mafia

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.

Rowan Byrne has spent his entire life as the Byrne Syndicate’s shadow .quiet, lethal, and invisible by design. Known within the family as the Ghostman, he does the work no one else can stomach and asks for nothing in return. Nothing , ....except the one thing he can never have. Elena Venturi. She’s the younger sister of the Venturi Don in Florence, intelligent, guarded, and raised to understand power long before love. Rowan saw her once, years ago, and never truly let her go. From a distance, from silence, from obsession. When a strategic alliance between the New York Whelan Syndicate and the Venturi family demands a marriage to seal it, Rowan assumes it will be anyone but him. Instead, Elena is promised to his younger brother—clean, charming, acceptable. The kind of man Rowan was never meant to be. Bound by loyalty and suffocating restraint, Rowan watches as the only thing that ever mattered to him is handed to someone else for the sake of power. Elena, unaware of the storm circling her life, steps into a world where every smile hides a blade—and every decision has consequences. As alliances tighten and secrets rot beneath the surface, obsession collides with duty. Love becomes dangerous. Loyalty becomes deadly. And the man who was never meant to want anything may finally decide that some things are worth burning an empire for.

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.

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.

Katherine Blaire has worked six grueling years to rise to the top of the banking world of Manhattan. Confident, voluptuous, and ambitious, she's nearly within reach of the promotion that will help to finance the college education of her autistic brother. She needs but one account- the account of Anthony Marvin, arguably the most influential and dangerous man in New York. Anthony "Tony" Marvin doesn't just own hotels and nightclubs. He controls both legitimate and underground empires as the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the city. Tony is ruthless, heartbreakingly handsome, and untouchable until Katherine enters his club with the business plan and with an unwavering refusal to back away from him. When Tony offers Katherine something she cannot refuse —a night with him in exchange for the contract —she storms out, humiliated and outraged. But Tony is interested in the woman who had the strength to say no to him, and Katherine finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of power struggle, desire, and growing love. As their relationship grows stronger, Tony's father, the ruthless mafia kingpin Thomas Marvin, will do whatever it takes to eliminate what he sees as his son's greatest weakness. Surrounded by enemies and with Katherine's entire family in danger, she and Tony must decide if their love is worth risking everything — including their lives. In a world in which love is the ultimate vulnerability, can a banker and a mafia prince redefine the rules of power?

Synopsis: The Man I Never Knew I Love In the sun-kissed vineyards of Andalusia, Isabella Ruiz has always believed love is a choice—one she would never surrender to anyone. At twenty-four, she is fierce, artistic, and fiercely independent, dreaming of a life beyond the suffocating expectations of her aristocratic family. But when her father’s crumbling empire forces a desperate alliance, Isabella is handed the ultimate betrayal: an arranged marriage to Alejandro Vargas, the feared Mafia boss of the Vargas syndicate. Known across Spain as the Devil of Catalonia, Alejandro is a man forged in shadows—ruthless, calculating, and lethally charismatic. At thirty-two, he rules an underground empire of smuggling, power, and blood, cloaked behind the legitimate facade of a billionaire shipping magnate. To the world, the marriage is a perfect merger: old Spanish nobility cleansing the Vargas name, while his wealth rescues the Ruiz vineyards from ruin. To Isabella, it is a prison sentence. She despises him on sight—his cold obsidian eyes, the faint scar along his jaw, the way danger clings to him like expensive cologne. He sees her as nothing more than a beautiful transaction, a key to legitimacy, a woman who will learn her place. Their wedding is lavish, public, and loveless. Their wedding night is a battlefield of fury, defiance, and an unwanted spark neither can name. But forced proximity is a cruel teacher. As Isabella is pulled deeper into Alejandro’s world—of midnight deals, whispered threats, jealous ex-lovers, and enemies who would kill to see him fall—she discovers the man beneath the monster. A man who protects what is his with terrifying ferocity. A man who watches her paint at dawn with something dangerously close to tenderness. A man whose touch ignites her even as she vows to hate him forever. She tries to fight it. She plots escape, schemes revenge, flirts with danger just to wound him. Yet every time she draws blood—literal or emotional—she finds herself bleeding too. Because the line between hatred and obsession blurs. Because his possessiveness awakens something dark and hungry inside her. Because when bullets fly and blood stains marble floors, it is his arms that shield her, his voice that roars her name like a prayer. Alejandro never expected to want her soul. Isabella never expected to crave the devil who owns her. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and unrelenting passion, two people bound by chains of duty begin to forge something unbreakable: a love so violent, so consuming, so wrong in every way… that it might just be the only thing right. The Man I Never Knew I Love A dark mafia romance of forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers obsession, slow-burn surrender, possessive devotion, and the dangerous truth that sometimes the monster you fear most… is the only one who can save you.

A small fanfiction on the series KinnPorsche...

