We stopped at the end of the hallway and the doors opened. There stood a beautiful young man in a suit. With black hair in a Quiff, grey eyes, And 6'4. Then it hit me, that will be my husband in only a few minutes. Before i know it am standing in front of him, at the end of the hallway. " Do you Gabriele De Lucca, take Luna Bartolomei as your wife?" " I do" Gabriele in a thick italian voice. " And do you Luna Bartolomei, take Gabriele De Lucca as your husband?" " I do" " Now the power invested in me. I pronounce you husband and wife . You may kiss the bride." Gabriele, with one hand on my face and the other on my waist. Grabbed me and kiss me with the most passion ever. I felt like I could stay like that forever. " You do what i say and no gets hurt" He whispers to me for only me to be able to hear. Oh boy, this is going to be one long weekend.

Book 4 of The Price Brothers Stories Tara wasn't a stranger to having no food in the house or having the power disconnected. Her father was a gambler and a drunk. He didn't care what happened to his daughter and when his luck had finally run out he used her. She became his way of paying his rising gambling debt. She became Mrs Lucas Porter. © Copyright. All Rights Reserved. #30 in General Fiction 23/1/2015

Carina Romanov is a 27 year old business woman. Her Russian parents, Boris and Nadia Romanov, adopted her when she was 5 from an orphanage in New York. Ever since then she has called Brighton Beach her home. She had seen and heard many things through the years but what made Carina a favorite was the fact that she was loyal and trustworthy. She never revealed any of what she'd been privy to. When her parents decided to retire she took over Romanov's, their restaurant, remodeled it and made it an even more popular spot among the locals, especially anyone in organized crime. When Carina was 10 her mother told her that she would be betrothed to someone in Russia. Dimitri Alexandrov. Their families had been connected for many years and because Carina had been in this type of life for years it was not a shock to her. For 17 years she would get letters, phone calls and sometimes packages from Dimitri but she'd never met the man. She was always told that one day he would just show up and her new life would begin...but until then she would have to settle for images that the sound of his voice would invoke, learn to trust him to keep her safe and forgive those closest to her for keeping her in the dark regarding her adoption. She would soon be in danger from things she didn't even know about, from people she didn't even know and a biological father who wanted her dead. *All characters are purely fictional.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

Venus Stavish' life has never been easy nor simple. Being an orphan and no one wanting to adopt you, isn't how a normal life looks like. She changed foster homes more times than the years she has lived. She finally took the matters in her own hands and did what she thought best. She ran away. Upper East High isn't your normal high school where all is happy and peaceful. This high school is dark and twisted where everybody has a secret. Making friends had never been hard for Venus but making enemies was quiet easy for her. She was the perfect example of beauty with brains but had many bad habits. In her life walks a handsome yet shy stranger which changed her life; for good or bad? [BOOK 2 OF ACCIDENTALLY MET MR. BILLIONAIRE BUT CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE]

He had magnificent skin. With long hair that was set into a bun just like the bidder, but his was way hotter. He wore an all black tux that fit him to perfection. He's built like a truck and gorgeously handsome. I felt like it was a sin to look at him. To keep my eye contacted with him. I felt like I shouldn't be looking at him at all, and yet I couldn't turn away. I couldn't get out of those fiery eyes and I was trapped. when he finally reached me I had fell to my knees still not breaking the eye contact with this gorgeous man. He placed his hand on my face, which was nicely cold, and opened his mouth. "You're ass now belongs to me."

And if you already don't know my name is Emily Hanson, and I used to be the girl who would make the most sexual remarks but still know how to have fun or to be serious. But that all changed when the Vampires moved in town. And in town I mean the whole world but in secret.

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

"Fúcking hell." He hisses applying pressure to his wound. I think he got the memo because he tells me what I want to hear "I'm apart of the Italian Mafia." I press the pistol harder. "I run the fùcking Mob." "Wow, how cliché." I look down at the watch on my wrist that doesn't exist and then lock eyes with him again. "I'm guessing I've got about five minutes until your mobsters come looking for their daddy. So, it's time for the bonus round!" I clap my hands together as Vince's body shakes. "I thought you didn't want to play games?" Vincenzo cocks his head to the side. This man has balls. I've choked him, shot him and threatened his penìs. There's more to Vincenzo DelVecchio than what meets the eye. *WARNING contains mature content* Read at your own risk

Aria had always been the type to run away from her problems. She ran away from her family, from the police, and from the clutches of the most despicable criminals in the world. It wasn't always easy; her body's need for the chase sometimes earning her more trouble, but somehow-luck clearly on her side-she pushed through to keep her pulse going, even to her own disappointment. And that was the thing about her lucky streak. She demanded it be tested, over and over. When Aria leads a chase away from a man determined to take her life as his own, rather than just take it, everything she thought she knew about herself, about her demons, spins like bullets in a chamber. She crashes into the arms of Italy's most infamous, and he's just as dangerous and cold-hearted as the men she's used to running from, but he's determined to make her live. Live for him. It isn't long before the darkness sinks in, claiming her with a love that pushes and punishes her, challenging her mind and body, all while asking her one question: What does she want to live for? This could be the thing she should have been running from all along. • • • • • [ WARNING INSIDE. PLEASE READ. ] TWISTED © 2020 ANGELING_ || All Rights Reserved. COVER CREATED BY ME, THOUGH I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE USED