Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

When Valeria Venezia takes a discreet nanny job in a secluded Italian villa, she doesn't expect the child to belong to Luciano Salvatore - ruthless mafia boss, billionaire kingpin, and a man whose name alone commands fear across Europe. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Luciano doesn't do relationships. He certainly doesn't do nannies. But Valeria's presence unsettles his carefully controlled world. She's not afraid of his threats. Not swayed by his money. And she's melting the ice around his heart faster than he can rebuild it. But the world Luciano lives in isn't safe - and neither is the obsession brewing between them. She came to care for a child. He plans to make her his. Whether she wants it or not. BOOK ONE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

She spent her whole life being told she was nothing. Unwanted. Unloved. Invisible. Until the night she ran-straight into the mansion of Dmitri Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and powerful, Dmitri trusts no one but the uncle who raised him. Especially not a trembling girl who shows up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He sees danger in her wide eyes and soft lips. She sees safety in the storm of his arms. She is poor, broken, and full of secrets. He is rich, brutal, and carries scars of his own. She falls first. But when he finally falls... he falls harder. And Dmitri Volkov does not love gently-he loves like a man who will burn the world for what's his.

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."

The beauty of a goddess, ethereal, picturesque, angelic all words that swarmed through Franco's mind the moment he stumbled upon Angelica ----- Franco King, ex military, now owns a very successful building company. A man known for his intimidating aura and short temper; with few friends and only his mother to keep him sane Angelica Monroe, a sweet girl, a calm girl with a soft personality to match her voice. A girl who wishes to spend her time alone; after the death of her parents the only people she often speaks to are her grandfather, aunt and niece. •DISCLAIMER• 11 year age gap between the two main characters so if you don't like it imagine it smaller or fuck off -respectfully- :) #1 in 'angelic' - 24/03/2024 #1 in 'ethereal' - 2/07/2024 #2 in 'soft' - 28/05/2024 #4 in 'older man' - 28/05/2024

noun: one who returns, especially from the dead or a long absence They lost her once. They'll burn the world to get her back. Cecilia Bonetti has spent her life locked away in a care home - isolated, overlooked, and surviving in silence. What she doesn't know is that five powerful men have been searching for her since the day she vanished... and they're her brothers. As the feared leaders of the Bonetti mafia, they believed Cecilia was gone forever. Until now. But blood has memory. And when sunshine slips into their dark world, even the coldest hearts begin to crack. They'll fight to keep their composure - ruthless, untouchable - but with Cecilia back, staying cold might be the hardest battle they've ever faced.

She just wanted to share her excitement over a midnight cake... He was used to silence, power, and fear-until her voice accidentally found him. What begins as a wrong number turns into a connection that neither of them understands. She's the warmth he never knew he needed. He's the danger she never saw coming. And neither knows who the other really is... A mafia king. A famous chef. A connection built in the dark, yet shining brighter than any truth they've ever known.

"Married to the Wrong Milan" Zavian Moretti - a name that sends shivers down the spine of Italy's underworld. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. Today, he was supposed to marry Kiara Milan, a glamorous model and a perfect match for the mafia king in the eyes of the world. But fate had other plans - she vanished hours before the wedding, leaving chaos behind. To save the family name, the Milans replaced her in secret... With Rhea Milan - the wild card. Not a model. Not feminine. Not interested. Rhea is the opposite of everything Zavian expected - a tomboy with the shortest hair knotted back, dressed in a white hoodie, jacket, pants, and boots. No makeup. No fuss. Just raw beauty and a dangerously calm attitude. She wasn't born to be a bride. But she walks into the wedding like a silent storm. While the mafia world watches in stunned silence, Rhea? She's near the dessert table, stuffing her face with sweet treats - completely unaware that she just became Mrs. Moretti. If you want to find her... Just follow the smell of sugar.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.