She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

in·dig·ni·ty /inˈdiɡnədē/ noun noun: indignity; plural noun: indignities Definition treatment or circumstances that cause one to feel shame or to lose one's dignity. ----------------- "I knew you would come back eventually" He grabs her chin, forcing her to look up at him As she stares into his eyes, she realizes The devil was already feasting upon ----------------- Zahra is a kind, naive and gentle girl, she has been sheltered her whole life knowing nothing of the real world. When her online best friend of 7 years asks to meet each other, without hesitation she agrees. What happens when Zahra leaves the only thing she knows behind to be fed into the den of hungry lions?

BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

After losing her parents at the age of twelve, Thandi spent years running-from orphan homes, street predators, and the crushing weight of poverty. Through it all, her big sister was her shield. Her hope. Her last thread of innocence in a world determined to strip it away. But when violence rips her sister from her life, Thandi's fragile world crumbles. Alone and helpless, she is sold into the hands of the De Luca family-the most feared mafia dynasty in the world. In the dark halls of power, cruelty, and desire, Thandi's stolen innocence echoes in every shadow. And survival may cost her the last pieces of the girl she used to be.

𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+ ••• A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped. His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the infatuation he held for Amina had no limit. She had to learn the depths he'll go just to keep her close. Reign's money and political ties make him untouchable. He controls a cruel underworld along with his new found lady, and so it's true- power will always belong in the shadows. It's men like him she wanted to stay away from. To be completely honest she didn't know men like him exist. He did entice her, she grew to submit to every request, but there was a price to pay for any disobeying. A hard head makes a soft bottom. Can she survive the torment of Reign Gusev? -𝐃𝚨𝐑𝚱 𝐑𝐎𝚳𝚨𝚴𝐂𝐄 (Actively editing) #1 Russian category on 06/2023 #1 Mature audiences category on 08/2024

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. "Do you have any idea what I'd do if you left me, Elara?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. I didn't answer. I knew better. He let out a dark chuckle, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. His gaze was wild-obsessed. Unhinged. "I'd hunt you. Drag you back. Chain you to my bed if I had to." His lips ghosted over mine, almost gentle. "And the worst part? You'd still be mine. Willingly or not." My heart pounded, but I refused to let him see fear. I am not weak or stupid. I won't run like the others. I will wait. Play the game. And when the time came-I will make him bleed. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Elara Carter was never one to be afraid. Strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and independent, she had always fought her battles alone. But when she returned to her old school after years, she never expected to step right back into the grasp of the one person she should have stayed far away from. Luca Moretti. Once, he was the boy who made her smile-the boy with warmth in his eyes and mischief in his heart. Now, he is a man carved from ice and cruelty, a man whose name alone sends chills down spines. The heir to the most feared criminal empire. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously obsessive. And for some reason, he has set his sights on her. Trapped in a world of madness and power, Elara must decide-fight for her freedom or surrender to the monster who wants nothing more than to own her completely. Because in Luca's world, love isn't soft. It's dangerous, consuming, and utterly inescapable.

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

Xavier Moretti. A 28 year old don of the Italian-American mafia. He's a cold, ruthless, emotionless devil who doesn't care about anyone or anything. So when he kidnaps the wrong woman? he has to fight to earn her trust and protect her from the dangerous world he brought her in to. Charlotte Rose Meadows. Your average 19 year old girl. She's innocent, kind, and full of life. Everything Xavier isn't. When she's wrongfully kidnapped by the mafia, she has to learn how to trust people again and adapt to her new dangerous lifestyle. ---------------------------------------- ''You know Eliza, you have such a pretty little face. It would be such a shame to see it scarred, wouldn't it?'' he says as he drags the bloody knife along my cheek. Wait... Eliza? He thinks my name is Eliza? 'What are the chances you happen to just walk into my club on a random Saturday night?' His club... MY FAKE ID! ''E-Eliza?'' I mumble and he tilts his head slightly ''My name...i-its Charlotte'' ---------------------------------------- #1 ON FICTION 05/11/25 #10 ON PLOTTWIST 23/10/25 #13 ON DARKROMANCE 24/10/25 #7 ON MAFIA 25/10/25 #3 ON JEALOUSY 26/10/25 #5 ON POSSESSIVE 25/10/25 #1 ON ITALIANMAFIA 28/10/25 #11 ON LOVE 18/11/25 #1 ON MAFIABOSS 04/11/25