He was the king. She was the one girl he was never supposed to touch. Luca Morteli built his empire with blood, bullets, and bone-deep silence. CEO by day, Mafia king by night, he rules with precision never letting emotions get in the way. But everything unravels the moment she walks into his office. Anna DeLuca. Too innocent. Too bright. And entirely off-limits. She's the daughter of his family's most loyal doctor. The baby sister of his right-hand man. A walking complication with green eyes that see too much. She doesn't belong in his world. But that won't stop him from claiming her. Even if it means breaking every rule. Even if it means dragging her into his darkness. Because once he touches her, he'll never let her go. And once she uncovers the man beneath the monster... There's no turning back. Cold hearts don't stay untouched forever. Especially not when fate wants to watch them burn.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The softest place to fall" "Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) Matteo Rossi x Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

Everleigh Dolan was going to be attending a new school, living in a new house, set in a new room, her mother wouldn't speak why but she was optimistic, kind, and finding a new job to help her mom pay for food and all the extra needed things. The James family, right next door invited these two women to attend a dinner at their home, the fist night they settled and they accepted kindly. Only to know Roman, the James's eldest son set it up. He'd act disgusted and unkind to this girl knowing she would be the one to settle him down but she had no idea why he was mean. Till more secrets spilt as they became partners for a chemistry project and god knows the 'bad boy' Roman can't fail. He's never failed and meeting his mate won't keep him from it now.

"You ruined me, Katherine." I glance at her-her lips slightly parted, her hand still wrapped around mine. Even asleep... she won't let go. And that alone nearly breaks me. A bitter laugh slips out of me, low and cracked. "Look at me now," I murmur. "Fuck... I'm screwed. Really fucking screwed." ............................................................................ He was hired to protect her. He was born to destroy her. Katherine Volkov was born from blood and tragedy-the daughter of Damiano David Volkov and Caterina, whose story shattered hearts in The Price of Deception. (Haven't read it yet? Go dive into the chaos, obsession, and twisted romance that started it all.) Now grown, Katherine is beauty wrapped in armor. Raised under her father's iron rule-protected, feared, untouchable. Cold, calculating, and painfully beautiful, she's more than just a mafia princess... She's a ticking time bomb of secrets, grief, and fire. Until Lorenzo Moretti steps into her life. A powerful mafia boss with a vendetta against the Volkov empire. Damiano's sworn enemy. He didn't take the job to protect her-he took it to destroy her. But the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to separate hate from hunger... Revenge from desire. She was supposed to be his target. Now, she's his obsession. And if Damiano finds out? This silent war will turn into a bloodbath. He was meant to end her bloodline. Now he's ready to burn the world to keep her alive. In a world of betrayal, bullets, and blood... Love was never supposed to be part of the deal. ✨✨ Hey lovelies, I'm back 🤭 I'm beyond excited to finally share this story with you! Silent Obsession is a wild ride full of forbidden love, secrets, and dangerously hot tension. I will pour my whole heart into it-and I promise, I'll do everything I can to make it unforgettable. So give it a try... it won't harm you 😉 Let's take this journey together. Page by page. Emotion by emotion. Thank you so much for being here ♥️

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)