mafia

No feelings involved—until he became obsessed. ||Mature content|| Desperate to save her mother and escape her father’s debt, Alina signs a sudden contract marriage with Damian Thorn—the powerful heir of the Thorn family. But the man she expected to fear becomes her unexpected protector, spoiling her and tearing down her defenses piece by piece. Alina wanted safety. Instead, she stepped into a world where love is dangerous… And her husband might be the biggest danger of all. Cover by Tieu Man Thau pinterest

Journee, an NYPD officer and Archer, an FBI agent are after a common mafia boss, but they don’t know it. They cross each other’s path at every corner and involuntarily destroy each other chances to make a case against him. Each unknowingly keeps sabotaging the other. If they get a chance, they will kill each other. Finally, they decide to work together to put him behind bars and… fall in love.

He is the sworn enemy of her father, born into a rivalry passed down through generations. She is a teenager caught in a war she never chose. When fate brings them together in the dark, neither knows the other’s name—or the blood that divides them. What begins as guarded conversations and stolen moments slowly turns into a dangerous attachment. But secrets never stay buried. With an age gap that complicates every feeling and a truth that could destroy them both, their love grows where it should never exist—between hatred, loyalty, and a legacy written in blood. He belongs to the mafia world—cold, ruthless, and sworn to destroy the bloodline of his enemy. She is a high-school girl who should have never crossed his path. When their eyes meet in the dark they come to know that both of them are similar in many ways...

it's story about revenge of a son against dictators son. what happened when he is killed someone he shouldn't touch. will he able bear the wrath of mad demons.

Yara Ghaznavi was never meant to stand out. But in a world built on power, bloodlines, and unspoken debts, she keeps drawing the attention of the one man she should never provoke. Bhang Jae-Sang does not forgive. He does not forget. And he does not let people get close without a reason. Their first meeting is a clash—sharp words, stolen boundaries, and a tension that feels less like attraction and more like a warning. What follows is a dangerous game of proximity, where every glance is a challenge and every smile hides a threat. As alliances shift and secrets rot beneath polished surfaces, trust becomes a weapon—and affection, a liability. Some bonds are forged in fire. Others are built to destroy everything in their path. Can love survive when clans are cursed to destroy each other?

Emrah returned home knowing his body would not last. His illness is progressing. Paralysis is inevitable. And before that day comes, he wants only one thing—peace, so his family can live without fear once he is gone. But peace is impossible in a city on the brink of a mafia war. When Emrah awakens a system and the ability to manipulate time after a forbidden encounter, he realizes fate has given him a cruel opportunity. With every vision of the future, every altered moment, his body weakens—but the path becomes clearer. To secure his family’s future, Emrah must unite enemies, destroy threats, and act as a silent hand shaping events from the shadows. Gods watch. Power spreads unnoticed. And the world begins to change in ways no one understands. He does not fear death. He fears failing before the end.

I'm Julie Michael, I'm 18 I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities do not like their masters, Julie... it is enough that I liked you and bought you."

[MATURE BL OMEGAVERSE] Griffin Mafia, the strongest group among the other mafias in Dormania. A country famous for having 60% of its population belonging to the mafia. Their leader is known to be quite mysterious and intelligent, Alastair Vale. Not many people have ever seen the dominant Alpha. But they are certain that he is a terrified cold hearted man who will get whatever he wants. At the same time, Alastair finds himself drawn to an Omega he often sees standing near a bus stop not far from a university, Noel Ashford. The only Omega who doesn't seem afraid of him at all and instead appears bold enough to answer his every word. "You think I'm weak just because I'm an Omega? Let me tell you something, Mr. Vale..." "Feisty Omega." 'Fuck, he turns me on.' A smirk appeared on the Alpha's face every time the Omega defied his words. Although love eventually blossomed between the Alpha and the Omega, reality would never allow them to live peacefully behind the gunfire. "I won't let you see Vale again! You will never be allowed to leave this mansion for any reason, let alone to see him. Not now and not ever!" "He's not as bad as you think! He's just—" Regis, Noel's older brother, glared at him with a sharp gaze and a face flushed with anger. "ALASTAIR IS A MURDERER!"

Cursed at ten, Izana Grimshaw grew up feared by others and by himself. The night the curse awakened, destroyed his family and left him believing he was a monster, a belief he carries as a permanent mark of his grief. Now a ruthless mafia boss, he hides his light-sensitive green eyes behind a white blindfold while the curse slowly destroys his health. He distrusts physical contact, recoiling from any touch as if it could harm both him and others. At twenty-six, Izana is forced into an arranged marriage with Leah Gryphon, a woman with a past as dark as his own. She tries to help him survive the curse, but he pushes her away, convinced he deserves nothing but isolation. But as hatred turns to understanding, and understanding to something far more dangerous, Izana must face the truth. Love may be the one thing strong enough to challenge the monster he believes himself to be.

