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Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.
Salewa_25 · 109.7k Views

A Deal with Mr. Jeon

YERIN believed in kindness, in laughter, in mending broken things — especially little hearts covered in fur. As a bubbly veterinary nurse, her days were filled with wagging tails, muddy paws, and warmth. Until one fateful morning — a single mistake turned her peaceful life upside down. While watching kids blow bubbles on the street, she accidentally scratched the sleek Mercedes-Benz of Jeon Jungkook — Seoul’s youngest and most feared businessman. Panicking, she wrapped her scarf around her face like a mummy and fled the scene, promising herself she’d never see him again. But fate — and Jungkook — had other plans. Behind the perfection of his tailored suits and polite smiles lies a man with a past darker than midnight. A man who doesn’t believe in accidents or coincidences. When he finds her again, his calm turns into curiosity… and curiosity into obsession. YERIN’s world collides with his again when she refuses a mysterious offer from him — and later finds herself bound to his name through a contract she can’t escape. What begins as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous dance of emotions — where every argument sparks fire, every glance hides desire, and every secret threatens to burn them both. “You left a scratch on my car, YERIN. But you left a scar on me.” He’s a man who’s used to control. She’s a woman who doesn’t know fear. And between them lies a love that shouldn’t exist — but refuses to die.
Dahila_vex · 5.3k Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 1m Views

One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

Warning: Contains sexual content. I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping
Z_Hira · 57.3k Views

WHISPERS OF CAELUM

The old books say _Caelum_ is the vault of heaven — silent, distant, indifferent. Elodie died beneath it. The afternoon sky hung so perfectly blue it felt like mockery. Aysal wasn’t there at the time. First time she was late to reach her own palace and by the time she reached there, the _Caelum_ had already taken her best friend and given nothing back. Not even a hint. A year later, Aysal returns. Not a hero. Not a vigilante. Just a girl hollowed out by a grief that won’t end. The police have a closed file. The town has new gossip. The sky — the cursed, beautiful _Caelum_ — still arches over everything, unchanged. She doesn’t want revenge. She wants peace. But some secrets are meant to burn and they required someone to start the fire. So Aysal listens to the whispers of Caelum. For a sign. For permission to become what she has to become. Because some voices only speak after the heavens stay silent. _Whispers of Caelum_ is a psychological thriller story about love of friendship, agent friend, loss of love ones, world of criminals and the violence we inherit when the world refuses to mourn with us. The story of two friends who lost each other in accident but story take turns and become more interesting when Aysal returns with the secrets only she knows, the betrayel of her friend who died with every true emotion that she wasn't able to show to Aysal. . They called it _Caelum_: the heavens, the eternal, the keeper of souls. But it didn’t keep Elodie. It rushed her. Twenty years of life reduced to a whisper in Aysal lap, under a sky that had existed for billions of years and wouldn’t spare her one more minute. Elodie's s lips moved. She want to say something Aysal bent over and press her ears close to listen carefully but she can't make words. A sound, shaped like Latin, maybe. Like something from church. Or a dream. Elodie try again and she whispered while grasping irregularly to her lost breath: _“Whi... pers... cal...”_ something. Aysal shook her head, frantic. _“Don’t. Don’t talk. Stay with me, ambulance here,I am here,Elodie . Stay, stay with me.”_ But Elodie breathing was slowing down. Aysal tried to talk to her but her surrounding was replaced by silence and nothing. From afar the sirens of ambulance are coming closer but Aysal knows that she lost her. She lost her only friend, she lost her only love one who truly understand her. And the Elodie's last words— whatever it was — got swallowed by Aysal's own screaming. By the sudden trauma, sudden silence or the awful quiet remain behind.
Sardar_Khanzadi · 2.3k Views

Reincarnated Omega's Revenge: Everyone Who Wronged Me Will Pay (BL)

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas are reduced to something fragile, obedient, and expendable, Salvar once tried to be the exception. He failed. Betrayed by the friends he trusted, discarded by the one he loved, and handed over to his enemies under false accusations, Salvar’s defiance ended not in glory but in chains, in silence, and finally, in death. In the cold of a cell, all alone and long forgotten by the world. But death was not the end. Given a second chance, Salvar abandons the foolish pride that once destroyed him. This time, he does not seek to prove that Omegas are strong. He proves something far more dangerous. That weakness, when understood, can be weaponized. With a smile that disarms and a vulnerability that invites trust, Salvar moves through the same world that once crushed him but now, he plays by his own rules. Every glance, every touch, every word becomes a calculated move in a quiet game of revenge. Because this time, he is not the one being used. He is the one pulling the strings. And when the past begins to resurface, along with those who once ruined him, Salvar is ready. Not to survive. But to make them fall. But life is not done with him yet. Because his enemy returns too, reborn into the same world, walking the same stage. And it being non other than Silas make it worse. The one person Salvar cannot read. The one presence that refuses to be played. And for the first time, the game does not move as he wills it. So Salvar steps closer, smiling and turns the game into something far more dangerous than revenge. Something that looks like love.
Thefireball · 15.9k Views