Sequel of "Claimed By Him Without Love" "Do you Mr. James Ashton, take Miss Liza Miller to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" The Father asked me. "I do." I said without any doubt in my mind. "Do you, Miss Liza Miller, take Mr. James Ashton to be your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" "No. I do not." WHAT THE F***!

Love is not a coincidence, we are chosen. "His name was Psycho, son of the ex-mafioso leader, Leandro Allesandro Leone. He was the current head of the Underground Italian Mafia, the American Mafia, and in a short time, would take over as the leader of the Russian Mafia. They say his father was highly dangerous? Well, I beg to differ. Psycho was not only lethal, but also a walking, ticking time bomb. Slight mistake made by those who worked for him, and boom! They'd be dead. He never exhibited mercy or patience, embracing death with such a fiery passion, and ensuring that all those who crossed him, would meet a vengeance much worse than death itself. And guess what? My father, a scientist, had successfully managed to make Psycho his worst enemy, and I was the one who'd bare all costs for my father's actions. ALL OF THEM..." As a psychologist, she thought that she'd be able to help him see life from a different perspective. Little did she know, that he was the one who'd change her. Oh, the things love can make one do... THIS BOOK IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES, PREFERABLY 18+, BECAUSE IT CONTAINS BOTH STRONG LANGUAGE, AND OCCASIONAL MATURE SCENES!! THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK OF THE MAFIA SERIES, THOUGH IT CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE. I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES IN THIS BOOK!! MY BOOK IS NOT FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN! DO NOT PLAGERIZE!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT ©2021 by Rachael Abeauty ALL CONTENT WITHIN THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION!! SIMILARITIES WITH REAL LIFE EVENTS, PEOPLE, ETC IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. COVER MADE BY ME, THE AUTHOR...

"I love you, Celestine Allen King and I will do anything to make you mine again. Anything", he said and kissed my forehead, pressing me tightly to him. We don't know the value of love, until we loose it. Heath Wilson King and Celestine Allen are married to each other since two years. Their marriage is not a marriage of love, but it was an arranged marriage. Celestine loves Heath more than her own life, thinking he will love her back one day the way she loves him and believes him blindly with her everything. She is innocent and beautiful women with a sensitive heart. But Heath is not the person she thinks he is. What happens when she will see the real Heath, beneath the person she loves? Her heart may break. But will Heath be able to mend it. Will again be able to make her love him? Read the story of Celestine and Heath, as he begs for her love.

Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features. I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-" "Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions. Ec-excuse me? I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour. "What?" I quirk up my brow. "You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me. .... An Accidental Bride. A Mistaken Groom. A Marriage Neither Saw Coming. 18-year-old Sanaya Frances was finding a way to pay for college. Becoming a cook in the grand Hobsons estate seemed like the perfect opportunity-until a twist of fate lands her in a wedding dress, hidden behind a veil, taking vows meant for someone else. Ashar Hobsons, 25, a powerful businessman, thinks he's marrying his childhood fiancée. But his world turns upside down-he's been tricked into marrying a stranger. Two strangers. One unplanned marriage. No easy way out. And definitely... no room for love. Or is there? ... Copyright © 2019 Book cover credit: @wasphoria

It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! with a published book, a captivating Webcomic on WEBTOON, a published graphic novel, and an upcoming film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios in Partnership with Stampede. Read, scroll, or watch - Enjoy this romance in any way you like. Stay tuned for film release updates! Basketball star Caleb Lockhart had it all - until a chance encounter with a mysterious woman in red changed everything. For the first time in his life, Caleb wanted something; something he could never have. ***** College heartthrob Caleb Lockhart is the last person a girl like Veronica Strafford should be involved with. Intelligent and ambitious, with good reason to be cynical of the world, Veronica refuses to be the campus player's next conquest, even after a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction between them. But with nowhere to stay, and running from recent tragedy, Veronica finds herself leaning on someone else for the first time. Caleb has never wanted something like this before and he's determined to pursue her, even as the secrets of their pasts threaten to break them apart. Book 1 in the Red series

