#1, Of Blood and Bonds. "You want me to touch you?" He questions, a brow quirked and I nod wordlessly. The feeling of his fingers applying pressure, silently coarse me into using my words. "Yes." He hums again, taking a step back and slipping off his rings one by one as he pulls away, moving towards a chair. "Show me then." Xavier lowers himself into the chair, directly a few feet away from me, his arms spread, legs parted and eyes hooded with anticipation. "Show me how to touch you." *** When a powerful and feared billionaire spends the night with a daring young lady, resulting to her getting pregnant for him, bonds are being formed as she gets pulled into his world. Secrets are being revealed and the past is being exposed. Despite all that, would she still be able to stand the beast? Would she leave or sit and embrace the dark with La Bestia? Peccato (Sin/Sinful)

#2, Of Love and War. "I spy with my fucking single working eye; something small, round and white which doesn't fucking work." *** Rostov Vasiliev is feared all through the bloody streets of Russia. They call him "the killer" and the second greatest thing he detested asides people messing with what was his was Alexavier Black, alongside Lo scudo delle aquile. Unfortunately for him, the both things he hated the most were playing right in front of him and at the same time. A new war had begun between the Russians and the Italians. One between La Bestia and Убийца [ubiytsa]. New relationships are being formed. Bonds are being broken. Secrets are being revealed. Lives are being taken, all in a war for love. It takes only the power of an angel to crumble the walls around the heart of a beast, or two beasts in this case. After all, it is being said that love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend. May the 𝘣𝘦(𝘢)𝘴𝘵 win.

It took the Beasts mere weeks to overthrow the human government and eliminate most of the population. Those who survived were put into slavery, forced to spend their lives serving the royal families and wealthier Beasts. Adeline has been a servant for the royals for as long as she can remember. It's hard work, but she feels lucky to be born and raised in King Richard's kingdom. He's a kind ruler, and his humans are often treated well. King Heloix, on the other hand, is known for his ruthlessness. He has little tolerance for his fellow Beasts, and even less for humans. Rumors are that his servants are often killed as punishment for even the smallest mishaps, and to survive even a year while working for him is an accomplishment. When Adeline is transferred to King Heloix's castle, it takes him only seconds to recognize who she is to him. Will he accept her as his mate or reject her existence? ⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND TRIGGERING THEMES⚠️

He didn't steal me. He claimed me. One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came. When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark. Damien Voss. The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me. Now he does. He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his. Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me. Break me. Remake me. And the worst part? Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to. When he touches me, I forget to be afraid. When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it. When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go. This isn't love. This is obsession. And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs.""

"The Mob Boss and His Stepsister" At the ripe age of eighteen, Orabrlla is thrown into the dark world of gangsters, guns, and lust when her mother marries one of the richest men in the country. The moment she runs into her stepbrother, Vincenzo Rossi, everything changes. And his infatuation never eases... His one goal: make her his. (previously known as "Stepbrother" with over 34 million reads - now renamed to fit wattpad's guidelines)

1st book in the 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 🂡 This is a man's world... 🃑 In a room with vinyl spinning Sinatra, hand-rolled cigars on the table, and blood on the expensive carpet, the woman scrubbing it off would be the reason it spilled at first. La famiglia Battaglia seals deals with violence, stacks chips, and spurs fear. The Patriarch waxes old, but danger adds youth to his days. His eldest son plays wolf but forgets to clean his fangs. His middle son plays a fool but slices necks with a playing card. The youngest? Can't tell a spark from fire. They make up the core of the house, filled with men and ruled by men. The Battaglia women pour drinks, stock up on Chanel No. 5, and zip their lips with vintage rouge. They do not sit at the table surrounded by the men- where's the gossip? They sit at private luncheons and horse rides. The woman scrubbing the floor doesn't matter. She was hired to care for the patriarch, cook dinner for the men, and be another body to ignore. But she watched transactions, learnt routes, how the men breathe, even pulled off her panties for the middle son, not to be loved, but to break boredom. Suddenly, when jokingly asked her opinion on an issue, she responds...and the men straighten up. They clutch their bullets tightly as she stands beside the patriarch. Little comments here, thrown daggers there, the men watch, follow, and hit many targets, all because of...a woman. Rival families catch the scent of the change with La famiglia Battaglia: smooth successes, good hits, deadly reputation. That's dangerous, and that gets attention. Now the woman who's supposed to ensure the Don takes his meds is busy packing magazines. Too bad, too late, too deep to say goodbye. This isn't about power or falling into the shackles of love. It's about what happens when the most ruthless family in New York realizes their biggest threat isn't holding a gun. She's holding a mop. Literally.

