"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

He always gets what he wants. He always wins. He is feared by all. In his world, he is known as 'The Beast.' And now he wants his Beauty. 21-year-old Chloe Richardson lives with her father and works at her small cake shop. She has a routined life but she is content with it. But her whole world gets turned upside down when she is sold in a gambling game to the most dangerous man- Luca Moretti. 28-year-old Luca Moretti aka 'The Beast' is the leader of the Italian Mafia. He is known to be the most cold-hearted and merciless person, incapable of loving even a single soul. But when he sets his eyes on his Beauty, he knows she is the one who can not only keep his bed warm but also his heart.

Psycho, an infamous assassin, is known for their skills and ability to kill without the slightest bit of remorse. But what isn't known, is that The Psycho is a woman. To bring an end to a longstanding feud with the Russian Mafia, Adriano Moretti hires Psycho, unaware of her true identity. Their plans are soon disrupted by their own conducting emotions and the ghosts of Psycho's past who have come back to haunt her.

Verona Nico Valentini is not your average Italian woman she is the next in line to the most powerful Italian Mafia in Europe. • "You women can't do shit," another man spits out. He was maybe a little older than me. I scoff and slip out a knife I had in my heel. I stood, walking over to him, playing with the small knife in my hand. "I am no ordinary woman," I whisper in his ear as a smirk creeps on my face. I stab his upper arm and he yelped in surprise. I twisted the knife and added, "If you aren't going to take me seriously then now is your chance to get the fuck out because I'm not going to take your bullshit." He tried so hard not to scream from the pain, his face turning red. I pulled out the knife and walked back to my seat. Nobody dared to make a noise. "If I hear anybody complain about how I don't know shit. Next time this knife," I raised the bloody knife and throwing it on the table "Will be in your heart. I'm not here to play any games, gentlemen. I'm here to get business done."

This book will stay on wattpad till I start rewriting it. As of right now I will not be taking it down till then. I am writing the divinity series at the moment. Book 1 of the divinity series is now available on Amazon and ibook. Without choice be me Elizabeth Andrews. ------ ******Completed*****Valentina Guzman, is the daughter of the Italian mafia boss, also the mafias best assassin. Because she is always one step ahead Guns Knives Money Fighting Alcohol Sex Cigarettes Thats what Valentina lives for She doesn't love or care for anything or anyone. Shes cold hearted, strong, fierce, fearless Just the mention of her name and a shiver runs down anyones spine. Can she fall in love? Will she ever? And who with? --- The epilogue had been edited A lot of errors i know I dont know Italian or russian . I will be using google translate Keep in mind i do this for fun !! Don't be mean !! But also if you have any ideas or advise, let me know please thanks Will be going back and edit one day!! Hopefully soon!!!

When Damon Carbone, the rightful heir to the Italian Mafia gets overthrown and betrayed by his own family, he is forced underground. He now lives his life in the shadows as the notorious assassin, Il Mietitore, gaining the skills necessary to take back his throne. He devises a scheme to overthrow his cousin, Don Martino Mendoza, and get the revenge he's been craving for the past five years. But in order to accomplish that, he requires the help of a mysterious Femme Fatale. A Femme Fatale with a hidden past and her own agenda in mind.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

"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!

Previously titled Mafia CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN "Do I make you wet?" He asked me breathing in my ear from behind me. "No and you'll never be able to." I said smirking, proud I found my voice again. "Is that a Challenge? If yes then you're on Bella." ~ When Isabella Denise, the assassin for the French Mafia, finds out that her own people are plotting to kill her, the feeling of betrayal drives her to collude with the Italians. That's when she meets Giovanni Marco Enzo, the head of the Italian Mafia Family. He was everything from cold and self-centered to intelligent and calculating. More importantly, he was a known womanizer. What would happen when Isabella finds herself drawn to him despite the circumstances? ___________________________________ This Book Has Mature Content and Frequent Use Of Abusive Language. 18+ suggested but if you are under well I cant stop you, read at your own risk.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."