Imagine being married off to a Mafia King just to pay off someone else's debt. Enzo Liu is the most coldest man anyone has ever met and the most dangerous too, but that doesn't hide the fact of how fucking attractive he is. The man can ruin lives with just the snap of his fingers and a simple order, but it takes one useless barista to make him fall to his knees just for her. *More of a romance than smut* #1 in burn #1 in asianboy

Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

Genesis never thought the war would reach her doorstep, until a wounded soldier collapses in her backyard. He's bloodied. Armed. And doesn't speak a word of English. She should've turned him in. But, her fragile heart kept her from calling the authorities. So instead, she helped him. As days pass and tension turns to tenderness, Genesis finds herself falling for the man she was never meant to meet-let alone love. But, he isn't just any soldier. He's high-value and dangerous. And the clock is ticking. Because even if the war is over... his time with her isn't.

Stefano Vanzetti. You'd have to be living under a rock if you grew up in northern Boston and didn't know who he is. He's the heartthrob of every Italian girl in my neighborhood, the man who's probably had your daughter roll through his sheets at least once, the devilishly handsome mysterious man with dark brown eyes that gave you nightmares, and yes, every horrible thing you've probably heard about him is very much true. Did I also mention he destroyed my dreams and aspirations in life when he asked my father for my hand in marriage? Deleted at: 1.88M views, 67.1K votes, 40k comments 11/2/18 #2 Italian #2 mobster #2 mob #interracial

𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 Book Two in The Bittersweet Series. Created: 04/01/20 Published: 05/01/20 Completed: 14/11/20 Rewriting: start 26/01/23

Lyric Brown is a Bronx-born hurricane-part bartender, part artist, all heart. In LA, she craves more than survival; she wants to feel alive. Vanilla, acrylic paint, and stubborn hope cling to her skin like second nature. She doesn't follow rules, and she definitely doesn't follow men. But Diego Romierz isn't just any man. Diego lives in shadows-quiet power wrapped in Cuban silk and cold smoke. He built his empire on secrets and fists, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars underneath. Lyric was supposed to be a distraction. A risk he could control. One night, one broken rule, and a missed period later, they're both pulled into something neither of them knows how to hold. Love. Trust. A heartbeat on a screen. And for two people who've only ever known how to fight, family might be the hardest battle yet.

She is lonely, deeply shy, and constantly aware of how she doesn't fit in culturally, racially, or physically. She finds comfort in Skye, who becomes a close friend, and slowly builds a quiet, secret connection with Yuri, a mysterious man who watches her from the shadows but always ensures she gets home safely. Their relationship simmers with tension, complicated by Ayana's sexual inexperience and Yuri's dangerous lifestyle. The two fall into a slow-burn romance that turns sensual, vulnerable, and increasingly intense. Ayana doesn't yet know that Yuri is involved in violent criminal activity the same world that threatens her safety.

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."

Alessia has never spoken a single word in her life. Stolen as a child by a ruthless gang, she grew up in captivity, taught to believe that pain was a lesson and obedience was survival. Forced to work as a servant, she endured years of mistreatment, never questioning the twisted reality forced upon her. Despite the cruelty, she remains kind, her innocence untainted-but dangerously unaware of the true depths of evil in the world. Until the night she escaped. Lost in the dark streets of Naples, she collided into Matteo De Luca, the cold and merciless head of the most powerful mafia family. Matteo is a man feared by all, a king in the underworld where blood and loyalty rule. He has no patience for weakness. No room for softness in his life. But when he sees the mute, trembling girl looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes, completely unaware of who he is, something inside him snaps. She doesn't fear him. She doesn't know he's a monster. And for the first time in his life, Matteo feels the dangerous urge to protect instead of destruction.