BLACK TRACE In modern Italy, power does not rely on open violence. It moves through institutions, intermediaries, and systems designed to protect themselves from accountability. Ethan Cole survives by understanding that structure. He does not seek justice or redemption. He studies how influence flows, where pressure fractures, and what it costs to remain unseen. With no superhuman strength or moral certainty, he relies on restraint, calculated aggression, and violence that is fast, deliberate, and permanent. As criminal networks adapt and institutional forces recalibrate, Ethan is pushed into increasingly visible spaces where anonymity disappears and consequences compound. Survival is no longer about hiding—it is about choosing when, and how, to be seen. BLACK TRACE is a dark, realistic crime thriller about systems that erase responsibility, violence that leaves lasting scars, and a man who becomes dangerous not because he wants control, but because he refuses to disappear. In a world built to correct anomalies, Ethan becomes something the system cannot resolve. A trace it must carry.

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.

"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". "Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness'' His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. "You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine." A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt. He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting. “Why are you helping me?” he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling. Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds. She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted. The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But " Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her" "My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me." The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire. Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul? What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile? And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates? The past is bleeding into the present. And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession. Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

When Seung-ho was young he was accidentally kidnapped and disappeared from the Jiang Family from China. because of that Seung-ho was adopted and was raised by the Kimball Family in America. Within the Kimball Family he had four older brothers who were all ruthless and truly terrifing but pampered Seung-ho. His adoptive parents spoiled him so he ran away from home. After years of being lost, Seung-ho, the tenth young master of the powerful Jiang family, was finally found. But there was already an adopted son who had taken his place. Everyone expected a dramatic battle between the real and fake heirs—but his brothers and sisters didn’t favor the imposter, and none of them were easy to handle. At first, Seung-ho seemed gentle and obedient—instantly becoming the family’s beloved sister. His brothers and sisters, treated him like a fragile white flower, pure and untouchable. But they didn’t know—this flower had long taken root in darkness. Breaking news! A mysterious Jiang heir has returned! On the way home— Jiang family's third son sneered, "I don't care about a American bumpkin like you." Seung-ho, feeling wronged: "That's too mean… waaah!" The next second, BANG! A car crash. On her first day back in the wealthy family, the fake heir blocks him at the door, ready to give You Xiaoxia a humiliating welcome. However… 【Oh my, so his the fake heir, and his actually quite handsome, but… oh my, and his also…】 Fake Heir: “But what’s ‘but’? Say it clearly!” At the breakfast table, Seung-ho yawns and glances at the handsome man approaching: [So this is my intimidating CEO brother. He looks smart, but he’s actually a hopeless romantic—tricked, deceived, even lost the family fortune… tsk tsk. Looks like I need to save some pocket money before the bankruptcy!] His brother trips on his own foot, spilling black coffee everywhere, staring at Seung-ho in disbelief: “Hopeless romantic? Me? Lost the family fortune?” And then there’s the foolish younger brother his twin brother, always ready to defend the fake heir: [Sure enough, a pure but clueless male student… doesn’t even know his best friend is in love with him. should I call his best friend brother in law…?] The Second Day At the dinner table, the his cousins from the other family looked at him with disgust. "He has no manners at all, not even a bit like Tang Tang." Seung-ho stared at the king crab, tears welling up: "Uuu~ Not letting me eat properly, that's too much!" The next second, CRASH! The chandelier exploded, showering everyone with glass shards. The family, collectively panicking: "He's a walking disaster! Call the master—now!" The master, struck by lightning mid-ritual, smoking from head to toe: "Confirmed—this one can't be provoked!" Though he was gentle and well-behaved, he seemed ordinary at first, but soon everyone discovered his secret ability: they could all hear his inner voice. Through Seung-ho unintentional thoughts, everyone around him began to change their tragic futures. He became the beloved darling of the Jiang family—cherished by her parents and nine siblings and adored by the elites of South Asia. Then the truth began to surface about his adoptive family. His “cold and distant” eldest brother? A legendary film emperor. His second brother? A medical genius known across the field. His third brother? A world-famous racing champion. Fourth sister a famous entertainment ceo, fifth sister, renowned surgeon, sixth sister, a famous singer and actress. And rumor had it—there were even more siblings with terrifying backgrounds. Seung-ho accidentally saved the Beijing mafia prince from the Chi Family. Rumor had it he was a playboy, liked both men and woman,ruthless, cruel, cold blooded, had his own multiple identities, a psychopath with different personalities.This same young master Chi Chengzhou in front of him he was gentle and always teased her whether in school or not he never let go of his hand. Damn it can he run away? All he wants is sleep and food.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

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

They promised a cure. They delivered a plague. In Metro City, the rain doesn’t wash away the blood—it just spreads it. The Nexo Incident was supposed to be a pharmaceutical breakthrough. Instead, the VX-1.089 virus turned 99.7% of its test subjects into biological nightmares. Now, the survivors aren't human anymore, and the corporations are trying to bury the truth under a mountain of corpses. Agent Adrian Cole is a decorated NPU officer who thought he had seen it all. That was before he was assigned to protect Yuki Tanaka—a witness who knows too much. Now, Adrian has a target on his back, a city crumbling into madness, and a partner, Aveline, who is too perfect to be true. He thinks his job is to hunt the monsters on the street. He’s wrong. The worst predators aren’t the ones screaming in the dark. They are the ones signing his paycheck.