In the perilous world of the Italian mafia, power and passion are intertwined, and secrets can be as deadly as bullets. Elena Moretti has always lived in the shadow of her older sister, the beautiful and poised Isabella. When Isabella is arranged to marry Luca DeLuca, the feared and powerful head of the Italian mafia, Elena braces herself for a life of quiet support and solitude. But fate has other plans. On the eve of the wedding, Isabella vanishes, leaving only a cryptic note behind. Desperate to avoid a scandal and maintain their family's honor, Elena is thrust into her sister's place as the bride of the formidable Luca. Little does she know, Luca is not a stranger to this turn of events. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Where do you think you're going, Elena?" His voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down her spine. "I... I just needed some air," she stammered, taking a step back. But there was no escape; Luca's presence filled the room, leaving no corner untouched by his dominance. Luca's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a possessive strength that bordered on painful. "You belong to me now," he hissed, pulling her closer. "There is no running, no hiding. You are mine, Elena. From the moment I saw you, you were destined to be mine." Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of fear and a strange, undeniable attraction. "But I didn't choose this. I didn't choose you," she whispered, her voice trembling. Luca's expression softened for a fleeting moment, a glimpse of vulnerability behind his hardened exterior. "Perhaps not," he admitted, his grip loosening slightly. "But I chose you. And I will protect you, no matter the cost."

Velvet Chains She stripped for tips. He stripped her soul bare. Serenity didn't choose this life - the late nights, the velvet stage, the way her boss pulls her into his office and uses her like he owns her. For two years, she's been the club's dirty little secret... dancing for strangers while being forced to please the man who signs her checks. She's beautiful. Broken. And numb to it all. Until he shows up. Luca Moretti. Italian. Powerful. The kind of man who doesn't take what's his - he claims it. And from the moment he watches her dance, Serenity isn't just a stripper anymore... she's his obsession. He doesn't care about rules. Doesn't care who her boss is. When he finds out the truth? He'll burn the whole damn club down just to feel her shake under him. He came for a show. He left with a woman. And a body count.

When Dani Vega catches her fiancé in bed with someone else, she doesn't scream or cry-she rides. Leaving behind the life she built in L.A., she roars back to her hometown with nothing but a duffel bag, a broken heart, and her beloved Harley. She swore she'd never return to Ridgepoint. Not to the ghosts. Not to the father who rules the Iron Serpents MC with an iron fist. And definitely not to the three men who were off-limits her whole damn life. But they've changed. And so has she. Diesel-the brooding mechanic with oil-stained hands and a past he's not proud of. Mack-the quiet bruiser who watches more than he speaks...and always protects what's his. Fox-the silver-tongued enforcer with too many tattoos and not enough shame. They're her dad's most trusted crew. Tight as family. Lovers, even. She's not supposed to want them. They're definitely not supposed to want her. But some rules were made to be broken. As sparks ignite and buried truths come to light, Dani finds herself caught between loyalty, desire, and a second chance at a kind of love she never saw coming-one that's wild, unorthodox, and utterly hers. In this town, love rides hard, loyalty rides harder-and Dani's about to learn what it means to truly come home.

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

*Warning - Contains 18+ Content* +Completed+ He holds my face firmly between two hands. "Sienna, I'm not going to have you for the first time one of Maren's guest rooms when you're intoxicated." "You're not?" "No. It will be in my bed, and I'm going to take my time with you." His gaze falls to my lips. "Fuck Sienna, I'm going to take all night." *** Sienna has been in love with her Alpha since she could remember. He's rough, dangerous and the epitome of raw sex appeal. The problem is, he is her best friend, and strictly off limits. Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her. She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything. Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue. His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection. With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions. **Dual POV, friends-to-lovers, Alpha, mates, 18+**

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ. Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown. Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition. She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation. Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him. ✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 '𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃'𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩ Highest ranking ✍ #1 in spanish #1 in squirting #8 in affairs #1 in Angel #1 in matureaudience #1 in home wrecker #1 in Dominance #3 in sexualfrustration #2 in billionaire #5 in affair #3 in cheating husband #1 in temptation #1 in forbidden #1 in lust