mafia

The Mission was simple, detective Lucille Anderson has spent three years trying to take down Lorenzo "The Saint" Morreti, the enigmatic head of the city’s most ruthless crime syndicate. When a rare opening for a domestic position at his private estate appears, Lucille goes deep undercover. Swapping her Glock for a feather duster and her badge for a maid’s uniform, she has one goal: find the ledger that links Moretti to the waterfront murders. Lorenzo Moretti will never be a high profile criminal if he is not smart enough. He is brilliant, very precise and calculating, but this new maid became his sudden weakness. As the lines between her persona and her reality blur, she discovers that the evidence she needs is hidden in one place she can’t touch without shattering them both. With her precinct demanding results, she must decide: is she the woman who brings him to justice, or the one who helps him escape it?

In a world ruled by blood and loyalty, love may be the deadliest crime of all. Annika Rosewater became a lawyer at a young age to escape the violent shadow that haunted her childhood. Raised by a single mother who did everything to protect her, Annika believed the law would keep her safe, clean lines, clear rules, justice without blood. But the past has a way of circling back. Leo Samison is her mother’s oldest friend… and the most feared man in the city’s Mafia underworld. To Annika, he was always Uncle Leo—the quiet protector who appeared during dangerous moments and disappeared just as fast. She never knew the truth about him growing up. Only that he watched her too closely, cared too deeply, and never crossed a line. Until now.

Ever wondered how twisted destinies can be? Dive in the world where present conquers History and Gods dances on the last remaining earth. Descended from Heavens , stories of every character with their own unique taste of life, see who is above time and fate, and find out how modern world complexions rewires reality. Genre:Fantasy , Sci-fi , thriller etc. Contains too long stories in it. Overall fantasy theme. MC:always changes with accordance to story telling. World building: High level(complex), contains 4 major time-lapse after our earth got destroyed, in starting it's 2nd major time-lapse. 1st:overall based on brain games 2nd:overall it's fantasy and sci fi 3rd:overall logical enough fantasy with sci fi 4th:a plaything of True Ascends. There are time loops and holes hidden in stories to make it even more interesting , find them out by reading it! (there are other books to support story understanding on same platform.)

Just because she glanced at him once more in the crowd, she inexplicably "seduced" Capital's young Mr. Peary. So— "Uncle, I'm stuck at the police station." Soon, a large group of black-clad, gun-holding people stormed into the police station, nearly blowing it sky-high. "Uncle, someone says she is your wife and told me to take good care of her." In an instant, the woman disappeared, and a certain man physically demonstrated to her that he only has one wife. In public, he is the cold and ruthless CEO of MC. In private, he is a rogue husband who tries every means to coax her into bed. One day, a certain woman couldn't stand it any longer, clutching her waist and sobbing, "You're sleeping in the study tonight." The man hooked his lips, "You seduced me first, you proposed to me, you wanted to have a child..."

In a city ruled by blood, power, and silence, Aria DeLuca sits on a throne no one believed a woman could hold. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. She controls finance, routes, and secrets the invisible veins of the underworld. When her banker is burned alive and her empire is challenged, Aria responds the only way she knows how: without mercy. But the fire wasn’t an accident. It was a message. From Luca Moretti the king of the other side of the city. A man who rules territory with guns and loyalty forged in blood. Calm, arrogant, and dangerously intelligent, Luca doesn’t want a share of the city. He wants all of it. When they finally meet on neutral ground, it isn’t war that erupts first it’s something far more dangerous. Attraction laced with hatred. Respect sharpened by rivalry. Two rulers who refuse to bow, yet can’t look away. They are enemies by legacy. Rivals by power. And a mistake waiting to happen. As betrayals surface, alliances crumble, and the city edges toward chaos, Aria and Luca must decide Will they destroy each other to claim the throne? Or burn the entire underworld down together? Because in a world where love is weakness and power demands sacrifice, choosing each other might be the deadliest move of all.

#Mafia. #Mystery. Slow-burn romance with sharp edges. Askai grew up running—through West End streets of Nolan that swallowed boys whole and spat out ghosts. The only rule he learned was simple: trust no one, love nothing, and never look East. Vance Regale is everything Askai was taught to hate. East End royalty. Corporate tyrant. A man whose name opens doors—and buries people behind them. He doesn’t save boys like Askai. He owns them. When their paths collide, it’s supposed to be temporary, fleeting dance of words. Instead, it becomes a slow-burning war of control, desire, and power—where protection feels like possession, and affection cuts deeper than violence. Every step closer to Vance drags Askai further into webs of lies and deceit. Askai had always known monsters ruled both sides of the glass wall that stood between the East and the West. He just never thought he’d start falling for one. A dark enemies-to-lovers web novel filled with mafia politics, morally gray men, found family, and a brutal climb from the gutter to the throne—where survival may cost everything, including the heart.

