+* A spin-off to His Personal Assistant.

✓ COMPLETED ✓ Started: 16th OCT 2020 Finished: 14th FEB 2021 EDITING! Finally out of the orphanage, Arabella needs to find a job with a good pay that she'll be able to provide for herself. When young Italian millionaire, Vincenzo Varallo hires her to be his personal assistant she has to try and ignore his charms to focus on her job as well as find out where she came from. *+*+* "Mr Varallo," I begin slowly. "Our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional." I protest pushing his body away from mine but that just seemed to make him want to come closer. "I'm your boss, right?" He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. I nod my head only because I'm afraid a squeak may exit my mouth. "Then I order you to go on your knees and suck." He smirks. *+*+* #1 Explicitlanguage - 13|01|21 #1 Don 24|02|21 #1 Darkromance 01|03|21 #1 Mob - 06|03|21 #2 Gắng - 11|04|21 #2 Hate - 22|04|21 #2 Boyxgirl - 23|04|21 #1 Lust - 27|04|21 #1 Gắng - 18|07|21

BOOK 2 •°•mature content•°• (THE ESPOSITO FAMILY) Esposito's finally living a safe and happy life ever since Jace and Augustine is dead. But no one and nowhere is safe when it comes to this family. Enemies are always lurking and are planning on getting revenge. But who? Someone's plotting revenge on the Esposito family who will get hurt first and who will feel hurt the most. Tears will be shed. Voices will be heard. Some will be clueless. Who will that person be? Who's planning the revenge?. "They thought they could get away with what they did to me. Never watch out Nikolai and Serena because I'll be watching your every move and when I finally get my hands on your family you'll be sorry you ever messed with me" find out by reading

"He'd pay me two grand a month to sleep with me?" "No. He'd pay you two grand a 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬." ... Maggie is a college student working as a stripper in Las Vegas when a close friend approaches her with a proposition. High-end escorting. Desperate to gain independence and pay off a variety of debts, the offer seems more than tempting. Cut off from her family and their illegally-gained wealth, she decides to make money with the only thing that is truly hers: her body. As she pursues a profession in sex work as a way to regain control of her life, her dark past comes back to haunt her, throwing quite a wrench into her plans. Maggie tries to mask her previous losses with love in its various forms. But what is the reality of finding true love when your job is getting paid to sleep with other people? ... *Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences ONLY. This story is stand alone. You DO NOT need to read the first story to understand this one, but there will be a major spoiler in the second half. Please remember to vote and comment!

Jeremy and Samantha have hit a rough patch in their relationship but will they do what needs to be done in order to get to where they need to be or will they call it quits? WARNING. This is not a stand alone book, if you haven't already read Toxicity book 1 then you will not know what is going on.

DARK ROMANCE BOOK: Smut warning ⚠️ . . I shivered when I felt his hot breath approaching my shoulder; I wasn't ready for this. Goosebumps all over my body , my heart raced and I nearly jumped when a drop of cold water from his wet hair dropped on bare skin of my shoulder, and crawled down to my cleavage. As a reflex I put my hand on his chest, but regretted soon as I realised what I just did; I'm not allowed to touch him. . . Highest ranking reached 🏅 #1Wattpad ff #1 Josh #1 teacher #1 violence #1Grinny #1 Dark #2 teacher ×student #3 dark romance #4 passionate #5 arrange marriage Viewer's discretion - this story contain strong word , abuse, heavy sexual content.

(Completed) Mature content warning ------------------------------------------ "Take off your clothes." "W-what?" I pry my eyes away from his lips to meet his bright blue ones. "I am going to strip down to my boxers. By the time that happens if you are still wearing any clothes I will rip them to shreds, do you understand?" --------------------------- Jeremy and Samantha always seem to find themselves themselves slipping away from each other so very often. As faith would have it they always find there way back to each other no matter what. #19 in bwwm 07/30/21 🥺🥺 #32 in black woman 💛 #2 in white 08/20/21 😳 #1 in situations 11/26/21 #1 in Toxic 1/27/22 #1 in Mess 11/19/22

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."