There are plenty of words a mother could use to describe her son. Dashing, witty, handsome or strong. If someone were to ask Ximena Armstrong, however, only one of her boys would be introduced in such a proud light. If they asked about the other one, they would receive a strained compilation of complaints that he is vile, twisted, or a hateful beast. There are two sides to every story, though. What made a mother turn her back so quickly? No one has ever gotten close enough to either party to ask for their side. One thing is for certain, Griffin Emiliano is a dangerous man, and Ximena Armstrong is a pathological liar. Yet on an uneventful day in Betrothal, a group set out to find the answers to all the possible questions anyone could ask. When they find two boys, an anklet and a pile of bodies, there are too many questions to ask and not enough time for the answers before the doors are busted in and everyone is a suspect.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

."The table is for eating isn't it?... Spread your legs Ms. Natalia." Rankings 🏆#1 Sex scenes 🥉#3 Hot 🥇#1 Mature Content 🏆#1 Mature language 🥈#2 BWWM 🥉#3 Sexy 🏆#1 Black hair #9 in Romance out of 1.97M stories. Thank you! ♥️ #16 in Love out of 2.34M stories. Story began: December 2021. Ended:June 2022 *TRIGGER WARNING* SA S.H

*Mature BWWM* Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, and she's arranged to marry him. Of course, her feelings towards him have never changed, only matured and proceed with caution. But is she ready to take on the big brute who won't confess any feelings at all and forget about the reason for the marriage in the first place? *Preview* "I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro." He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair. "Stop fucking laughing." I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro." I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop. "Strip." I stop laughing. "Excuse me?" Nikolai sneers. "I said strip." I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear-" Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt. ~~~~~~~~ *33 chapters- three extra chapters I promise you the story is better than this lame excuse for a blurb. Cover by: @meha-k Whole story word count: 52,472 *EDITED TO A READABLE STATE 😉 (feel free to comment about the French and Russian mistakes I made. I know GT isn't reliable sometimes) 🔥 is the mature chapters 🥇 #2 in funnymomments 100k Reads on 7/16/22 150ᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏɴ 7/25/22 200k Reads on 8/6/22 250k Reads on 8/25/22 300k Reads on 10/2/22 400k reads on 12/17/22 500k reads on 3/24/23

17+ I Fucked Up... He Found Me- I opened the door of my temporary apartment and immediately tried to shut it, regretting ever being stupid enough to open it at such a late hour. "Angel, you truly never cease to surprise me" he threw the door open and I walked backwards towards the kitchen, I turned my back and was about to grab a knife to defend myself, When I felt his presence, he immediately pushed his hard body against my back and took the knife from me slowly, "Now, angel you wouldn't want to make an accident would you? Hmm?" I felt his breath against my neck causing goosebumps to arise. God why am I so happy to see him? My heart pumped in my chest quickly- "What did you think? I wouldn't find you? You would run to Germany with your grandparents and I would forget about you?" He shook his head kissing my neck, I took in a breath as he turned my body to face him, "I would find you all the way in Alaska Emerson, do not underestimate my love for you." My eyes widened at his words and with that he roughly connected our lips. 'Estupida, deberiamos haber ido a Canadá" ...

Billie is a sub in these stories since nobody wanna do it What do u want me to say just read it Tw: mention of self harm(maybe)

Billie is a bottom in this story (your g!p) If you don't like the pet names used in then exit the book i have others 😭

sorry buddy, ur just gonna have to read ;) Billie g!p Finished 11/2/2020 :))

one unexpected night I saw him. My ex. He was here and he was after me again, I can't get away from him. that was until I met Ash. the Italian mafia leader. The most dangerous man in the world, or so I thought. even though he appears to be scary and harsh he isn't. ----------------------------- Preview: He sits on the kitchen counter hunched and holding his lower stomach, I step in front of him. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ask softly, he looks up at me with the same cold glare, but this time it had an emotion i couldn't read "please? I need to clean that." I said pointing at his stomach. He sighed and pulled off his shirt with a low husky groan. I let my eyes rake over his body watching as his arm muscles flex and his skin is toned. he clears his throat, I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I realize I was staring. "clean it then." He demands, but it was oddly soft. I nodded and dabbed at his wound he hissed and pain lowing his head to rest it in the crook of my neck. His breath shoots goose bumps all over my skin.