Fabio Casso was the heir to the Casso mafia throne, a man defined by a cold and merciless reputation. Yet, beneath that mask, he held a place in his heart for a girl he knew as Leah. Fabio never suspected that Leah was the biological daughter of Jackson Sterling, the FBI secret agent who sat at the very top of his execution list. The tragedy reached its breaking point on one blood-stained night. As Fabio completed his mission to eliminate Jackson, he found himself frozen, staring into a pair of traumatized eyes. Leah stood in the doorway, a witness to the atrocity. Their worlds collapsed in an instant. Leah realized that her lover, "Arnold," was the monster who had taken her father's life. Meanwhile, Fabio was forced to confront the reality that he had just destroyed the life of the woman he loved most. Can a love grown from a foundation of lies survive, or will it be reduced to ash by the unquenchable fires of revenge?

When a young woman is taken as collateral for her father’s debt to Los Angeles’ most notorious crime family, she is forced into a marriage designed to control her. Instead, she forges an unexpected bond

A small fanfiction on the series KinnPorsche...

​Gotham City: Where the sun brings no promise of order, only a corrosive haze. ​The law is a joke, and justice is a luxury nobody can afford. The city is a precise machine, fueled by greed and the secrets hidden in every alley. ​Jay, an "outsider" with a clear mind and a hungry ambition, steps onto the stage. He thinks his system, his tasks, and his willpower are enough to conquer this place. ​He is wrong. ​From Falcone's empire and a corrupt GCPD, to the escalating chaos caused by the Riddler and the Mad Hatter, Jay quickly learns that Gotham demands more than competence—it demands compromise. ​Everyone has a role, even the vigilante on the rooftops, Batman. ​Welcome to Gotham. You either adapt, or you are devoured. ​The game begins now.

a boy sobbed, his small hands clinging desperately. “Jiwonie… please, don’t leave me, I don't want to be here again” the young man whispered through tears. “Serzh… I’ll come back trust me. Just… wait for me” The boy screamed, his voice breaking as the orphanage worker pulled him back. “NO! You said you’d protect me! You said you’d stay forever by my side!” “I’m sorry… Serzh.” ________________________ Seven years later... In the icy streets of Saint Petersburg, shadows move silently under the rule of the mafia. that helpless child has grown into the cold and merciless heir of the Russian Nochnaya sova mafia, Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov, a nineteen year old heir feared as “Smert” Death itself lives without warmth or mercy. But when he crosses paths again with Jiwon Schmidt, the man who once raised him and then abandoned him seven years ago, buried wounds tear open. What begins as Sergei’s cold revenge soon twists into something far more dangerous: a psychological war between predator and prey, past and present, desire and betrayal. In the mansion where snow never melts, two men are bound by history, obsession, and a love that feels more like a curse. _____________________________________ Beneath the Cold is a dark BL thriller that explores the thin line between vengeance and longing, where every touch could heal or destroy. _______________ Main characters light description: Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov (smert/serzh): At only 19yo, he stands as a tall, commanding figure whose broad silhouette and unshakable presence mark him as someone not to be underestimated. Despite his angelic and strikingly beautiful face, his piercing blue eyes reveal a deadly coldness that few dare to meet. Standing at 6’4”(1.93cm), with pale skin and raven black hair, he is the second leader of the feared Nochnaya Sova mafia. Strong,merciless,untouchable, he carries both elegance and danger in equal measure. Jiwon Schmidt (jiwonie): A man of both German and Korean blood, a well known disciplined lawyer ,whose youthful looks make him appear younger than his 34 years. With a healthy, well-formed body and the kind of handsomeness that draws lingering gazes, he carries himself with quiet strength. His dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin give him a grounded warmth,At 5’11.5 (1.82cm)tall contrasting against the icy world around him, he is neither ordinary nor forgettable.

I never imagined my life would take such an unexpected turn. I always saw myself as an ordinary, discreet, and predictable person. A college student majoring in economics, heir to a large company, trapped in a monotonous routine and the feeling that my future was already mapped out, with nothing that truly made me special. Everything begins when I start helping a few women at college and end up becoming emotionally and sexually involved with them. What starts as simple support quickly turns into intense relationships, filled with desire, excess, and risky choices, pulling me into a world I never imagined I would be part of. While I continue to see myself as just an ordinary guy trying to deal with situations that have spiraled out of control, the people around me seem to see something very different in me.

[Warning R18+ Mature Content] In her previous life, Aria was the devoted fiancée of Lucas, the golden boy of the entertainment industry. She gave him her resources, her fame, and her heart, only to be betrayed. He cheated on her with her "innocent" stepsister, Bella, stole her inheritance, and left her to die in a cold mental hospital. When Aria opens her eyes again, she is back in the hotel room on the night she was drugged and ruined. But this time, she doesn't run into the trap. Instead, she stumbles into the forbidden penthouse suite—and into the arms of Damien, the terrifying tycoon and Lucas's uncle who holds the entire city in his grasp. He is dangerous, ruthless, and plagued by a violent, agonizing nerve disorder that drives him to the brink of madness. No doctor can cure him... except Aria. Seeing a chance for the ultimate revenge, Aria suppresses her fear and presses her thumb against the lethal pressure point on his neck. "Mr. Damien, I can stop the pain. In exchange… marry me." From rejected fiancée to the untouchable "Little Aunt," Aria uses her new status and medical mastery to crush her enemies in the showbiz world, all while managing a contract marriage that is quickly becoming dangerously real. *** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

Back in 1960s Hollywood, Connor Hauser woke up to find himself a wounded vet lying in a hospital bed. To continue being a soldier was impossible… Afterwards, he witnessed the rise of the New Wave of Hollywood, when America's entertainment industry began to dominate around the world and the Blockbuster were barely invented. The vortex of desire for money and power, the close relationship between Hollywood, Wall Street and Washington... Most importantly the 1960s was full of beauties and money! Follow the director/media mogul path, he will invest in Media, Theme Parks and Videogames.

