The Perfect Recipe For Love: One imprisoned Mafia Don, Two spoonfuls of Sexiness, A pinch of Cockiness, And a pair of Handcuffs. All served with a healthy side of Sex.

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

Sophia is a penurious, troubled girl fighting her inner demons and caging monsters, trying to run away from her past life as much as she can, however far that she can but finds every road ending with a blockage, finding every path with a stop sign and nothing but dead ends. Not giving up and still pushing all of her energy to make ends meet, she doesn't give up until her life takes a turn and that too when the well known, owner of the prestigious Italian Mafia's mob boss takes a glance at her, his heart never allowing his eyes to misalign once they have settled on her. On the other hand, his life is fucked up, messed up, ruined to ashes but he is still living and is the king. He knows when to shut down his emotions, when to snap, when to hold things under control and when to wage highly successful wars. He doesn't believe in love or happiness and vows to die alone. But will he be able to complete this vow of his when he sees a set of pure electrifying blue eyes which make him completely stop on his way. And not stop him only, but his goddamn stubborn heart. What will be the fate of Ashton Romanno? This story is mine and solely mine and I wouldn't allow anyone to copy my work. If you do, I will take legal action against you. And warning, there are scenes of rape and torture. ALL THE PICTURES I USE ARE NOT AT ALL MINE. MY INSPIRATION FOR ASHTON ROMANNO IS DUSAN SUSNJAR. I REPEAT.....THEY ARE NOT MINE, I DO NOT OWN ANY KIND OF PICTURE, THEY ARE SOLELY HIS AND HIS ALONE.