Aurelia Hargrave - a, not-so-ordinary, twenty-four year old girl who thrives on illegal Street racing and has all her hearts for the elfin little ones in her NGO - Child Care Centre, which she has been running since the age of eighteen. Weird combination? Well there is nothing in her life which is basic-bland-normal. Loosing her father in a heart attack when her mother ran away with another man, she was left with nothing but emptiness which echoed in her brain like the chains in a dungeon. She spends countless nights looking over the city at night, brooding about her existence, her life. Does she even belongs to this world or is just an acquaintance? And she hasn't found an answer yet. She is shattered and scarred, walls so high that even she cannot see over them. She is a weak hearted person who has build enduring and impenetrable walls around her because she doesn't trust anyone, maybe not even herself. Theodore Raymond-a twenty-seven year old remorseless steely CEO of Raymond Corporation, have had a rough childhood bearing the brutal assault of his father who aimed to make him the best businessman of the New York city, which he successfully is now. He is fierce and stony hearted soul playing with all the powers of the world resting on his finger tips. He has women throwing themselves at him but he believes that he has other important business to attend to than undignified discreditable damsels. He respects women and stands confidently as a "man" who above these cheap entertainment. He loves his family deep within his core but his heart isn't open for stray, idiotic human beings.

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.

He is a beautiful monster. She is the light that should've never crossed his path. Donnica Smith is chasing her dreams. Beautiful, ambitious, brilliant, and dangerously naïve, her future is full of promise and untouched by darkness. Until one reckless decision changes everything. She never expects her graduation thesis to lead her into the deadly trap orchestrated by Antonio Caruso, an infamous and ruthless Italian mafioso with a soul as cold as his beautiful stare. A man feared across continents. A man whom she regrettably chooses to be her muse. "I'd love to visit Tuscany someday..." she whispers absentmindedly in the interrogation room. And somehow, in the end, he takes her there. What starts as academic research spirals into a nightmare of captivity, seduction, and a game of survival. Donnica holds the key to Caruso's freedom, and he to hers. But at what cost? Dangerously Unusual is a dark romance where love is a weapon, obsession is survival, and trust is the most dangerous game of all. All Rights Reserved. Started: 2016 Ended: 2017/2018 (EDITING COMPLETE)

"Bambola," Lorenzo warned," Put the spoon down. I'm scared shitless" He taunted. "Vaffanculo," I snarled (Fūck you) He chuckled," You already have." Taking my spoon armed hand, he lowered it. His touch made me feel weak at knees. Stupid Lorenzo. "Get out Lorenzo," I growled," You are not wanted here." "Come back to me, cioccolato ," He whispered looking me straight into my eyes. It's something I haven't seen in a while. His eyes were pleading and somewhat sincere. He quickly hid them leaving me looking into lifeless steel grey eyes. "No," Before I realized what was happening, he had a fist full of my hair. I groaned in pain. "You want me drag you out bombola?" He let out a low growl. "Fucking try culo(ass)" I kneed him in the crotch. ∆============∆ ❝For They Had A Love No One Can Understand.❞ Highest Rank: #5 in Romance Cover By @hindering Not Edited Excuse The Grammatical Errors Mature Readers. 16+ If You No Like It, Then You No Read It!

Philip Treyane needed a wife. He was the last of his line so he decided that it was time that he married so that he could produce an heir. He also had an infant daughter that needed a mother and three sisters he had custody of. A family friend offered Philip the hand of his second eldest daughter. As long as she could run a household and be kind to the four girls in his life, why did he need to be in love? He had no use for it. At twenty-four and unmarried, Jane Wilson was considered to be firmly on the shelf. She has quite content to live in her parents' home surrounded by family instead of raising one of her own. At least that was what she told herself. She believed in love but never thought it would happen to her. When Jane's sister reveals that she is in love with someone who isn't her betrothed, Jane is surprised. Being someone who would do anything for her family, Jane finds herself agreeing to take her sister's place at the altar without anyone knowing. She knows it would cause a scandal but who is she to deny her sister happiness when she would never have her own?