With both of his hands to either side of me, he leaned closer, less than an inch away from my ear. I felt him take a breath and the hairs on the back of my neck instantly stood up, electricity running down my body.. "You're mine, don't you understand? How many times do I have to tell you this." he growled. I looked up at him, starting straight into his warm hazel eyes full of anger and lust. The one thing that made me fall in love with him in the first place... But I wasn't going to admit that. Loren was carefree, kind, and forgiving. When she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years, she vowed to stay single until she learned to love herself. What will she do when she meets Killian, the one person who could care less about this vow? Killian was the arrogant CEO of the largest investment firm in Seattle. He was an ass to everybody around him, used to getting every girl he wanted with just one look. Not an ounce of kindness seemed to live in his heart. After he meets Loren, his world is turned upside down. With money and power comes danger; will he be enough to protect her from the rest of the world? #1 in SexScenes (8/20/21) #1 in Arrogant (12/11/21) #1 in Sweetheart (12/11/21) #1 in Cliche (9/5/21) #1 in newwriter (10/24/21) #1 in control (1/7/22, 8/1/22) #2 in Steamy (8/20/21) #3 in Murder (4/14/22) #1 in BillionaireRomance (11/2/22) #6 in Killian (8/19/21) #86 in Romance (8/20/21)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

****I'm writing this story because I want to be creative, while working with my imagination. If there is anything you feel wrong with my story feel free to correct. Remember to READ, COMMENT AND VOTE. Thanks**** Sofia Williams was a typical shy and breathtakingly beautiful college student who was an intelligent student at that. She believed that after college, she was going to graduate and pursue her career in medicine. She wanted to be an OB/GYN (obstetrician/gynaecologist).She was interested in pregnant women and babies. She and her best friends, Whitney and Nora shared an apartment together, they have been best friends since middle school. All her dreams came crashing down before her eyes when the most ruthless, powerful and dominant mafia don storms into her life. Matteo Russo is the don of the Italian mafia, he is the most cruel and ruthless man known in Italy and America. He runs the criminal organization in America, Italy Colombia and part of Mexico. At the mention of the Italian capo everyone shivers in fear. Read the story of Matteo and Sofia

(Can be read as a standalone.) She never questioned my silence and a ten-year-old me found it fascinating. So, when she declared herself as my best friend I didn't question her back. As the second in command to my brother, I swore myself to always protect her until one-day things went out of control and a distance grew between us. I don't feel emotions as intensely as others but with that distance between us, I was hit with a fierce longing and need for my best friend, one which went beyond the lines of friendship. Lilith Thomson might be the most average-looking woman but I wanted her with a passion that defied all odds.

I first met Celestine when she was seven. A mafia princess and my brother-in-law's niece. Our friendship was unexpected but one of the best things to ever happen to me despite our age gap. Leading my own mafia crew comes with its load of responsibilities, but when tasked to be her undercover bodyguard in a mission where she plays the dutiful wife to the enemy, saying no isn't an option. But an unexpected twist arises when I find the lines between friendship and longing starting to blur the more I spend time with her and I find myself tangled in a mess I never saw coming.

In a world where drama's the norm, one simple line flips my world: "I want you to be my first." Crazy how such a small thing can shake up everything. Alamea's a trip - part rival, part buddy. We've got this love-hate thing going on that keeps life interesting. Even with all the ups and downs, I'm the one guy she trusts outside her family circle. And yeah, I'm your typical bad boy, more into my bike and mafia ambitions than settling down. But guess what? Love sneaks up on me, and it's the last person I'd expect.

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

(Can be read as a standalone.) With my past erased, all I have left are fragments-fleeting flashes of memory that never give me the full picture. One goal drives me: uncover how my family was slaughtered. Find the murderer. Find the one who tried to kill me and failed. Viella Clavin is the thread that ties me back to the truth. She knows something, even if she doesn't realize it yet. And until I recover what was stolen from me, she stays mine, whether as my unwilling ally...or my captive.

Tortured. Broken. Mute. That's all Lyana was when I tore her from the clutches of a brutal trafficking ring. To her, I was a saviour-the only one she could cling to, the only one she trusted to keep her safe. And when she refused to return to the family who had abandoned her, fate left us with only one choice: marriage. But the truth is, I was never a saviour. My hands are stained, my soul far from clean. Yet if my wife insists on seeing me as her protector...then I will be. For her. And only her.

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.