Melanie was the quiet girl in the back of the coffee shop. The one everyone saw but never noticed. The girl with the burn mark that covered her right cheek. The girl that looking at her meant you were shallow because you only saw what made her so ugly. Melanie was the girl that wore huge scarves and hoodies to hide herself away from the world. The girl that gave herself daily pep talks to wander outside. The girl with a secret that she can’t stop running away from. Ethan was the fun loving, happy guy. The one everyone saw the one that everyone couldn’t help but notice. The one with the dimpled smile and perfectly combed hair. The guy that made girls swoon as he walked past. Ethan was the guy who never let life get him down. The guy who could make everyone laugh. The guy who noticed a shy girl in a coffee shop, wondering why she would wear a hoodie in the middle of July.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"Okay, i'm gonna need you to let me go now please..." i said lowly. "Why should I bambino?" he asked while lifting one eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. Gawd damn he is fine. "Be-because i asked nicely?" he looked at me and chuckled. "And i asked you nicely to open the door, but did you do that for me?" he asked while leaning in closer to my lips, so close it was to the point where i could smell his minty breath mixed with coffee. "But-" "Shh no buts," he said while holding a finger to my lips, and pulling me closer to him. "You can't do this, i don't even know your name, shirt stealer," i said in annoyance. At this point my body was tired and slumped against the wall. All that running was a no no for me man. I'm surprised i eve got as far as i did in all honesty. "My name is Luca Lombardi bamabino, however soon you will be calling me by a different name," Luca said smirking. ~~~~ This is a Stand Alone, You can read this book without reading The Billionaire's Regret. But i would like it if you read that too😊 WARNING MATURE CONTENT i'm all about the smut so don't be surprised if there is a lot of it :)

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

Samuel Mussolini Jr. has now taken over as Godfather. This is all that he has even wanted but without the love of his life , his life feels incomplete. Annabel Smith is still in her first year of medical school. She is sad that she lost the love of her life but she still feels betrayed and can't handle being with someone that kills for a living. Read to discover if they get a happily ever after or were just meant to be apart.

Prequel To Over Troubled Water

Lily never wanted to go to her best friend's family reunion. She never wanted to stay with the hot-tempered, Caelum McGriffin. And she never wanted to fall in love with him. [this story is still under major editing so beware when reading.]

"Whether you like it or not, and I'm ready to collect what's mine and You? Are MINE." MATURE CONTENT. Astoria Evans. She was anything but normal. Orphaned at a young age and continuously bullied at school that she even had to run from her birth place with her grandmother. Then she realises that she could see the supernatural and no one would believe her? Ghosts;The Dead, Anything. She saw them plain as day. She knew was different from the rest but after a stranger comes and turns her world upside down, she doesn't know what to believe. She knew she was special, but only thing she didn't know yet was she was the one Fate destined for the Big Angry God Downstairs. Pluto Being the antisocial god he is, he never expected to be suddenly summoned from the very brother he hated and despised. Then it was announced, his mate was to be born in 1000 years time? Of course, no less than one of the newer generation gods would do. So imagine his surprise when the goddess of love says his fated is a weak, flesh mortal. He storms out on this news not believing his ears. What sick fucking joke was this? 1017 years have passed since then and though she may be mortal but she's still his. And he was ready to collect what's his. ♡♡♡♡ Pluto pulled his black mask up, and looked coldly in Astoria's eyes. "I'll be back," He spoke. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll spank you." "But-" Pluto looked back at her harshly, "But what?" "You're not the boss of me." Astoria rose from her chair and stood in front of him poking him in the chest. Pluto caught her hands and leaned closer to her ear, "Don't hit me unless you want me to fuck you so hard in that bed until you can't move ever again." Astoria stared at his slashed eye and saw he was dead serious, Pluto released her with chuckle. He dragged down his body suit to his collarbone where it shone a bright purple with an evil glint in his dark eyes, "You may not think you're mine but your cunt sure does."

"His eyes are like the dark abyss of space, when he meet her suddenly his dark space was fill with light." Sebastian and Naomi are two completely different people. Sebastian a wealthy, well known, giant of a man. He is the sole owner of his company, rated the sexist bachelor in the whole world. But, he is also cold, ruthless, and unforgiving. Naomi a shy but sassy, full figured black woman. At first glance she is a normal middle class every day person, but that is far from true. This black haired beauty holds a secret that she keeps close to her. Can these two very different people, form very different class ever over come what is going to be thrown at them? Or will they both fall in a hail of bullets? Cover By: kreachermuch (Awesome much!) #424 In Romance #4 in interracial Romance

"Will you get off of me. This isn't apart of the deal Landon. You don't get to fuck me." "I know I know. But let's just imagine." I stood up with a dress in my hand trying to leave his embrace. But he kept my hips on his pelvis. "It's dark, we're on my bed. Your small frame under me-" "Landon." He ignored me. "As I pound viscously into you." I couldn't help but to imagine to. A wave of heat flashed over me and he chuckled. "You're thinking of it too now, aren't you?" He asked breathing into my neck. With that I pushed myself off of him. "Asshole." I muttered slipping on the sundress. Highest rank: #9 in interracial-romance #6 in interracial