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Era una giovane fanciulla senza malizia ,con la faccia ingenua aveva i capelli rosso rame ricci abitava in un quartiere il più lussuoso ,aveva dei genitori adottivi che le dimostrava il loro affetto materiale, ma non riceveva amore dai suoi .Lei aveva sorella minore che veniva sempre con lei ,erano inseparabili. Si chiamavano Sharon e brittany amavano divertirsi .Un giorno fecero un viaggio andarono in viaggio a Barcellona si affittarono una stanza a 3 stelle ,li conobbero delle compagnie che lo portarono allo sbaraglio riusciranno a ritrovarsi?
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Property Of Vittore Martinelli ✓
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.Concluida
But I Still Want You
"Give me one valid reason as to why I should sign this?" He said leaning back on his chair, folding his arms against his chest. "Umm...you'd get a young, intelligent, empathetic, loyal and a passionate wife? And Bonus, she's gorgeous as well." she answered with a grin, flipping her hair back. "You forgot to add childlike." He smirked. "I ain't a child. You're the one acting like a child here. You know the situation we are in well enough, so just sign it. Now will you?" she insisted. "Correction. Not 'we' but 'I'. It's a 'situation' for you, not for me. So, ask politely." He said, with the smirk not leaving his face. "Seriously!?" She frowned to which he nodded closing his eyes. "Argh! Fine-", she let out a sigh before continuing, "Will you please sign these papers?" "Oh Zara, I was expecting better." he showed his displeasure. Zara sighed again. Knowing his intentions very well. She walked closer to him plastering a fake smile on her face. Seeing her approaching him, Evan stood up adorning a smile. Before he could say anything Zara smacked his face with a fist and hit him on the legs with her foot making him wince in pain. She laughed like a maniac watching him plead in front of her. "I'm still waiting, Ms. Zara." His voice snapped her back into reality. What a bold dream! She sighed in defeat, before replying to him. "Mr. Evan Nash, Will you please show some mercy on me and sign these papers agreeing to our contract marraige? Please?" "No!" ____________________________________ What happens when a hard headed and no nonsense man stumbles upon a clumsy yet equally fierce and passionate woman? And life throws an arranged marraige for them. Will love stumble upon them as well? Read as they both make each other's life a living hell and a living heaven, both at the same time, while healing each other's heart. This is the story of Evan Nash and Zara Williams.
The Maid (Corrupted Love #1) |✓
__❤︎ The Maid and the Mafia King ❤︎__ Losing her father at the age of 20, Bella started to search for jobs. Not to mention, she already was doing 2 jobs. But they were not enough to pay her father's debt. With the help of her friend's cousin, she got the job of working as a maid in a big mansion,owned by a multi billionaire. She heard the owner of the mansion was young and the mansion too screamed rich and power. But what she didn't know was the owner of the mansion was feared by people, the most perilous Mafia king of Italy and around the world. She didn't know one more thing. That the ruthless Mob king was going to claim her 𝑯𝑰𝑺 no matter what. _________ "Sshhh.. no one cares," Lucifer's hot breath hitting my neck as his lips slowly tracing down to my collarbone. "No please- w-we shouldn't ahh.." I gasped as he took the skin of my sweet spot between his teeth. "Don't open your mouth. I won't be responsible for what I would do to you if you open your sweet mouth again, " he didn't give me time to response before he claimed my lips possessively. ________ •[ WARNING ] Contains MATURE CONTENT, VOLGAR LANGUAGE, ABUSE. (18+) _________ Started: 12/08/20 Completed: 24/11/20 •°•°•°• [Cover by me]Concluida
ALPHA
"Tell me you did not like what had just transpired, tell me you did not feel that strong jolt of electricity that ran through our bodies, tell me that you did not feel like everything faded except the two of us, tell me you did not feel happy after and tell me you have another plan and you will not hear this again from me." "There MUST be another way!" "Tell me and I'll listen." The rockstar started pacing back and forth while the long-haired executive only went to the bar and nonchalantly poured herself a glass of whisky. Moments after, Althea cried out in frustration. "Aaaaargh!" At this point, Jade was already out of her seat and walking towards Althea. She took a sip of her drink before extending her right hand to the frustrated girl. "So we have a deal." Althea only stared at Jade's extended hand and frowned. What has she gotten herself into? Cover photo courtesy of my dear friend soshicupcake.Concluida
Texting With The Don
