Phoebe Marlowe has spent her life trying not to be noticed- soft, timid, gentle to the bone. But softness has no place in New York's criminal underworld. When her grieving father signs a fatal contract with the Valenti crime syndicate, Phoebe becomes the debt. At eighteen, she is handed over as the unwilling bride of Romeo Valenti- the cold, ruthless heir to an empire built on blood, fear, and obedience. Romeo doesn't want a wife. He wants nothing to do with the fragile girl who flinches when he enters a room. Yet the moment she steps into his world of marble floors and locked doors, Phoebe becomes a liability he can't ignore-and a weakness he never wanted. She breaks rules she doesn't understand. He punishes a girl who can barely lift her eyes. She cries through dinner etiquette lessons. He threatens to kill anyone who makes her cry again. And when she tries to run, he hunts her. But the deeper Phoebe sinks into the Valenti world, the more she sees its truest monster- Dorian Valenti, Romeo's father, a kingpin who uses people like weapons and cages girls like pets.

This is Tanya an 17 year old who has all the right curves in all the right places. Tanya's Moms is a junkie who owes a huge debt to a kingpins who could give no fucks if she died or not he just wants his money but when 17 year old Tanya offers her virginity for her mothers life he takes it. Forgetting about the situation he a few weeks later gets a call from one of his homeboys who he has in high school who knows about what "went down" with Tanya and Tone tells tone he notices Tanya getting a pudge so he takes it upon himself to find out if a 17 year old is having his first born sure enough she is and here is their journey. || 2-2-18 #418 in teen fiction || 2-19-18 #109 in teen fiction // 3-17-18 #81 in teen fition

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Theodore leads an unfulfilling life, going to work, going home. The only exception being his family dinner on Sunday, he can't help but hide his loneliness. Seeing happy families wandering along he can't help but wonder if he'll ever get that. But he doesn't change Until he gets a phone call from America, at four in the morning... Telling him that he has a daughter ~~~ His Little Princess is the First Father-Daughter book I have written, it's undecided whether it'll be a series or not. This book is a standalone, first draft, feel free to comment and ask questions!

A little girl who never learned the difference between right and wrong is suddenly swept into a world of power, secrets, and chaos. Sofia Lawson grows up in the shadows-raised by a mother who sells her body to survive and offers her daughter no love in return. Neglect is all Sofia has ever known, and innocence is something she loses far too early. Then her world collides with his. Diego Lawson is everything Sofia's life is not: a ruthless multi‑billionaire CEO, feared by rivals, admired by none, and brilliant enough to destroy anyone who stands in his way. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. Until he discovers the existence of a child who shares his name. Forced into a role he never wanted, Diego must face a truth no amount of power can erase-he is a father. And Sofia is drawn into a life she doesn't understand, caught between wealth and cruelty, protection and control. As their paths intertwine, both lives begin to change in ways neither could have predicted. Will chaos consume them both-
or will an unwanted bond become the one thing that saves them (COVER DESIGN BY ME)

Lucia; a young and beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her was shot dead protecting the biggest secret of her life. Her three year old daughter, Kiara. The circumstances of her death remain an unsolved case whilst Kiara is left without a mother; her father a famous yet meaningless one night stand that is none the wiser of his own child's existence. So who will raise Kiara? _______________________ Book 1/2, book 2 is being updated weekly :)

Mafia ; The word itself expresses fear , danger and mostly DEATH . What happens when one day the capo of the most feared mafia , Leonardo Russo , meets the little shy, smart and sweet Bella , who herself is a mystery . Bella is just like her name beautiful but this little miss sunshine's existence is enigma. Will this sunshine brighten the Russo world or will she remain an enigma ?? Let's grasp the story of Bella ( Russo's princess 😉 ) . #1 in lovable ♡♡ #1 in Older brothers ♡♡ #1 in father- daughter ♡♡ #1 in 3 years old ♡♡ #1 in lost daughter ♡♡ #1 in only daughter ♡♡ #1 in smart ♡♡ #1 in rich family ♡♡ #1 in Italy ♡♡ #1 in lost sister ♡♡ #1 in sassy ♡♡

18 years ago the Italian Mafias Princess disappeared, but what they don't know until too late is that she ran away. Sick of being shut out and kept quiet she decides to make a life for herself. Pregnant at 16 and married at 18 Jade and her husband Nikolai prosper together, making a family they both dreamed about. Until 18 years after her disappearance, she's spotted by someone working for her Father and Brothers. Secrets begin to unravel and the family has to stick together more than ever before. Because the Italian mafia has finally found the lost princess and she gives them a deal they can't refuse. *This story is purely fictional* *contains mystery and the found family trope*

Before I can reply, a nurse in pale blue scrubs calls my name. My stomach lurches. Nathan stands immediately, like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to come with me. I hesitate, then murmur, "You don't have to-" "I know," he interrupts gently. "But I want to, Princess." My heart swells. ♕♕♕♕♕ It was just one night. Until it became forever... ♕♕♕♕♕ It was one night-blazing, reckless, unforgettable. But she ends up pregnant with the one man she swore she'd never see again. But when Sylvia Maddox finds out she's pregnant, the last person she expects to see again is the dangerously charming real estate tycoon who left her breathless. Nathan Locke doesn't do complications-or second nights. Until the woman who vanished after their steamy encounter... and drops a bombshell that changes everything. She's independent. Focused. Planning Manhattan's most elite events with grace and grit. He's powerful. Calculated. A man used to getting everything-except the one woman who's carrying his child. Now they're tangled in more than just business. He wants to claim his baby. She refuses to fall for a man who doesn't believe in forever. But fate's got its own blueprint-and this time, walking away isn't so simple.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,