Rosalie O'Neil is sheltered and protected by her Irish mafia father and brothers. Taken out of her all-girls school during fifth grade, she's been tutored at home within thick iron gates for six years. No boyfriends, no sleepovers, no freedom. Her safety has always been her family's number one priority until they can't afford to keep her hidden from the new mafia man in town. Read on to learn about how an innocent girl changed the New York mafia game once and for all. **SET IN 1950s** [No images used belong to me. All credit to creators. All likeness to real people, alive or deceased is coincidental. Please leave constructive criticism! This is my first story :)] COVER ART BY: Casparita

I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. I knew I was going to die. Die at the hands of my captor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kelsey Blake wanted revenge. She wanted to destroy the man who had kidnapped her twin. Not only had her life taken a sudden turn in Italy, she had been separated from her only family. However, despite her thinking that she was free from the cruel, Mafia world, that was not the case; as Kelsey had managed to attract the attention of Severon Aresco. Severon Aresco is an enigma; nobody knows who he really is. In his world, he is known as Snake, as he strikes and kills without anyone realizing. People think that Severon is the weaker twin, but they couldn't be further from the truth. When Severon comes across the unusual woman that is Kelsey Blake, he is instantly captured by the crazy, yet daring girl. And just like his brother, Severon would do everything to make Kelsey submit to him. Will Severon succeed in bending Kelsey to his will? Kelsey knows that Severon is dangerous, and she wants to run as far away from him as possible. But she also knows that escaping Severon is an impossible task in itself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: mature content!

I stared at the man who'd kidnapped me, my heart pounding. His green eyes burned me. Burned me until I was nothing but ash. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sadie Mills wanted nothing but to accomplish her dreams of becoming a world class ballet dancer. All her life she had worked hard to reach where she was now. She was close. So close to achieving her goals. However, a sudden attack and an impulsive mistake sends Sadie's life in a tailspin, when she comes face to face with a man who was the epitome of destruction. Renzo Pugliesi likes his life and his women in order. The slightest mistake results in murder as he prides himself on delivering the most painful of punishments. When an honest mistake lands him with a girl who is fire and ice all in one, Renzo knows that he has to do whatever it takes to bring her to heel; even if it means losing himself in the process. Who would win and who would lose? Sadie knows that Renzo is no ordinary man. But she has yet to find out that he powerful enough to destroy her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: Mature Content!

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

I was breathing hard. I don't know what is this thing. Her face that pops on my mind became constant after that night. I can't even sleep because of her. And that moment I saw her dancing in the kitchen her arms show off as her hair fall prettily on her angel face doesn't help at all. It kept playing and playing inside my head. My muscles were tensed and hard when I think about her. That I even have to do a hand job to release this fucking heat she has instilled with me. Damn it. "I'm not your type." Yes. She's right. She wasn't my type. Ace. Jet black hair. Silver gray eyes. Pale white skin. So far of my blonde and tan qualification and yet I just did a fucking hand job thinking her body plastered with mine. Fuck. This can't be happening. Lust. Yes, that's just it. I need to get fucking laid.