We was just a few girl's who thought it would be amazing to spend several month's in Italy after college graduation. One last major bash before reality set in and we headed out into the world to make our mark. However my reality was very different from my friend's. Not long into our trip I started receiving these strange texts from a unknown person. Sometimes they would be funny, flirty then other time's they could be right scary. Had I'd known then what I know now I would have never boarded that plane. A fun, flirty tale with some chills and thrills! Oh and did I mention love??? ??? Don't leave that text on seen now!?Concluida
𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝟏𝟖+
❦"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟏"❦ • 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 works as a stripper at club LUX after she escaped from her father, Valentine Rostov the leader of the Russian Mafia. During her time at the club, she meets a dangerous man, Lorenzo Marcelio the leader of the Italian Mafia. Her father Valentine Rostov sends men to the club one night to send a message to Gianna while a note is sent to Lorenzo informing the two that Diabolo is back and he wants his heart back. Lorenzo soon finds out a bit about Gianna's past but most of all, he finds out she was once in love and engaged to the deadliest assassin in the world. Rowan Starkov, also known as, Diabolo. War is now set between the Russian and Italian Mafia and between two lovers who are now enemies. Gianna later finds herself stuck between two men fighting for the same things. Rowan wants his daughter back and later finds himself more entangled in Gianna than before. And Lorenzo wants to protect the two people that have become most important to him. But this entire war revolves around everyone's most precious treasure, Sofia Starkov, the daughter of Gianna and Rowan. • "Oh, little bird, oh, little bird." My other hand gripped her breast firmly but hard enough to send her throbbing. "I'm going to destroy every part of you tonight, I will leave scars that I can only hope your new fiancé can find, I'm going to mark you with my name so he knows exactly who he's fucking with." I looped my arm around her waist hoisting her onto my thigh so her clit rubbed against it. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to fuck your fiancé without thinking of me, without seeing me, without wanting me." ⚠️Warning⚠️ - lots of SMUTConcluida
~You Will Stay In My Heart, Forever...~
"তুমি রবে নীরবে. . . হৃদয়ে মম. . ." while she was busy humming her favourite song, he was busy staring at her. Only when she looked up did she notice her best friend standing leisurely, at the entrance of the terrace. Smiling, she said, " Arey Om! tum kab aaye? Bataaya nahi mujhe?" He quickly walked forward and said, "Kya karu Ri, agar meri bestie itna achha gaana gaayegi, toh mujhe aur kuchh kaise yaad ayega?" . . . as she and her family stood with the Oberois at the airport, Ri kept on lecturing Om about how to take care of himself. That's when it struck Om's mind. He spoke hastily, " Ri, agar mujhe tumhari yaad ayi, toh mai kya karunga?" Ri smiled and said, " Remember my favourite song? Bas use gunguna lena!" "Par uska matlab kya hai!?", asked a confused Om. Ri lightly slapped her forehead and said, " Buddhu! it means ~you will stay in my heart, forever...~" Join the two of them on their journey, as our favourite RiKara make you fall in love with them, once again.
Sweet But Psycho
Aileeta Cortez, an 18 year old Italian. she looks like any normal teenage girl but she holds a bad reputation. she's sent to England to carryout an almost impossible mission. Alex Colebert, a 19 year old European boy who crosses paths with Aileeta in Oakham college, England. ************ "Don't be fooled by my beauty and age cold butt or whatever you call yourself" I grin wickedly at him, loving how the fear burns all over his face, I love fear, it boosts my ego. I take slow strides closer to him, he struggles to break loose from the chair he's tied to but it's just a waste of time. I'm now very close to him, my knees brushing his shaky ones. I place one leg on the side of the chair he's seated on and pull out a pistol from my waistband. I look into his hazelnut eyes for his reaction. scared, confused, just the reaction I was dying for. "Holy shit that's a gun" he exclaims "I told you earlier not to be fooled. I'm evil, wicked, I'm the devil, I rob banks, innocent people, I derive joy from people's pain and fear, I get wealth by doing dare devil jobs-" I cut myself in, not wanting to leak too much info. I've said just about enough already. "I still love you " he spat, glaring intently at me. mine widens in shock I quickly mask it over with an emotionless and bored expression. I close up our space once more. "Even if I am ready to blow out your brain? don't you think it's a little too soon for you to use the word "love" ?it's pretty strong!! " I press the gun on his temple, my finger lingering on the trigger. *********Concluida
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.
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