𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

Amelia Whitmore built a life she loved in New York City running her own event planning business, living on her own terms, far from the expectations of family names. But one will changed everything. Suddenly pulled back into the world she left behind, Amelia finds herself in an marriage with Rafe Cameron the enigmatic heir of the Outer Banks elite. He's a stranger with a storm in his eyes and a past he never talks about. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. She's not here for love. And neither is he. But in a house full of silence, in late-night arguments and lingering glances, in shared storms and quiet confession something starts to shift. They didn't choose this marriage. But maybe... it's choosing them. Rafe Cameron x OC Au Outerbanks Does not follow the Outerbanks story line.

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***

''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect. Like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat zip to my toes as my nails scrape down his back. I don't think about what comes next -- him pulling his shirt on and leaving. I don't feel heartbroken when I imagine myself alone in here. It's casual, our intimacy. And it's too late to renegotiate. ***** When Fox hooks up with his new roommate at a masked club, he has no idea their fling is just the beginning. The woman he's living with is the same girl who shared candy with him under a playground slide. 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 STANDALONE NOVEL *ANGSTY EMOTIONAL SLOW BURN *MEN YEARNING Copyright © 2024-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

In which a teenage girl sets her sights on the mafia don, and innocently seduces him. . . . . . . . . . . She gets what she wants because no one dares to refuse the Principessa. But when they can't give her the one thing she wants, she gets it herself. . . . . . . . . . . 19 year old Giana is beautiful, sweet and convey's innocence. Giana is also bratty, spoiled and manipulative. What happens when she's sent to live with La Famigilia after her own family dies? She craves the one man she can't have. The man that is to take care of her. The man that will always give her what she wants, yet the same man that tells her she can't have him. But like the brat she is, she doesn't listen. . . . . . . . . . . - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Highest Ranks #1 in Spoiled #1 in Seduction #1 in SpoiledBrat

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

"You're on my schedule," he stated, his tone laced with an unusual intensity. "On your schedule?" I questioned, curiously. "We need to have sex." . . . Haunted by a tragic mistake during her residency, Dr. Angel Novak has reshaped her career, trading the hospital for sports medicine. When offered a prestigious fellowship with the world's most renowned hockey team in New York, she sees it as a fresh start, a chance to leave her past behind. Amid the fast-paced world of professional athletes, Angel's focus shifts to rehabilitating players and helping them reclaim their glory on the ice. But one player stands out, rude and distant - Eros Candreva, the team's goaltender. Despite Angel's diligent efforts, he avoids every appointment she schedules for him. As Angel delves deeper into Eros's mystery, she discovers he holds the answers to questions she never knew she had. Drawn together by an irresistible pull, they're entangled in a dance of secrets and unspoken desires. But with her professional ethics at stake, she's forbidden to cross the line between doctor and patient. Yet, as the intensity between them grows, Angel finds it harder to deny her feelings. Beneath Eros's icy facade lies a past as tumultuous as her own, and together, they might find healing. But when the truth finally surfaces, it threatens to shatter their fragile bond.

Two months with her aunt Rose's new family in the OBX would be fine, if the painfully hot, infuriating son of her aunt's husband would just mind his own business. What do you do when you have to live in the same house as your enemy? "Cat caught your tongue, cousin?" "Don't call me that. We're not cousins. Not by blood." Rafe Cameron x OC Enemies to lovers, Close-proximity, Love-triangles and jealousy

Valentina Martin was a Kook, trapped between the world of privilege and the freedom she secretly craved. Rafe Cameron had loved her since they were kids obsessively, desperately and he would do anything to keep her his. JJ Maybank saw the cracks in her perfect life and without saying a word, loved her anyway. But for Valentina, it was always Rafe - dark, dangerous, and irrevocably hers. And in a world where love was messy and loyalty meant everything, she would have to decide just how far she was willing to go for the boy who would burn the world down for her. Season 1- 4 Rafe x OC JJ x OC

💋 Enemies to lovers 💋 Two names. Two reputations. One deal. Rafe Cameron is a Kook. Reckless. She's a Pogue. Even more reckless. So what happens when a deal forces them together? Hate grows bigger... but something even stronger starts to sneak in where it doesn't belong. Have fun reading babes!! ❣️ #smut ( English is not my native language ) ( 1 #rafecameron 17.10.25 ) ⚠️: • smut • drugs • underage drinking • violence • strong language • mental health struggled • enemies to lovers