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*Extreme mature content* "You want to stand in the same room," Cassian drawled slowly, "while I fuck another woman?" Cixi McLore had been born ordinary. Her parents were killed, and the life that followed turned into a slow, unending hell. Lonely, traumatised, and ground down by constant abuse, she could no longer find a reason to keep living. And that single thought became her curse. And that curse took the shape of Cassian Crown — a billionaire mafia king, whose power in the mortal world was only a shadow of what he truly was. He is not gentle. He is not kind. And he is certainly not safe. *'Devil's Favourite Obsession' takes you on a journey through obsession, revenge, redemption, and fate, all wrapped up in a dark mafia romance with a twist of fantasy. Set against a gritty contemporary mafia backdrop, this story is primarily grounded in reality, with just enough 'supernatural elements' to keep things intriguing and exciting. You will find a compelling push-and-pull dynamic between the main characters that's both intense and engaging. I love building a solid foundation, setting the stage for the thrilling moments that are yet to come!*

Follows a young man who raised on top the Mafia society

"Just give me money and leave me alone!" Nathan’s cold voice echoed through the mansion, his blue eyes burning with frustration as he glared at his five older brothers, and his twin. Alexander, the eldest, only smiled softly. "We’ll give you money… and love. You deserve it, Nathan.” "I don’t need love, for God’s sake!" Nathan snapped, his voice cracking with years of pain. Seventeen years ago, he was the twin they threw away, abandoned because a fortune-teller said his birth brought misfortune. Now that the family finally found him again, they want to make up for everything with affection, luxury, and endless attention… even if it means by force. He never expected the Salazar family to be this crazy. His older brothers protect him, spoil him, and control everything about his life, so much that it might ruin his chance at love and freedom. Nathan only wanted peace. But with five obsessive brothers and a twin who won’t stop smiling softly at him… How will he survive life inside his crazy billionaire family? *** Contains: # Teens love story # Crazy 'broken' house type family # Dark romance, 'kinky' stuff for adults characters #NO INCEST

Devoted and hopeful in a three-year loveless marriage, Selina believed she would finally secure her husband Zane Kaius’s affection — or at least his attention — the moment she revealed her pregnancy to him. But everything shattered in a single night when Zane told her she was unfit to have a family with him — while he continued choosing another woman over her. She was a rebuffed wife with no identity. Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a pawn all along as her father was behind his family's death. Betrayed and heartbroken, Selina decided to keep her little secret from Zane. She was determined to protect and raise her child alone, while reclaiming the life she had slowly lost. She wanted a divorce. Yet the same man who once rejected her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost. This time, however, Selina is no longer the woman who allows herself to be trampled on.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

MAFIA REAPER: THE DOLL HE DIDN’T KILL For decades, the city stood on two pillars: The Vances were the Mind. The Valentis were the Reapers. Together, they were untouchable. Until 2:17 AM. --- Four years ago, Renzo Valenti left the city. Not as a king. Not as a killer. But as a man who still knew how to love. The night before he left, he made a promise to Elara Vance— A future beyond blood. --- Then the world burned. A single signal. A locked foundry. A fire that turned the Valenti empire into ash. Renzo watched his father and brothers die from miles away. Helpless. Betrayed. --- That same night, the Vance empire collapsed. Elara’s father died… and took the truth with him. --- Four months later, Renzo returns. Not as the man who left— but as something colder. A ruler forged in blood. A name the city fears. --- Because every answer leads to one name: Elara Vance. --- She was supposed to be dead. Instead, she’s hiding in the ruins of a world that no longer exists. --- Renzo doesn’t kill her when he finds her. He does something far worse. He takes her. --- Drags her into his empire— not as a lover, not as an equal— But as his Living Penance. --- Forced to serve the man who once kissed her like she was his future… And now touches her like she’s his revenge. --- “I should have killed you the day I landed,” he rasps. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispers. He leans closer. “Because I’d rather burn with you… than live in a world where you aren’t mine to punish.” --- Some betrayals create enemies. Theirs created something far more dangerous— A love that refuses to die… even when everything else has burned.

Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

Scarlet Vesper died with hatred in her heart. Betrayed. Shot. Abandoned. At the moment of death, her pure soul twisted into something darker — and that caught the attention of a devil. Samael, the Accuser. He offered her a deal. Rebirth in exchange for her soul. Revenge in exchange for eternity. Scarlet accepted without hesitation. Now reborn years before her downfall, she is no longer the naïve girl who trusted too easily. This time, she chooses power. But there are rules in this world. id you want everything you have to sacrifice too. To save her from her own anger ' Ciel Volkiere will come and save her from her own sighed pit. He is the most dangerous man in their country. A ruthless mafia but only different to Scarlet whose eyes are fixed on only revenge.

What happens if a cruel, ruthless mafia boss falls in love with a sweet dying soul? Kiara’s life changed the day she was told she had only two years left to live. Determined to spend her remaining time in peace, she returns home, hoping to quietly live out the rest of her days. But fate has other plans. On the very day she arrives, she meets Fionn Clarkson, a powerful, cold-hearted CEO who has no interest in love or marriage. Yet when his father gives him an ultimatum, marry within a month or lose his position as CEO, Fionn makes a bold and unexpected proposal. He asks Kiara to marry him. Kiara refuses. Marriage is meaningless when her time is already running out. But Fionn Clarkson is not a man who gives up easily. Eventually, Kiara agrees to the arrangement, thinking it will only last for the little time she has left. What she didn’t expect… was the danger that comes with being Fionn Clarkson’s wife. Enemies. Secrets. A world far darker than she imagined. Now Kiara must fight not only the illness slowly taking her life but also the dangers surrounding the man she is beginning to fall for. But what will happen when Fionn discovers the truth? That the woman he married is dying. Will he let her go… or will he fight fate itself to keep her?

I was sold to a monster, but I became a widow before the wedding night even began. Don Gio died in our bridal suite, leaving me untouched and terrified. I thought I was free... until the door burst open. Enter Nico Ferrante, the exiled heir and ruthlessly handsome devil who hated his father... and was now, my stepson. With a gun pointed at my head, I told the only lie that could save me from being executed as a gold-digger: "Don't shoot! I’m pregnant with the heir!" Nico didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he cornered me, stripping my soul bare with his dark eyes. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my neck, and whispered the secret that should have killed me: "My father was impotent, little liar... Or should I say... step-mother?" But he didn't expose me. Instead, he offered a wicked arrangement. The Mafia Council demands an heir to prevent a war? Fine. He will give me one. Now, I am trapped in a golden cage, playing the grieving widow by day and submitting to my stepson’s dark demands by night. It’s a business transaction... But why does his touch set my body on fire? We are committing the ultimate sin for a crown of blood. But what happens when the lie becomes real?

Warning! 18+ Explicit content. Dark and Mafia themes. Lyvana Montclair’s wedding to Mark Vaughn was supposed to be a fairytale. Instead, it was a death sentence. On their wedding night, the man she loved showed his true face — and then someone shoots her dead. ​But death didn't stick. ​Lyvana wakes up two years in the past, on the eve of the engagement that ruined her. To claim the inheritance her father left behind, Lyvana’s grandmother demands one unbearable price: marriage to Mark as it was her father’s final wish. But after a series of strange coincidences and near-misses, Lyvana begins to suspect that history may be repeating itself... Someone still wants her dead. Refusing to die again, Lyvana plots her escape and her revenge. Her best friend offers a dangerous solution — one that could ruin everything... or not. The plan is dangerous: find a man so spectacular and so "perfect" that her grandmother will forget Mark ever existed. A man who can win a seat at the Montclair table and dismantle Mark’s influence from the inside. Then enter Julian Blackwood. Dark, enigmatic, and powerful. More powerful than anyone even knows. Julian is the last man who should ever notice someone like Lyvana. Their arrangement was supposed to be a temporary business deal. But Julian doesn't play by anyone's rules. As he begins to hunt the one trying to kill her, Lyvana realizes that while she hired him to be a shield, Julian is playing for keeps. ​The deal was temporary... His obsession is not...

