She was sweet he was mean. She always smiled while he was always serious. She didn't realize it but he knew she was the love of his life. Delilah Morecelli 17 year old is always smiling. She treated everyone with kindness and never once stopped helping people. She wore bright colors and her head was always in her books. She is bubbly and very social. She is extremely smart the top of her classes. That all changed one day and no one realized When Delilah stopped smiling, when the eye bags and red eyes appeared, when she would miss school, or when her grades dropped. Except for him, Nikolai Mikhailov he has always kept Delilah very dear to his heart, he was head over heels for her, he noticed everything down from how her nose scrunches up when she's thinking hard to the way she clenched her fist when she's anxious. All hell breaks lose when he realizes His princess is suffering, After all don't mess with the Russians next heir's malyshka

After one broken night, a Mafia Don finds himself stumbling through a massage parlour, drunk out of his mind. But what he didn't know, was that he stumbled upon the most perfect angel he had ever seen. An angel he was determined to claim as his.

〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

Emily found solace in a small mountain town five years ago, though after running into an amnesiac on the side of the road, her old life makes a resurgence. ***** Emily has been hiding from her past for five years in a remote mountain lodge - until the night she nearly runs over an injured man on the side of the road. North has amnesia, and while he recuperates at the lodge, he and Emily can't seem to ignore the growing chemistry between them. There are just two problems: without his memories, North doesn't know who he really is or what he's left behind. And Emily can't risk leaving her safe haven to face the world she's hiding from once his memories return. Content/Triggering Warning: this story contains scenes of sexual and physical abuse, violence, sexual content, and mentions of suicide and mental health. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by Lily Taylor

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

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 *** "In today's lesson," Blaze breathed out just a centimetre from her ear, his large hand moving to her thigh and parting them, "we will be learning how to open up." Ellie's heart pounded against her ribcage. She waited with anticipation for what Blaze would do next, swallowing the saliva that was lodged in her throat. She never felt a rush the way she did whenever Blaze touched her, and he knew that as well as she did. "So, tell daddy," he gently ordered, a small smirk pulling at his lips at the whimper that fell from Ellie's swollen lips. "What is it that you really want, baby?" **** Ellie Mason was the type of girl that was quiet yet strong. Ambitious about anything she took part in. She never had to be told twice to do something but she would never go down without an argument first. But she was incredibly shy, closed-off from anyone and everyone, and had extremely low self-esteem. She never spoke to anyone unless she had to, she kept herself distant from many people, and she was easily frightened and/or intimidated by people. Her closest friend was her fraternal twin sister, Gemini, and no one else. Her life was simple until her father's dark past crept up on her and her family before his passing, where she has no choice but to meet Blaze Arrowood who, at first, wanted nothing to do with the girl. She was simply a temporary toy that he would soon discard once he was given what he wanted from the Mason family. But there was something about Ellie that made him intrigued. Why was this timid yet feisty girl stuck in his mind every night before he went to sleep and the second he woke up every morning? And why in the hell did he want to make her completely his? *** HIGHEST RANKS: #1 - selflove #1 - blaze #1 - control #1 - development #2 - insecure #2 - conflict

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."

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

"Did you not hear me? Get out, Taurus." Unbuckling his seat belt he gets out. I unbuckle my seat and step out the car. His towering 6'3 is standing in front of me looking down at me blank face. "I've taken a lot of disrespect from you, Taurus more than I'm willing to keep taking. Especially from my mate. If you were any other female. I would have snapped your neck, just for your tone. But you are my Queen. So instead I'll be turning that sweet plump ass of yours red with welps." My panties instantly drenched. He breaths in deep and his eyes turn black. "Turn around and put your hands on the car." I do as he say no questions, my mind wants me to stop it. But my heart and body want this. " I want you to count, and after you count ask for another." He grips my scalp yanking my head back so his lips are by my ear. "Politely." A moan slips as I feel his breath caress my skin. "Don't miss sweet heart or I'll start over." My arousal hits full force. A deep growl rubles from his belly.