Aurora Moreno has lived in silence since her mother died - unwanted, blamed, and bruised by the man who raised her. When he ends up dead, the town calls it murder. She's eighteen. Alone. And sent to the wrong prison. A men's facility. A clerical error. No way out. There, one inmate watches her. Cold. Untouchable. He doesn't belong there-because he's not really an inmate. Damian del Río is undercover, sent by the Spanish mafia on orders from his brother, the don. He's known for feeling nothing. Except something stirs when he sees her. What Aurora doesn't know is that she has brothers. That she's been missing for fourteen years. That her real name isn't Moreno.

Though the broadcast was in French, the words at the bottom were crystal clear in english. It has been reported that a theft has occurred at the residence of the Spanish billionaire Zarves family. The suspect entered the mansion under the pretense of being a maid before stealing the items and fleeing. She has been on the run for two days now. Her fingers clenched around the edge of her pants. That lying, scheming, smug son of a- The broadcast continued. The suspect, identified as 27-year-old Arielle Frost, was last spotted near Paris. A reward of 10 million dollars is being offered for any credible information leading to her capture. Ten. Million. Dollars. Her jaw dropped. He did not just plaster her identity across Europe, slap a bounty on her head, and turn the entire damn world into his personal hunting dogs. She scoffed. Oh. Oh, she was going to kill him. Forget running. Forget escaping. She was going to track down Alexios Zervas, strangle him with his own expensive silk tie, and watch the life drain from his smug, infuriating face. But first she needs to get out of this place. ********************************************************* Arielle's Greek vacation was supposed to be a break from her chaotic life, not a hot fling with a mysterious stranger. Enter Alexios Zervas: charming, irresistible, and-surprise-completely unwilling to share any details about himself. They keep it light, no strings, no names. But after a steamy night together, Arielle stumbles upon a cryptic clue that sends her curiosity-and fear-into overdrive. When she overhears a conversation , her paranoia spikes. Fearing for her safety and desperate to sever any ties, she slips away without a word. What she doesn't know? Alexios is already hunting her, and the game is just beginning. All right's reserved.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Andrei Novikov is the new head of the Novikov Bratva. Indifferent, unflappable, and cold, Andrei is as stoic as he is lethal, as strategic as he is barbaric. Willing to do whatever it takes to maintain control and extend his empire, there's one final wish his father made on his deathbed that has Andrei at a crossroads: to forge a lasting alliance with the Italian Mafia in order to secure the drug trade. And for the Italians, longterm alliances are only brokered in one way: marriage. Giula Russo is everything but the polite, docile, Italian woman her family expects her to be. As the oldest of three sisters, Giula's a downright train wreck. Late-night parties, sleepovers with f*ck boys, and reckless benders has her Mafia don father claiming her as ineligible for marriage. But Giula's wild antics are really a cover for a traumatic past, as well as a shield protecting her from a forced future. When the Russo family meets Il Russo, "The Russian," the violent worlds of the Italian Mafia and Russian Bratva are destined to clash--will it end in alliance or war? Love or betrayal? Dark Mafia x Bratva romance and suspense, estimated to be ~ 80,000 words once completed. Intended for mature 18+ audiences. Only available on Wattpad. All rights reserved to Skara Gray, 2023-2025. #1 in #mafia / 156K stories #1 in #enemiestolovers / 111K stories #1 in #arranged marriage / 40.3K stories #1 in #forced marriage / 14.7K stories

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...

This is book 2 in the "Beautiful Destruction" series. You MUST READ "Theirs to Claim" first in order to understand this one. ____ When I was ten, my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true. Naively, I believed him. I may have grown up in an environment rooted by hate, dishonestly, and fear, but it wasn't until I was sixteen that I felt true pain. Years later at the age of twenty-three, I felt it again, only this kind of hurt was built on entirely different evils: love, secrecy, and revenge. Alec, Caleb, and Xavier were the most beautiful of beginnings and destructive of heartbreaks, but nowhere in our story is there room for an end. Yes, when I was ten my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true, but what he forgot to mention was that nightmares were also dreams. One lie, one night. It cost us everything, leaving us here, three-hundred and seventy-six days later. ____ Even with the overarching mystery of who's responsible for the death of Heidi Adams, there are new conflicts that have arisen within New York. With the weight of carrying the title as Don, Xavier, Caleb, and Alec battle between what's expected of them, and regaining the trust of the women they feared they'd lost. When Madelyn receives a series of anonymous cynical threats, she's left with the choice between facing the world on her own or risking the one thing she's spent months creating shields around: her heart. Apart, the four of them are dangerous, but together, their force is lethal. Only time is strong enough to reveal where their stories cross, however it's love, power, and revenge that threatens to burn everything to the ground. What was once a fight against each other turns into something that's far more daunting-something that has the ability to either unite two enemies or destroy what's already breaking. Getting even. ____ This book contains mature content including violence and sexual themes. Read at your own discretion.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢. Book One in the Bittersweet Series. Created: 27/12/18 Published: 16/02/19 Completed: 03/01/20 Edited: As of March 2022 Completed rewrite: 25/01/23

Ivy, Grey and Arrow are finally back in Sin Sity but things are far from normal. Ivy has left her old life behind and thrown herself head first into the world she's been running from since she was a child. With her sister by her side, and some new unlikely allies, Ivy fights to stay out of her fathers grasp. But as gang members disappear, and cryptic letters and packages show up on their doorstep, the endgame of this plan is beginning to look more and more bleak. Meg's life, Grey's life and Arrow's life hang in the balance and the anticipation is making Ivy crazy. She thought she could do this. She thought she could beat this. She thought that love would conquer all. But what if it doesn't? *** The blood on his hands stains my thighs. My pearly skin turning crimson under his touch. And I knew I should feel disgusted. I mean fuck- he'd just killed a man in front of me. But I wasn't. Maybe that said more about me than about him but I didn't care. Not as his hands squeezed my skin and his teeth caught my ear lobe. But he pulled away after just a moment. Arrow tugged me up until we were standing pressed together. Ignoring the body lying lifelessly on the floor of the basement. Arrow walked us backwards toward to the stairs. He turned me around when we reached the first step. We didn't speak as we ascended the staircase and walked straight to the bathroom. Arrow turned on the water, and stripped my clothes before stripping his own. Steam billowed into the bathroom as we stepped into the glass shower. We moved into the water and his lips found my neck. He kissed gently as I watched the pink water swirl around the drain. The door to the shower opens and I turn. Grey's dark eyes give nothing away as he moves to us. He reaches around me to peck Arrow on the mouth, then leans down to capture my mouth in a brutal kiss. He pulls away and smiles down at me. "I love when you're already wet for me, angel."