Angelina Belli was raised on Sunday mass, fresh flour, and the quiet understanding that her father's world had rules she was never meant to question. When a years-long war between her father and the most dangerous Capo in Chicago finally bleeds too many people dry, the peace has a price. One arranged marriage. Her name on a contract beside Luciano Ferrara's—a man built from silence, gunpowder, and something that hasn't softened in a very long time. She says yes. For the peace. For her father. For the people who stopped coming home. Luciano doesn't want a wife. He especially doesn't want this wife—warm and churchgoing and relentlessly, catastrophically kind. He sets one rule for himself the moment she walks through his door smelling like vanilla and wearing something yellow. Keep her at arm's length. Don't let her in. He fails by Tuesday. She's not trying to dismantle him. She's just leaving cupcakes outside his office and learning his housekeeper's birthday and planting things in his garden like she intends to stay. She does intend to stay. What she doesn't intend is to fall in love with a man who is trying so hard not to love her back. He will burn the world for her before this is over. He just doesn't know it yet. Flowers and Gunpowder is a slow-burn arranged marriage mafia romance full of grumpy brooding, relentless sunshine, cupcakes used as emotional warfare, and a love story that was never supposed to happen—and absolutely did. Tags: Arranged Marriage · Grumpy x Sunshine · Slow Burn · He Falls First · He Falls Harder · Forced Proximity · Marriage of Convenience · Enemies-to-Lovers Adjacent · Touch Her and Die · Found Family · Baking as a Love Language · Walls So High They Need Demolition · She's Not Even Trying and That's the Problem · Sweet FL / Broody ML · Italian-American Mafia · He Protects Her But She Heals Him ·

A simple jewelry heist was supposed to be the ticket out of debt. But when Jax pulls a silver USB drive from a high-security vault, he realizes he didn't just steal diamonds—he stole the souls of the Los Santos elite. Now, with the city's power players in his pocket and a target on his back, Jax must decide: will he burn the city down, or become its new shadow ruler?

He’s her one shot at freedom. She’s his only chance to believe in love. But falling for each other might get them both killed. After seven years as Scott's best friend, Stacy drops a bombshell: she’s leaving New York for an arranged marriage to Luca Cattaneo, the heir to one of America’s most feared mafia dynasties. Only then does Scott realize he’s been in love with her all along. A stolen kiss changes everything. painting a target on Scott’s back when it's aired on live TV. To protect him, Stacy activates a dead man’s switch seven years in the making and defies her father, Don Angelo Luciano, the most powerful mob boss in the country. But Don Angelo doesn’t forgive. And he never lets go. Scott, haunted by his past and terrified of love, stands by Stacy anyway. His quiet loyalty and fierce love crack the walls around her heart. For the first time, she dares to imagine a future outside her family’s bloody legacy. But the mafia plays a long game. When her father outsmarts the savant mafia princess, Stacy begs Scott to walk away. Instead, he sacrifices everything to go on the run with her. As starcrossed love battles legacy and their lives hang in the balance, one question remains: can Stacy outrun the empire she was born to rule or will it destroy them both?

Kidnapped at sixteen and returned to a life wrapped in wealth and surveillance, she grows up protected to the point of suffocation. At twenty-one, she is allowed freedom only in carefully measured doses like running a small publishing House, controlled outings, and two bodyguards who never leave her side. Sleep is fragile. Peace is temporary. When a panic-driven mistake brings her into the orbit of Alaric Voss, a man who thrives on control and silence, nothing about him resembles safety. He does not offer comfort. He does not explain. He does not soften. Alaric trains private security personnel for his fathers private security company and lives by rules that leave no room for emotion. When Alana asks him to teach her how to defend herself, he agrees under conditions as cold as his gaze: be early, be disciplined, or walk away. As her training sharpens her body, it also exposes truths neither of them are willing to name. Outside the dojo, a powerful figure from her past resurfaces, a man who believes ownership can be claimed, and that some debts are inherited. Caught between protection that cages her and strength that demands everything, Alana must decide whether learning to fight is enough or if reclaiming herself will cost more than she is ready to give. This is not a love story about rescue. Its about war in corporate society. war in love It is about restraint. trauma. healing. vicious circles that are deadly. About fear. A story of when a man who does not bend under any pressure meets what he hates. Definition of weakness. Yet he can't turn away. He fights his own demons daily without submitting and in his word fragility had no space. Yet he can't look away from the very picture of what he despises

