''Fuck Angelica I cant be with you! you're Mateo's little sister whatever this is between us, cant happen'' nobody's ever seen me cry, nobody has ever seen me weak. I'm fucking Dante Santino head of the Italian mafia ive never been seen weak, at least not until she came along... ''Dante please! dont do this!'' her sobs echo in the empty street, not even the sound of the pouring rain hitting the concrete beneath us can hide the sound of her cries and it breaks me. ''I just cant hurt Mateo like this'' I look deep into her eyes as she pours her heart out in front of me, but I just cant do this to my best friend... --------------------------------------- Dante Santino, a 25 year old who's head of the biggest Italian mafia. your average cold, dark and handsome devil on the outside, but on the inside... the biggest teddy bear youll ever meet. only he didn't know that, not until Angelica Farinelli came into his life. he fell head over heels in love with her the only problem being? she's his best friends little sister. Angelica Farinelli, an 18 year old girl who's life hasn't been easy. After being abused her whole life she finally manages to escape and move in with her older brother Mateo. Little does she know shes about to fall in love with one of Italy's most dangerous criminals who also happens to be Mateo's best friend. ---------------------------------------- #3 ON STEAMY 06/05/2025 #7 ON LOVE 10/06/2025 #3 ON ITALIAN 10/06/2025 #1 ON MAFIALOVE 10/06/2025 #5 ON GANGS 20/07/2025 #10 ON DARKROMANCE 28/08/2025

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

(Fee-bee) Phoebe was a part time college student. But that was before HE came into her life, Phoebe was a lot of things before HE popped up. She WAS; a virgin a full-time worker at the hotel near her apartment seemingly always late on her rent about to give in and take out loans for school lonely, all she really had was school and work. HE came along and with him came new opportunities for Phoebe to live a better life. She also finds herself caring for someone that's not officially hers. ~~~ I will NOT be warning readers before a sexy/sex scene but will tell you that the early beginnings are safe. Editor Extraordinaire: I need one that won't disappear. Cover Art: Check inside for all names, I have a couple that I choose from. August 2017: 3rd Place Winner, The Q&K Awards. If there is a book that has a similar plot please tell me and I'll check it out. This book is completely mine so if it appears outside of Wattpad or Inkitt, someone stole it. All pictures/videos I got off of the internet. Started: July 30th Completed: July 30th (Two years later)

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

𝐎𝐮𝐫 '𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞.

Lana and Marco Rossi's blissful newlywed life is shattered when a mysterious woman shows up, revealing a secret that could tear their love apart, she's carrying Marco's child. LANA: I fell in love with Marco Rossi on a flight back home. He was an older man with authority and power, owning a law firm in New York. It was love at first sight, and before long, we were married. I never regretted the decision, until the day I came home from work and found a pregnant woman in our house, claiming she was pregnant with his child.

Danielle was in a coma for seven years, and Leo was the love of her life. When she finally wakes up, she finds out that he's married to another woman and he has a daughter.

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.