Ivana grew up alone. She was alone since the day she was born and she was sure she would also die alone. Without anyone by her side she struggled to make a living, till one day two men stood infront of her door, claiming to be her brothers. Getting to meet her overwhelmed father, her overprotective older brothers and the obsessed man from the rival mafia, Ivana didn't know how to feel nor act anymore. Experiencing love and care for the first time, the feeling of finally belonging isn't the only thing Ivana will have to get used to.

Ayla Miller sempre teve o controle de tudo, perigosa, intensa e criada no meio do crime, ela nunca se ajoelhou por ninguém. Até que seus olhos se prendem ao garoto mais improvável do colégio: Isaac Willian, o nerd calado que vive sendo alvo de bullying. O que ninguém sabe é que Isaac esconde muito mais do que livros e notas perfeitas. Enquanto Ayla luta contra sentimentos que nunca quis ter, Isaac trava batalhas silenciosas, algumas no ringue, outras no coração. Entre aulas particulares, provocações, segredos, violência velada e um passado que ameaça explodir, os dois descobrem que certas lutas valem a pena... mesmo quando o amor é a mais perigosa delas. Tantos segredos revelados, eles poderão ficar juntos? 🔴PLÁGIO É CRIME! Tenha consciência disso! ⚠️Não aceito adaptações!!

A vida de Chloe Novaes está despedaçada. Após perder os pais em um misterioso acidente, ela definitivamente acredita ter chegado ao fundo do poço. Porém, não há nada horrível que não possa piorar. Uma carta misteriosa é a prova disso. Seu lar, a única herança que foi deixada para ela, não é seu. Ele pertence à Ares Bellator, um famoso boxeador russo no submundo de Nova York, além de, nas horas vagas, ser o Chefe da Bratva, a máfia russa. O que ela não sabe é que essa é apenas uma forma de Bellator se aproximar para conseguir vingança. Os dois estão interligados de maneiras que Chloe mal consegue imaginar. Ele é um homem cruel. E ela pode ser sua esperança.

Emilia Morelli's world shatters when she's told her mother has died. Left with no family, well at least none that she knows of, she's pulled into a system that sees her as just another case. She's alone and unsure of herself. But far away, there are men who have been searching for her. Men who share her name. Men who are feared by the world. They've spent years looking for the little girl who was taken from them. Now that they've found her, they'll stop at nothing to bring her home. Emilia doesn't know them. She doesn't know the truth. And she has no idea that her life is about to change forever.

Dizem que o oposto se atrai, mas será que atrai mesmo? Cecília enfrentará muita coisa até ter sua devida paz. Felipe não é bom e isso ele sempre deixou claro para todos.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"Se a dor do outro não doer em mim, desconheço o amor" "Que doa em todos, menos na minha mulher" RETIRADO PARA EDIÇÃO *Plágio é crime amores😉

Laura uma menina de 17 anos que é praticamente obrigada a namorar com o seu amigo obssecado e possesivo com ela. Mais ao passar dos anos ela acaba realmente se apaixonando com ele Gael é um menino cheio de problemas e ele tem, TOC. Transtorno obssesivo compulsivo e também tem ansiedade e não consegue ficar longe de sua namorada porque se não passa mal

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

standalone ~ mafia siblings series "You can't make me stay here! I will get an emancipation." I yell. Flashbacks of the gun in my hand, the almost-dead boy. I shudder. A sick feeling settles in my heart. "I forbid you from going anywhere else. It's safe here, with us," Alexander answers. He is practically fuming. "Clearly, it's not!" I stand from the leather chair, backing away to the mahogany door. Pure, hot rage bubbles inside of me. Never. I will never become one of them. He begins to rush to me, but I turn on my heel and sprint out, down the hallway, through the house, and to the brick fence surrounding the mansion. I go up to the black metal gate, slip through the rails, and run out onto the forest-surrounded street. *** Evelyn Rhodes was kidnapped at the age of seven by her uncle after seeing her brothers kill a woman. Years later, Eve Windsor is dumped into the foster system and spends years moving around until her social worker informs the girl of her brothers: the brothers she has been trying to avoid for years. Eve is no longer the sweet Evelyn they used to know, and she is determined to weave herself out of their grasp once and for all. *I DO NOT OWN ANY PHOTOS IN THIS BOOK, CREDITS TO OWNER*