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The Mafia King’s Hacker Bride

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
Balishba · 135.6k Views

Harry Potter and the Surprisingly Competent History of Magic Professor

Cassian Rosier is a failure. A near-Squib in one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families, he’s spent his life as the family’s punching bag... mocked, dismissed, and barely tolerated. But when a simple light spell becomes his last chance to prove himself, Cassian’s world shatters in a way none of them could have imagined. Because the Cassian they knew? He is gone. In his place is a man from another world... our world. A man with no magic but a lifetime of teaching behind him, and only the vaguest memories of a “Harry Potter” series he never bothered to read or watch. Suddenly trapped in a body with a ruined reputation and no real power, the new Cassian has one goal... to survive. When forced to give a lecture on magic, Cassian bluffs his way through by teaching Lumos... a spell he doesn’t know. But something strange happens. As hundreds of people learns from his lecture, mastery floods his mind. And then it happens again, an ancient variation of Lumos awakens, along with memories that don’t belong to him. Some memories are benign, illuminating secrets of long-forgotten magic. Others are sharp, dark, and dangerous... leaving him to wonder whether he is drawing on wisdom or inviting something far worse into himself. Now sent to Hogwarts as a professor, Cassian must juggle the expectations of his pureblood family, the suspicion of fellow teachers, and his own growing power. Every spell he teaches brings him closer to mastery... and to the ancient past that might consume him. A snarky, slow-burn power fantasy about an accidental professor who teaches magic too well, unlocks spells no one remembers, and juggles ancient memories, family politics, and students who might be the end of him. What to Expect -Light-hearted, snarky tone (Cassian’s dry humor carries the story). A reluctant but clever MC navigating Hogwarts, pureblood politics, and ancient magic. Progression fantasy elements: teaching magic makes Cassian stronger over time. Ancient spells come with lingering memories... some helpful, others unsettling. A competent teacher MC (no “bumbling fool” energy here, but plenty of witty one-liners). Slow-burn romance with a single female lead (Bathsheda Babbling). Exploration of Hogwarts daily life from a professor’s POV, with banter, levity, and political scheming. Content Warnings Mild swearing (Cassian has opinions and isn’t shy about sharing them). Family dysfunction and emotional manipulation (Rosiers gonna Rosier). Canon-typical prejudices (pureblood vs Muggle-born ideology), handled critically. Occasional darker themes tied to ancient spell memories. Slow-burn romance, no harem. No gratuitous gore or smut. Warning: May contain dangerous levels of sarcasm, accidental teaching competence, and the occasional romantic subplot you never signed up for. Proceed with tea.
TheFanficGod · 3.8m Views

The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”
PurpleLight · 1.7m Views