How good would it be to live in a game world you loved the most… right after your death? Well, that’s exactly what happened to César in the worst way possible. While fighting cancer on his deathbed, he played a game where he could live as a cartel member, part of the mafia, building his own empire and climbing to the top. But when the time came and he died… he woke up in that exact game. He woke up in Sandria, a world ruled by power, money, and death.

Lumira has no history — only a name and a life she built alone. When men in black suits appear at her door with a photograph of a woman who looks exactly like her, her world collapses in a single sentence: “You’ve been chosen.” Taken against her will and delivered into the ruthless mafia empire of Zarek Volkov, Lumira learns the truth — she wasn’t kidnapped. She was selected. Chosen to replace a dead woman. Chosen to wear another name. Chosen to live another life. Chosen to become a ghost’s shadow. Zarek doesn’t want love. He doesn’t want healing. He doesn’t want consent. He wants continuity. Cold. Dominant. Untouchable. A man who rules through fear and silence. A king who doesn’t negotiate — he commands. As Lumira is stripped of identity, freedom, and choice, a psychological war begins between possession and resistance, control and survival, obsession and defiance. Because she refuses to disappear. And he refuses to let her remain. In a world where power replaces morality and love is a weapon, The Girl in the Photograph is a dark, twisted mafia romance about identity theft, psychological dominance, forced transformation, and a dangerous bond that blurs the line between captivity and connection. Some love stories begin with a kiss. Hers begins with a replacement.

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

"I will Kill for my husband." Her Father's debt signed her fate. A deal that claimed her life. Her freedom was never hers to begin with. Anastasia Carter only ever dreamed of makeup brushes and Hollywood faces. Until her father makes her the currency for repayment. Overnight, her life is traded to Matteo Ramirez, a feared name in the underworld. A shadow cloaked in darkness. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. And now, her husband. She's torn from her shortlived freedom and thrown into a world of guns, bloodstained power and a loyalty that bleeds. She vows to escape, but Matteo is more than a man, he's a storm that pulls her deeper each time she tries to run. The line between hate and desires blurs with every touch, every threat. When secrets unravel and enemies close in, their twisted marriage becomes a battlefield of power, pain and forbidden desires. She was given to a Mafia. Now, will she become one?

Whoever said that the winds blow contrary to what the ships desire, the winds blow exactly as my ships desire.

Staring at the gun pointed at her head, Hannah felt as if she were watching all of her childhood memories. Cold sweat kept dripping down from the smooth skin of her back, making her quiver slightly. "Don't!" she yelled, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes due to being startled almost out of her wits. "S-spare me! Please spare my life!" she begged. Her beautiful eyes, which are struggling so hard as to not let a single tear of hers drop, are looking straight into Ivan's dark ones, looking as if she were pleading for her life. Looking back at her tearful eyes, a mischievous grin appeared on Ivan's lips. His handsome face has a devilish look to it, looking both extremely evil and elegant at the same time. "Why should I? Give me a good reason, and I might be willing to let you live," he asked without moving his gun away from her head. Hearing his words, Hannah's will to survive made her lie within a second. "I-I like you!" she stuttered. Hearing Hannah confess her feelings for him, the small smirk on Ivan's face slowly faded bit by bit. Ivan has indeed told her to think of a good reason for him not to kill her, but not once has he thought that the fair maiden in front of him would suddenly say those words. Withdrawing the gun that was pointed at the girl's head, Ivan placed it on the back part of his waist before he grabbed Hannah's soft cheek with his calloused hands. "You like me?" he asked, gaining a multitude of nods from the girl who was currently looking at the space behind him, avoiding his dark eyes. Unbeknownst to Hannah, a smirk much less mischievous compared to his earlier ones has once again appeared on Ivan's face, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ivan spoke. "Prove it" _______________________________________________________________________________________ One day, while she was on a blind date with the son of her brother's business partner, Hannah, the eldest young lady of the Salvador family got kidnapped without anyone knowing. She was brought to the mansion hidden deep within the dense forest on the top of a mountain, and there she met Ivan. The man who looks so simple yet dangerous at the same time releases deadly vibes in him. In her desperation to live, she uttered words that she didn't mean to say. She didn't think twice about saying such words in order to live, but who would have thought that Ivan, the man who smiles like a child while pointing a gun at her head, would take it seriously.