Leader of the biggest mafia in New York City, The Hellbound Hounds, had his already chaotic life thrown upside down when a year ago a member died giving birth to his child. A high-end nanny from a wealthy family has seen her share of illicit activities during her career, but never thought she would get recruited by New York's biggest gang leader. COMPLETE!!!

The night of her twenty-fifth birthday forever altered the trajectory of her life.

Miles has always been able to keep his professional and personal life separate. Then he met Gianna Graye.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. #1 in URBAN-26/08/21 #2 in STREETS-07/11/21

[COMPLETE] Sai is new on campus. She and her best friend are ready for what university life will bring them, from friendships to romances. With Sai being so young, though, she doesn't know that there are things you just shouldn't have. There are things you can't do, people you can't be with. In a life filled with forbidden fruit, what will Sai do? Finished Forbidden Fruit? The sequel, Eden, is waiting.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

✩ She was desperate Sweat was drenching her armor and the stench of perspiration and the blood she was clad in wasn't the sweetest of smell. Yet the only thought in the back of her head was the fact that she was going to die today. Her life will drenched away into the soils of the earth by her queen's hands. This made Christine slap the horse furiously in efforts to make it go faster. The more distance she could put between them the longer she would be alive. "She's going to kill me" Christine mumbled in a hush as the breeze spasmed through her ginger curls. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she slapped the horse once again to go faster. Where she was heading, Christine had no thought off. All she knew was her life was pending and the time was running out. Behind, unmoving from her spot Persefoni stood with her warriors. Grabbing Daeril's stack of bows and arrows she slung the carrier over her shoulders. "My queen, how long with this adventure take?" Eddie whispered hoarsely as he eyed Persefoni's blood lust face. She was stealthy with her movement seeming as if she had sunk herself into rage. "An hour" Persefoni vented head clouded with greed. She wanted Christine to suffer. "Should we follow?" Daeril stated eyeing the direction Christine had gone. Persefoni scuffed "Don't insult me" Tightening her sword around her waist she slung the carrier tighter "If I come back with her in my arms alive" Persefoni paused knowing the chance being null and void "Don't question it" With a soft yet effective kick to the horse stomach, the beast sped off in regards to capture. Persefoni slung her helmet protectively over her head as she adorned herself fully in stainless metal. A slow hum left her lips hauntingly as the vast greenery slipped past her vision as only one target was in her mind. "Christine" Persefoni mumbled "My sweet Christine"

Blood is thicker than water- a phrase many have heard and implemented in their everyday lives. For the Knighton brothers, it was more than just a phrase. For them it was a motto, their creed. It meant that nobody, friend or love interest, was above the familial bonds- by blood they were bound together and an outsider would be laid to rest before they could even attempt to break up the ties that held the family together. When troubling events occur in what is deemed to be their city-Memphis, Tennessee-they find themselves questioning the very words they hold so dear: Is blood really thicker than water? WARNING ⚠️ M A T U R E C O N T E N T ‼️ DETAILED GORE AND VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND INTENSE SEXUAL SITUATIONS‼️ 18+

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.