The air in the brothel was thick with smoke and cheap perfume. Laughter and moans echoed from the rooms upstairs, but in the backroom, the mood was cold and tense. Rosa paced the cracked tile floor, arms folded tightly. Her face was tired, makeup smudged from the long night. "You said five thousand," she snapped at the man sitting across from her. "She's worth more than that." The man wore all black. A small scar ran across his cheek. He leaned back in the chair, unfazed. "You're lucky Luciano's even interested. He doesn't take girls off the street. He wants silence, loyalty. No attitude." "She's quiet," Rosa insisted. "Obedient. She won't be a problem." In the hallway, just beyond the door, Isla stood frozen. She held a tray with half-filled glasses and a dirty ashtray. Her name. She had heard her name. She stepped closer to the door. "She's still untouched, right?" the man asked. Rosa's voice was cold. "Of course. She's clean." Isla's stomach turned. Her heart pounded against her chest. She stepped back, bumping into the wall, knocking over a broom. The sound echoed through the hallway. The door creaked open. Rosa's eyes narrowed when she saw her. "Isla," her mother said sharply. "What are you doing here?" Isla stepped into the room slowly, confused, afraid. "Mama… what are you talking about? Why are they asking about me?" Rosa glanced at the man, then looked away. "It's nothing. Go back to your chores." "No." Isla shook her head. Her voice trembled. "You said I didn't have to work upstairs. You promised—" The man stood. He looked Isla up and down, like he was sizing up meat in a butcher's shop. "She'll do," he muttered. "Mama," Isla whispered, her voice cracking. "Please... what's going on?" Rosa looked at her daughter, but there was no softness in her eyes. Only exhaustion. "You'll be better off with him, girl," she said flatly. "He can feed you. I can't." Isla's lips parted, but no words came out. She felt like the floor had dropped beneath her. The man turned away, walking to the side door. "He's waiting." The door opened wider, and Luciano stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in a black suit with no tie. His coat hung open, his hands in his pockets. His face was clean-shaven, sharp, dangerous. Eyes like polished stone locked onto Isla. Silence fell in the room. Luciano stepped closer. He said nothing at first. Just looked at her. "Name?" he asked finally. Isla swallowed. "Isla." He tilted his head slightly. "Age?" "Seventeen," Rosa said quickly. Luciano raised an eyebrow. "Looks older." "She's mature for her age," Rosa added. Luciano took a slow step toward Isla. She backed away instinctively, but he stopped in front of her. He reached out, gently tilted her chin up with one finger. "No scars. No attitude." His voice was smooth, but cold. "You'll learn." He turned to Rosa. "We're done here." A thick envelope hit the table with a dull thud. Rosa picked it up without hesitation. Isla's eyes widened. "You sold me...?" Rosa didn't answer. She turned her back, pocketing the money. Luciano gave Isla one last look before nodding to his man. "Take her." As rough hands grabbed her arm, Isla struggled. "Mama, don't let them take me! Mama!" But Rosa didn't turn around. She just lit a cigarette with shaking hands. And let the door close behind her. *********************************** The car door slammed shut behind Isla before she could even look back. She sat pressed against the door, eyes wide, her hands shaking in her lap. The leather seats were soft, too soft. The air inside smelled like cologne and expensive silence. The man from earlier—Luciano's right hand—sat beside her. He didn't speak right away. He just looked ahead, sunglasses still on though the sun was fading outside. "I'm not a thing," Isla said finally, voice low. "You can't just take people." He turned to her slowly. "You are now." Her mouth parted, but no sound came out. "My name's Enzo," he added, flatly. "Luciano's second. You listen to me, you stay alive. You

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.

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..."

The White Tiger Gang was the biggest and most feared group in the country, clawing its way from the bottom to the top all because of a single individual, Maximus Darn. Reaching the Peak, he found nothing he couldn’t have. One day, though, he lost it all. Betrayed from the inside, remembering the last few words: “Money rules all.” In death, Maximus finds he has been given a second chance, but not in his own body, but in the body of a young man named Max Stern. “Wait, the Stern Family!!” Now, he was the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, the Stern Family. With his newfound wealth, he was given a whole new life, but living in the Stern family wasn’t the easy life one would expect. “Spoiled brats, Wealthy snobs trying to one-up me. You have no idea where I’ve come from. I’ll show you all, what happens when you mess with White Tiger.” Follow Maxmius as he builds a New empire using his wealth, and faces the very Gang, he created.

Yang Fei, who dominated the Underworld overseas, followed his master's arrangements and returned to China for a blind date marriage. He expected to be despised, but instead, he was spoiled by his wife to the heavens. Just married, the two young people, who had never been in a relationship before, strived to coexist harmoniously, being honest with each other and trying to understand and accept one another. Several months into the marriage. Yang Fei: "I suspect my wife has another identity." Qin Yanyang: "Do a thorough investigation for me. My husband is definitely not that simple."

The strongest special forces unit 'Reversed Dragon' has a legendary tale. