"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

Book Two In The Russo Series *Slow Updates Until Further Notice* "Do you wish he was here, touching you, fucking you the way I'm doing to you now?" he questioned his eye still holding a strong gaze analyzing me closely. "I-I Mhm Luciano" the words on the top of my tongue yet made no attempt to come out. "Answer me, Angel and I'll give you what you want, do you wish your 'boyfriend' was touching you instead of me?" He asked his voice strained, eyes peered into my brown ones, awaiting my response. "No!, fuck Luciano, only you I swear"I admitted, feeling my core tighten in desperation for my release. "Good girl, Angel now cum for me" his words making me hold back an eye roll as I came hard around his fingers. God, what am I doing? - Now entering her last year of highschool, Solana Nikole pushed herself out there, to emerge from the wall of shadows she built around herself, learning to take pleasure in finding what was right for her, but was never sure she ever be able to stop the guilt that followed, - stopping her from what she was truly capable of being, And even though her innocence was clear, No- one truly knew who was behind her good girl facade, at least until she met him, again. Luciano Russo, Heir to the Italian mafia, born to be the next to have control; say over his family business, he had everything he could've wished for or so others thought, he had girls practically begging just for a glimpse of him and guys wanting to be him. He had it all. Except for the one thing her desired most- He always proved himself and his skill, never has known a love beside the love he had for his family, would he be capable of allowing himself that leisure. And he always got what he wanted. And what he wanted was her. - Warning This book will contain mentions of Sex, assault, slight bdsm and strong language. ------ Most Impressive Rankings ☆ #12 In Trauma #120 In Back Stabbing #220 In Erotic Romance #247 In bdsm Relationship #324 In Dark Romance

It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell...

He was intrigued first, amused next, and obsessed at last. For Sin, she was merely an assistant to one of his flings until the day she dared to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes collided, a thunderbolt of desire flushed through his veins, nearly knocking him off his feet. He had never seen a pair of eyes as breathtaking as hers. He was obsessed. With her every smile, the gangster found himself spiraling deeper into the depth of his obsession with her. Obsessed to the point nothing mattered to him anymore. He was determined to own her regardless of consequences; even if it meant breaking her. Nevaeh didn't know she was hugging the business tycoon Sin Volkov when she clung to that stranger to shield herself from the damned cockroach. She didn't know the man she sought protection from was a cold-blooded murderer. And that she had caught his interest. Obsession is fatal but it gets all the more twisted when it involves a mafia lord who knows no fear. Delbe into a love story conspired by a cockroach and reinforced by butterflies.

When Jasmine Cooper runs into a drunk rapist, a man saves her. It is Xavier Ravarivelo, the billionaire Mafia whose bride left him at the altar. Jasmine Cooper looks just like his run-away bride, Andre, who was being forced to walk down the aisles with Xavier. Jasmine has the same look and tattoo as Andre but different hair color and personality. Taking her against her will; he forces her to marry him. He wants revenge for the humiliation he got after his supposed bride left him at the altar but Jasmine is hell-ass sure she never abandoned anyone at the altar. How will Xavier find out that Jasmine is different from his runaway bride? How long will it take for Xavier to note the difference between Jasmine and Andre?

"You seem to have forgotten who I am," he whispered, caging me in with his arms once again. His stubbled face scratched my cheek as he inched closer with every word. "So I'm here to remind you what happens when you mess with the devil." "Fuck you," I breathed, ignoring my throbbing core. "Strip." ~ 24- year old Anastazi Faye was appointed CEO of Faye Industries due to her father's tragic death last year. Little did she know that the company was having financial issues that caused Faye Industries to be bought out by her rival company, Creed Industries. 26- year old playboy billionaire Nathaniel Creed, the proud CEO of Creed Industries is an evil, narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him. When his company has to buy out Faye Industries, he is left with the companies mess to clean up along with their baggage. Anastazi has now gone from CEO of her own company to working for the most egotistical narcissistic billionaire as his secretary. Eventually, when the two grow closer as barriers are broken down, Anastazi begins to see the real him. But when his dark secret is unleashed, will she be able to move past the billionaire's secret, or will the damage be too much to repair? *18+ *Includes mature content, slightly graphic scenes and cursing* Word Count: 160,000+

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

I clenched my lip in frustration. How could this happen? The elevator came to an abrupt halt, and I was stuck with a bunch of strangers. "Daddy, she has such pretty hair," a little voice piped up, and I pretended not to notice that it was directed at me. Of course, it was about me; there was no one else here but us, and this situation was becoming increasingly aggravating. "Yes, sweetheart, she does," her father responded in a deep, seductive tone that sent shivers down my spine. But I didn't care about his voice; I just wanted out of this predicament. "Say 'thank you,'" one of the twins chimed in, snapping me out of my thoughts. They all bore a striking resemblance to their handsome father. I blushed with embarrassment, nervously bit my lip, and discreetly clenched my fist, trying to keep my anger in check "Yeah, say thank you. Daddy says we should always be grateful when someone compliments us," the other identical twin chimed in supportively. I swallowed hard, rolled my eyes, forced a fake smile, and turned toward the little girl nestled in her dad's strong arms. "Thank you," I muttered and then looked at the twins with the same strained smile. "Satisfied?" *** Meet Olivia Harrison - beautiful, wealthy, and elegant, the embodiment of perfection, or so everyone thinks. People worship her for her flawless facade and impressive achievements, but she knows she's far from perfect. Deep within her heart, she harbors ugly secrets that she'd rather keep hidden. With Christmas approaching, there's only one thing she wishes for, something that money can never buy, according to her: a child and a family of her own. She's convinced it will never happen. However, fate has a peculiar way of granting wishes. As she becomes trapped in an elevator with a family, she's about to discover that her wish is closer than she ever imagined.

My back hits the nearest wall, as he pushes me back and cages me in his arm. I can smell his intoxicating cologne as he leans closer and whispers, "That was a very bad move, doctor. When I say something, I expect it to be obeyed. So what were you thinking?" I do the only thing that makes sense to me at the time. I deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about." He smirks, the vein bobbing on his forehead, dangerously. "I won't run again." I say knowing that it's a lie. He has kept me against my will, and I will bolt the first chance I have. He knows it as well as I do. "You and I both know you'll run just as I loosen my grip, doctor, so here's what will happen if you do." I see red dots appear on him, my best friend and only family, Attorney General James Prescott. Tears well up in my eyes as I turn to the man in front of me. My shivering hands crawl up his chest as I beg. "Please- he isn't involved in this. Let him go." He seems unaffected. Cold. Calculative. "Let's make a deal. You run, defy me, or so much as breathe without my permission, I'll blow your cupcakes brains. Deal?" "Deal" I manage a muffled whisper. 🥀 Juniper Darlington is a saviour. A surgeon. Someone who sees life in people. Someone who loves. Zachariah Winchester is a killer. Leader of the largest crime syndicate and a painful past. He seems to have it all, but he doesn't. When Juniper and Zachariah cross paths, destiny rolls the dice and makes them unwilling players in a game of love, betrayal, revenge and heartbreak. Who falls in love, who walks away unscathed, that depends on how they play the game. A game with no rules. No limits. No boundaries. Contains explicit rape/abuse. Proceed with caution. I repeat PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Copyrights ©️ Eleanor Wilson

Alessio The heir to the Di Vaio family. Next Don of the Di Vaio Mafia. King of kings. Kaleah Daughter of Leonardo DiCapo, Underboss of the Di Vaio Mafia. Princess of the DiCapo Family. Queen of Queens (Slow update until I finish "il mio Gattino")