[BOOK 1 OF VALENTINO SERIES] #1 in Wealth - 08/21/2020 #1 in New Years - 02/09/2021 #7 in Young Romance - 02/12/2021 Began: December 2017 Completed: --- • • • Vera Bernacelli had successfully hidden away from the overwhelming fame for some time that her parents' name brought. She had left her home state, New York, to listen to what her heart was urging to do; to follow her dreams out across the coast. She had ran away from her father's pressure to follow in his footsteps, the one thing she desperately didn't want to do. She saw this as an opportunity to bury her dreadful past and move into the future full of new opportunities. When she decided it was the right time to come back into the spotlight, she didn't expect the drastic turn her life would take. The night of her parent's annual New Year's Eve party, she meets an alluring yet mysterious, dominating yet infuriating, wealthy yet arrogant man. Blinded by each other's sexual appeal, they had decided to spend one night together thinking it would be their last. One hookup is what they agreed on. One night was all they needed to satisfy each other's desires. But who would've thought something would have them string back along with each other again? Something that would turn their lives around to leave a permanent mark on them forever? Or rather who? • • •

"As for you," he stared while walking towards me. His stormy eyes made me feel a certain way. He looks at me as if he is a predator and me his prey. I quickly snap out of my haze and utter "I'm going to go now" very awkwardly. I turn on my heels but before I can go any further, he grabs my wrists and pulls me towards him. His face was inching towards me as his body was closing all gaps between us. His hand creeps up my face to move a strand of my hair and tuck it behind my ear. "Don't ever walk away from me," he growls close to my right ear that I can feel his lips brush up against it. His smell was intoxicating, taking me out of this world. I subside my thoughts as I push him away. "I have to go," I whisper, not able to look him in those lukewarm eyes of his... Vivian Saray is a strong, independent twenty-two-year-old woman who graduated from college and is living in the city that never sleeps; New York City. She works hard to provide for herself in order to further her education and NEVER go back to the life she had left. On the other hand, multi-billionaire Elias Spade, only at the age of twenty-seven, is the brains behind the greatest business empire in the 21st century. Is there more to what meets the eye? What will happen when these two cross paths?

Book Two of She Belongs To The King - With their school year coming to an end, it was time for summer vacation, but just like their school year, it would be a summer they would never forget. Secrets will finally be exposed, and Mia will soon discover that maybe she doesn't know everything about her childhood best friend. - ❝Everyone knows he belongs to her.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] STARTED on March 16, 2018

"She's hot." "Yeah, I know. I'm kinda jealous..." "I'm gonna ask her out." "Are you crazy? You're asking for a death wish." "What's so wrong with me asking her out?" "Everything! You just can't." "Why!?" "Because she belongs to the king." - Mia White was just an ordinary girl that walked the face of earth. She was who people looked up to. She had good grades, was the kindest person you'd ever meet, and was breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone in ClearHills Academy loved her. But, there were also some who feared and despised her. Some people hated Mia because she was known as 'little miss perfect' and because she was claimed by the one who practically owned everything. Besides her best friend, Sarah, not many people approached her. Most people feared that if they were to do something wrong, it would anger him. And that was the last thing people wanted. Ace King was someone not to mess with. His father owns a powerful company that he would soon take over. He was what parents told their kids not become. He was the bad boy of ClearHills Academy. Ever since Ace first laid eyes on her as kids, she was what he wanted most. Mia was the only person who he'd drop on his knees and bow down to, she was the only person he cared not to be feared by. She was the only who could tame him. - "What is it dear? Do you want something else?" his mother asked, looking down to see his attention focused on something. Or rather, someone. "Her," he said, pointing at a girl, sitting on a small wooden stool with a book in her hands. "I want her." - ❝Everyone knows she belongs to him.❞ - WARNING [ contains mature language ] Highest Ranking #1 - 01/27/18 | Billionaire #1 - 02/01/18 | Romance STARTED on November 7, 2017

You're delicate. He's ruthless, and a Mafia Prince. What happens when a one night stand ties you to the Godfather of crime? +16