If someone offers to pay off your student loans in exchange for signing a non-disclosure agreement and moving into the middle of nowhere, you should probably ask more questions. I didn't. I was a broke grad student desperate for a lifeline, and the contract offered by the elusive billionaire was too good to pass up. My job was simple: live in a sprawling, heavily fortified glass mansion in the mountains, teach his eight-year-old daughter French and mathematics, and never, ever go into the West Wing of the house. I thought my new boss was just an eccentric, reclusive tech genius. He is devastatingly handsome, entirely silent, and moves through the mansion like a predatory ghost. He watches me with cold, pale eyes that make my pulse race for all the wrong reasons, but he is a devoted father, and the paychecks clear every week. I thought I was safe in his snowbound sanctuary. Until the night I accidentally wake up, walk into the wrong room, and see my quiet, eccentric boss standing over a man bleeding out on a plastic tarp, holding a suppressed pistol with the casual grace of a reaper. He isn't a tech genius. He is the head of the most ruthless Russo-American syndicate on the continent, and I have just seen exactly what he does in the dark. I know too much. I am a liability. I should be dead. But as the Don of the syndicate wipes the blood from his hands and locks the heavy steel doors of the mansion, trapping me inside with him, I realize that dying might have been the easier option. Because he doesn't want to silence me. He wants to keep me.

"The Underboss and His Obsession " ۵ Amara grew up knowing two things in life: her mother knew best and would do whatever it took to protect her daughter from the real world--including keeping her sheltered. She always imagined a normal life beyond the walls of her home, and decided the only way to achieve that was to take matters into her own hands. Now, having experienced the taste of freedom under her wings, Amara suddenly finds them clipped again when she becomes a witness to a crime that lands her on the radar of a dangerous mobster named Salvatore Romano. Like anyone with common sense, Amara feared him more than anything in the world. She had every right to. He was no prince charming but rather the monster to be slayed before the happily ever after. Beneath his irresistible looks resided a twisted, cold reminder--she should have listened to her mother. Yet, despite knowing his true colors, Amara finds herself stuck on a haunting realization scarier than the man who can't seem to shake her out of his unhinged thoughts and refuses to let her go even at the expense of his sanity and thirst for vengeance. It was the realization that she would do anything for him...and she means anything. Because there are no boundaries when it comes to obsession. There are no limits when it comes to love. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ "You would do anything for me, right, princess?" He asks softly. Slowly, I nod my head. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he reaches into the back of his slacks then places the gun in my palm. "I want you to kill him."

"The Mob Boss and the Stripper" ━━━━༻❦༺━━━━ Survival. A word Emilia knew all too well before she ever learned how to take her first steps. A word that provided her with more comfortability and security than the people who were supposed to love and protect her. After a life-or-death decision leaves Emilia in survival mode, turning to stripping at The Nightshade proves itself to be the key to solving her problems, even if it's just temporary. But when her past comes back to haunt her, Emilia doesn't realize that instead of one ghost, she has two. A man who torments her mind with the memories of bruises and healing scars on her body. Another who has her battling the intense pull she feels whenever he's in her presence. The same man who can't decide if his building obsession towards her outweighs his need for vengeance. Love has only ever placed Emilia in harm's way. This time? It just might be enough to kill her. ━━━━༻❦༺━━━━