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.

They say "curiosity killed the cat". I say "naivety killed the flower".

Finding evidence of her dead brother's whereabouts, Katherine Donovan believes that he is still alive. In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family's remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Vitaly Alecovich Rostov and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal. However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Vitaly's merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly familiar past. A past that she has been erased from- a past that she cannot she escape. Unsetting secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Vitaly. The question is; will she run from him? Or to him?

Alina MacCaa is captured by her father's long-time enemy after stealing a highly classified file from Volkov Corp. Alexei Volkov is the next heir to his dying father's company. He must follow in his father's footsteps and protect the company at all costs. But as the two worlds collide, they learn that their life is not as it seems, and it may be more messed up than they know.

An excerpt previously published in Love Journey's AMBW Anthology: Shades of AMBW: Asian Men and Black Women Short Story Collection, this tells the story of a man eating fox, who meets a young human woman and the two instantly fall in love. However, tragedy stuck the two lovers and the immortal creature wanders around the human realm with only one desire and that was to be human. He has to marry his 'Fox Bead Bride' in order to do so. Centuries later, a young woman, who resembles the Gumiho's old flame, Amari crashes into the Gumiho's life and everything finally falls into place, or so the Gumiho thought. Is Amari what the Gumiho had been searching for and will she fall in love with him in time for him to be able to turn human? This story entails of these character's journey to find everlasting romance, through trials and tribulations, scorned love, revenge, jealousy and those that seek the Gumiho's bead for greed. Can these two star crossed lovers stay together or will their relationship fall apart, forcing the Gumiho to remain an immortal being for all eternity?

"So you're always like this?" I dared to ask him, even when my brain told me not to do so. The guy was the walking destructive machine. "Like what?" He challenged me. "You know...Uh...cursing and...and always angry like someone stole your lollipop and you're seeking revenge since kindergarten." I explained as simply as I could and also because I didn't know any other way to put it gently. He gave me a long look before he gently grabbed my forearm and brought me closer to him. "You're not too much into violence are you? He asked. I shook my head no. He pulled a strand of hair away from my face and his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered "Then stay the hell away from me." with that he pushed me aside and made his way out of the lecture hall. ____________________________________ Peyton Dawn lived her life by the policy of non-violence. Not because she was inspired by MAHATMA GANDHI or something but because of the things that happened in her past which made her an Angrophobiac. Devil's son A.K.A Royal Grant was your not so little frigid bastard who have anger issues. Also he have zero tolerance power for standing in a queue or when someone is checking out his girl. It's not the question of who's going to fall in love first but what matters most is that they're not healthy for each other, or that's what others think. ☆PEACE☆

18 year old max is taking a job at prison they are paying her lots of money and paying for her whole college when she find out she started taking care of this prisoner that is one of the mast psychopath of century and she ended up falling in love and getting pregnant by him will she leave him or will she stay with him?

I waited on the bridge, but you never came. I waited all day for someone who I thought felt the same.

You finally escape with an injured Malcolm, but you can't leave Brahms at the mansion alone, so you return, only to find out why he really hid in the walls for all of those years. This book is an aftermath/continued interpretation from the 2016 horror movie 'The Boy'. I don't own any characters but all of the chapters I have written myself. Please don't copyright! (I don't own any pictures)