[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Broken, bruised and scarred, Bailey Willow trusts no one but herself. Living in a house she doesn't like with her abusive and drunk dad, she waits for the day when she can leave. Dangerous, merciless and cold, Adrian Black is the type of person you'd fear to look at. Their paths cross when Bailey witnesses a murder she shouldn't have seen, which lands her in Adrian's house. But can he kill a girl who's been through far worse than death? #3 in tattoos | 4.3K stories | Oct 4, 2020 #15 in sadstory | 19.3K stories | Oct 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 1.8K stories | Oct 18, 2020 #1 in pretty | 9.2K stories | Oct 24, 2020 #1 in broken | 56.4K stories | Nov 7, 2020 #8 in romance | 1.2M stories | Nov 6, 2020 #7 in story | 176K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #1 in teenfiction | 198K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #8 in badboy | 98.3K stories | Nov 18, 2020 #3 in love | 1.6M stories | Nov 13, 2020 #1 in hot | 43.4K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in handsome | 5.7K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in humor | 163K stories | Nov 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 6.1K stories | Dec 1, 2020 #1 in sad | 261K stories | Jan 12, 2021 ➽───────────────❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ!

WARNING - Mature scenes Language Violence Mentions rape, suicide and other sensitive topics - Aria Levkin is a girl who's living her dream. Studied at Oxford University, has amazing friends, a wealthy family, and attracts everyone she meets. What happens when on her 21st birthday she's taken to a club, or more specifically, a club owned by the one and only Damien Vassiliev? What happens when Aria meets him in the worst circumstances? She knew straight away that life would not be the same after that very incident. Damien Vassiliev. A man who in the paparazzis eyes is a sexy billionaire and CEO of Vassiliev Enterprise, but behind the cameras is the leader of the Russian Mafia. What happens when Aria and Damien share their first glance? What happens when, Damien is captivated by Aria's beauty at first sight but refuses to believe it? - Status - Ongoing For mature audiences only.

BORGATA - BOOK 2 ***NOTE: This is Book 2 of the Vendetta series. I recommend that you read Omertà before this book so that you have a gist of what's going on. However, this is a prequel, meaning this story happened before Omertà, and CAN be read on its own! :) ** Samantha finds herself imprisoned in a world of illegal trade and criminal activity, where she must face the consequences of her actions and repay her father's debt. She also will try to resist a mob boss, who understands her on a much deeper level than her heart can allow.

[C O M P L E T E D] Amara is drawn to him in a way she never thought was possible; intrigued by every secret, and falling deeper with every lie. The butterfly effect; The theory that every decision you make impacts your life, and the way it unravels. One decision, one person, and one simple encounter that would both change her life forever, and turn her whole world upside down. Two polar opposites - like fire and ice. A bright fire burning inside of her, and a captivating wall of ice built around him. Complicated, insufferable & all consuming. He is her most beautiful mistake, Her greatest weakness, Her downfall. "He finally glances down, his eyes glowing from the setting sun. In his eyes was a sunset of its own, the browns and golds merging together in a captivating whirlpool. His eyes hold the weight of all his fears, raw for me to see. He always describes my eyes as the ocean, and I can't help but worry that his carry too much fear and sorrow for even the ocean to sweep away." "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬." [#1 in Downfall.]

Parties and late night drunken states meant everything when it came to Clover Paige; especially if it meant leaving her wild thoughts behind and losing herself in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her name is just an illusion, you would think anyone named Clover would be innocent and sickly sweet, but she has more dirt in her past than anyone can imagine. She drank to rid herself of pain, she danced all night until someone took her home, all to forget those her hurt her. But what if her wicked ways actually ended up causing more trouble for her than she intended, that trouble being the notorious bad boy Weston Knight? He was the leader of the town's most feared gang, the frontman of 'The Knights.' Weston's story was practically known by everyone; a young, troubled teen now a young, but still troubled man, became a monster on the streets after his family was murdered in cold blood. He was emotionally unattatched, ruthless, but most importantly, he had his attention on a certain party girl. Copyright © 2020 by itslilrenee

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

[MATURE CONTENT] "This is so wrong," I mustered the energy to say. "We shouldn't be doi-" my words faltered as my body almost gave out, unable to bear his intoxicating assault on my neck. "You know you want me," he said, drawing his head back up so I could glare into his eyes. "Stop denying yourself." Whilst one hand stayed firm on my hip, forcing my bum into the wall, the other trailed down my side and cupped my warm heat through my leggings. I bit back a moan. His hand ventured back up and I almost let out an embarrassing whine of protest, until they were pulling my shirt up to rest over my boobs. I almost orgasmed right there at the way he was looking at my bare breasts. "Naughty girl," I just heard him mutter through my fogged mind as he took in the sight of me. He bent down until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, eliciting another round of goosebumps. "It's still w-wrong," I said, but this time I could no longer suppress my moan as he took my nipple into his mouth. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so mind-numblingly right?

[MATURE CONTENT] "What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy. And that's not just because of the god beside me. His fingers caress my skin. Slow and oh so experienced. His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move. "Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.

the story of the king twins and their love interests cover: blushfully