Mia, a spirited 18-year-old, she loves to see good in every people no matter what, and has always believed in love. Mia's life in her small coastal town has always been predictable-morning shifts at the café, lazy evenings at the beach. But everything shifts when she meets Vincenzo, a mysterious and grumpy stranger who appears one night, staring at the raging waves with a look that speaks of a thousand untold stories. Against her better judgment, Mia strikes up a conversation. Vincenzo Russo Romano also known as "The Snake", the Italian mafia boss, exudes danger with every step. His piercing gaze and commanding presence make everyone instinctively turn the opposite direction, fearing the consequences of crossing his path but she never did because she believes the good in people. Their paths collided, two souls from different worlds brought together by chance. people Mia's sunshine-like optimism clashed with Vincenzo's grumpy demeanor. what is going to happen next? scene from story He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward a black car parked nearby. I dug my heels into the ground. "ARE YOU KIDNAPPING ME RIGHT NOW?!" Vincenzo gave me a look. The kind of look that said I was wasting precious time. "Mia." He opened the car door. "Get in." I crossed my arms. "No. I refuse. I am not getting in a car with you, Vincenzo. Not after what just happened! I want answers! Who were those guys? Why are people shooting at us?! And most importantly-" I pointed at his gun, "-WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN LIKE YOU'RE IN A MAFIA MOVIE?!" He sighed like I was a dramatic child throwing a tantrum. Me?! Dramatic?! I was literally just shot at! Then, before I could blink- He picked me up. Like I weighed nothing. "VINCENZO, PUT ME DOWN!" He ignored me. Threw me into the passenger seat like a damn sack of flour. I gasped. "YOU DID NOT JUST-" Click. He slammed the door shut, trapping me inside. Oh. He did.

I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture. *No Toxic Relationship. No ex-crush/lover/fiance/wife. The male lead is the uncle of the child in this book, he's not a manwhore. There are no trust issues. * Impressive Ranking: #8 in love among 2.31M on 09/04/22 ©2021 ankitawrites_Xx CC: @YT_BookAwards_Covers

"Candy Land?" I said flatly. "Are we five?" She gasped. "Excuse me, Candy Land is a classic. It teaches patience. And how to handle betrayal." "I will absolutely not learn anything from Candy Land." "You're afraid you'll lose." "I'm afraid I'll lose brain cells." ●○●○●○●○●○● They're coworkers with clashing personalities-Nico is a reserved, no-nonsense, sarcasm-loaded type who avoids socializing like it's contagious. Willa is the peppy, chronically kind coworker who bakes muffins for the team and says "good morning" like it's a sacred ritual. Their company is hosting a weekend retreat meant for "team bonding." Everyone else is staying at the main lodge-but due to a reservation snafu (thanks, Sharon from HR), the last two employees to confirm end up stuck in a separate remote cabin. A blizzard hits. Hard. No power. No WiFi. No escape. Just them. And one bed. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 13,940

Enzo..." I started, but the words died on my lips as he silenced me with a kiss, his mouth devouring mine with urgency. His voice was a dark whisper, tinged with menace as he pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with intensity. "You disobeyed me, baby," he murmured, the threat lingering in the air. "It's time for punishment." My heart raced at his words, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins. "I-I didn't mean to," I whispered, my voice trembling with uncertainty. A predatory smirk curled on his lips as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. "Intentions don't matter, Tesoro," he said softly, his hands tracing a path along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "Consequences do." "Please," I pleaded, my voice barely audible, yet filled with yearning. "Please what, Tesoro?" His smirk deepened, knowing full well the effect he had on me. "Words, Elena," he prompted, his gaze fierce and commanding. With trembling lips, I uttered the words, my heart pounding. "Please punish me." With a primal growl, he seized my lips in a punishing kiss. 💮 As obsession tightened its grip, ENZO MORITTI an Italian mafia descended into an abyss of longing, consumed by the need to possess her completely. She became his obsession, his fixation, his everything.In his eyes, she was not just a woman, but a goddess to be worshipped.She was his to love, his to lust, his to possess Elena Rossi, a Mexican girl shattered by her parents' murder, navigates life with resilience and determination. Working diligently at her aunt's bakery while pursuing her education, she embodies strength tinged with naivety. Unexpectedly, she captures the attention of the town's most powerful man, who becomes both her admirer and stalker. Despite her stubbornness and short temper, Elena's sweetness captivates those around her, setting the stage for a tumultuous journey of love, obsession, and betray

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

I reached out, my fingers itching to touch her, but I settled for adjusting the collar of the dress. My knuckles brushed the warm skin of her neck and she let out a tiny, hitched breath. "We're not done, Calliope," I whispered. I forced myself to pull my hand away before I lost my grip on my self control. "This dress is for the office. Tonight is the Winter Gala. You'll be on my arm, and you need something that tells every man in that room exactly who you belong to." "You don't have to do that," she said, her eyes searching mine with a look of hesitation. "You've already done too much. I can find something in my closet for a party." I let out a dark, dry sound that wasn't quite a laugh. The thought of her walking into a room full of vipers wearing a bargain bin dress made my jaw ache. "No," I said, my voice dripping to a low possessive growl. "Today, you and I are going to find something for tonight. I'm picking this one myself. You're representing the De Luca name, and I won't have you in anything less than perfection." I looked down at her mouth, and for a split second, I considered ruining everything right here on the desk. I want to see that defiance melt into something else. "Get your coat," I commanded, my voice tight. "The car is waiting. And Calliope? If you keep wearing that perfume, I might have to add a clause to your contract about personal space." ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Nico De Luca doesn't believe in letting go. When Calliope fled, he didn't just find her; he dismantled her. He stripped away her world, her family, and her strength until the only thing left for her to cling to was him. Now, she is the silent force at his side, a woman who traded her innocence for a black veil and a throne built on secrets. He is the architect of her ruin, and she is the masterpiece he'll kill to protect. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Word Count: 33,831

My throat tightened. My cock throbbed against my zipper.She knew exactly what she was doing.And fuck me, I was letting her. "Keep looking at me like that." she whispered."And I might actually be merciful." I raised a brow. "Mercy, huh?" She smirked. "You'll beg for it."Then her hands were on my belt,tugging it open like it offended her. "Taking control, kitten?" I asked, voice rough."Just showing you what a bad girl can do." She pulled my zipper down and freed me, her warm breath hitting the tip, making every muscle in my body lock up. I hissed through my teeth, one hand fisting into the couch cushion beneath me, the other still tangled in her hair. Then she took me in her mouth...and fuck, I forgot how to breathe.Her tongue worked like she was born to ruin me.Slow. Messy. Purposeful. She looked up at me through her lashes, daring me to move. Daring me to break. "Shit, baby." I groaned, head dropping back against the cushion.But she didn't stop. Her hand wrapped around what her mouth couldn't reach, stroking in rhythm, her mouth so warm and tight I could barely hold on. Every sound she made, every soft moan, every lick, it drove me closer to the edge. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing myself not to thrust into that pretty mouth. Her mouth was fucking heaven. Warm. Wet. Perfect.Each stroke, each flick of her tongue had me on the edge of losing it. I was close, too close. And she knew it. --------- She was never meant to love him. But now she can't live without him. Amore Ricci used to clean his floors and avoid his gaze. Now she wears his ring and carries his name. But being Dante's wife isn't a fairytale.It's obsession, scars, and danger. He protects her like she's everything. But loving him comes with a price. Enemies are circling. Ghosts from the past are rising. And Amore is no longer the girl who flinched at gunfire-she's colder, stronger, and madly in love with a man who could break her with a single lie.