Mary Elizabeth was once innocent, hopeful and deeply in love but now, she is Luna Armstrong. The most notorious bad girl at G.P. College. Feared,Untouchable and Dangerous. But Luna wasn’t born… She was made through betrayal,emotionally shattered by the one person she trusted the most, Luna buried Mary Elizabeth the day her ex-boyfriend destroyed her heart and reputation. Revamping herself with a new identity,Ruthless and colder personality she returns with only one goal in mind _revenge_ Cassius was once the reckless bad boy of Morin HighSchool but guilt made him change. After realizing the depth of the damage he caused, he transforms into the very thing he never was, the “good guy” everyone now admires… except Luna. She and her fierce circle of loyal gang members see only the boy who ruined her. Beneath the surface of popularity and praise lies tension, hatred and unfinished history. What happens when the past refuses to stay buried? Will Cassius recognize the broken girl he once loved behind Luna’s hardened disguise? Or will Luna succeed in destroying the man who once destroyed her? And when revenge collides with lingering emotions, who will truly survive the fallout?

Survival in a mafia romance game requires seduction, betrayal, and choosing the right mob boss. But thriller writer Tisha is armed with something far more dangerous: basic common sense. When a glitching, aggressively romantic otome game starts invading her actual life, Tisha must survive forced proximity tropes, sniper crosshairs, and four highly lethal suitors—all while protecting her utility bill, her unbranded coffee, and her deeply judgmental tuxedo cat. It’s a battle of mafia romance tropes versus the laws of physics, and Tisha is bringing a heavily dented throwing knife to the gunfight. [50 Chapters. Publishes Daily.]

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Aira Grace has spent her life yearning for love in a house ruled by power. The daughter of influential politician Marcus Grace, raised without a mother and ignored by an ambitious brother, Aira grows up believing love must be earned through patience and sacrifice. Rowan Royce is born into blood. The son of a retired mafia leader, carrying the weight of a shattered family and an elder sister lost to betrayal, Rowan lives by one rule—never trust what love shows on the surface. When a political feud between the Grace and Royce families leaves his father injured, Rowan’s world hardens into revenge. Their paths cross through Rowan’s younger sister at university. Aira falls for Rowan without knowing the storm surrounding him, and Rowan—despite his cold restraint—allows her into his life. When Aira begs him to marry her, Rowan agrees, hiding vengeance behind wedding vows. To Aira, the marriage is imperfect but precious. She loves him through his silence, his distance, and the hostility of his world. Happiness shatters when Aira discovers Rowan’s true identity—his hands stained red by the mafia life he never escaped. A violent confrontation drives her into flight, straight into a carefully laid trap. Her enemies steal her unborn child through a forced operation, then manipulate Rowan into believing his wife ended the pregnancy herself. Broken by misunderstanding and blinded by hatred, Rowan abandons her in the hospital—yet never fully lets go. He ensures her recovery from a distance, torn between revenge and the woman he loves but cannot forgive. When news reports claim Aira has been murdered, Rowan descends into madness. His mercy disappears. One by one, his enemies fall—until the truth surfaces. Between cruelty and devotion, revenge and misunderstanding, Rowan and Aira suffer the most. Yet in a world built on blood and lies, they discover that survival itself can be an act of love.

After obtaining a mysterious power inspired by Grimlock, Victor begins building his own powerful mafia family in the West Blue. With ruthless ambition and overwhelming strength, he plans to overthrow the pirate world and rule the seas. He is BIG BOSS — Mafia Victor.