Alessia Ferrari is the Don of the Italian Mafia. Whip-smart and dangerous, she is a woman in a man's world, surviving against all odds. Born and raised to become a lethal killer, even the ground she walks on bows at her feet. She has it all, until that is, her father gives her hand away in marriage. Ace Hernandez is the boss of the American Mafia. He's a cold cruel hearted monster. He knows the game all too well and does whatever it takes to win and if that means breaking someone, he could do that with his eyes closed. Fate is vicious when the two are forced to marry. Will two monsters find solace in each other's arms or will they kill each other? ---------------------------- "I don't recall signing up for strip poker." She replied. Her full lips frowned softly but her eyes were filled with amusement. She knew she couldn't beat me, not at this game. "Are you quitting? Are you a quitter?" I mocked getting under her skin. Her lips twitched before she pursed them tightly. The blues of her eyes deepened and she threw me a dangerous smirk. She shuffled and pulled off one of her sandals. Fuck. So we're doing this the long way. She raised it in the air, dangling it off her finger before tossing it aside. She raised a brow at me, she challenged me. I knew I got under her skin. Just as I had anticipated. -------------------------- BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ©️ All rights reserved ™️ The Walnut Tree BOOK ONE OF THE MAFIA SERIES

He saw her, he saved her, he healed her and he claimed her. "Every man needs a woman when his life is a mess, because just like chess; the Queen protects the King". Mature themes and content

#1 in Africa #1 in Latin #1 in Possessive "I'm very sure I'm allowed to fuck who so ever I want to fuck" I yelled at him, unaware of how close we were "No Cara, you only get to fuck me, I own you and this sweet pussy of yours" he said, sliding his fingers into my pussy. All this started because of that stupid threesome I agreed to. Sewa has been alone for most of her life, not because she couldn't have friends, no, she just enjoyed her own company and she loved peace and quiet. It lasted for a while until she came across the greatest disturbance Antonio Rivera, an Italian womanizer who took to liking her and her body. She can't seem to get him out of her mind after their first meeting and likewise. The man started to grow a strong sexual desire towards her until it became something more, something he dreaded. Okay this shit is getting too long. I hope you enjoy it really.

Zoe Narah Garcia, with a tough family situation and a rocky relationship about to shatter, she decides it's time to take a break and enjoy herself. Jerome Black, hired hitman by the Black Cobras, considered a full blown psychopath with no known vulnerabilities, he is sent to deal some of his older brother's business in Spain. What happens when Zoe's boyfriend becomes the bad guy and Jerome manages to play his role of savior? Two worlds collide with a bang and a boom, changing lives forever. Will it be for the better or worse? Read to find out. ┴┈┈┈┈■┈┈┈┈┴ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 🔞 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 ┬┈┈┈┈□┈┈┈┈┬ "Though I would love to feed you myself, you're not a baby for me to sit with, regardless of what your... beliefs are." Forest green eyes lowered to my parted lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I'll give you this, guarding anyone wasn't apart of my plans either." As he turned to the door, I felt the heat vanish at the process of his words, the anger boiling instead. "No, and here I thought you're just a product of my imagination." He stopped, turning to look at me over his shoulder. He blinked slowly before saying, "Did you like me that much?" My breath caught at the sound of his tone. Husky, deep, practically oozing sex, just like his appearance. "Wh-what?" I stammered confused. He smirked, facing me again as he stepped closer. I stepped back, hitting with the back of my thighs the foot of the bed, and he followed, stopping before I fell into the cushions. ❝𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷?❞

Infidelity, ˌinfəˈdelədē, is the action or state of being unfaithful to a moral obligation. Olivia Ludavico Spraying my right hand out to the door, I pushed it open, but I didn't miss a drop of blood that was plastered on the knob. Training my gun up into the room, I surveyed around and my eyes landed to see the man, that was suppose to be my kill with my bullet, with his head titled back and his hands tied to his chair- he looked to be sleeping but the two bullets to his head and chest told me it was an instant kill. Someone had beat me to it. "Damn it." I hissed out, clearly annoyed. I placed my hand on my earpiece turning my body sideways to the door. It hadn't been thirty minutes but my brother needed to know we wasted valuable time with me coming down here. It was apparent he wasn't doing bad business with just my father. My brother didn't respond and I rolled my eyes before my breath quickened after hearing clinking of a glass, and I turned on my heel ready to fight for life or death. I hesitated for the first time in my life. Piercing grey eyes in the dim light to Abram Smirnov's office stared back at me, and not to the gun that could end his life at any moment. He looked to be the man that invited death with open arms, but it was on his time and not when the universe called for him and the way his eyes flickered told me it was for damn sure not going to be from me; not for tonight. His fingers grazed the side of his glass before I watched him tick his forefinger against it. He radiated off power and my finger closed around the trigger but I didn't pull it. If he was going to hurt me; he would've by now. What did he want? Nicholai Corsetti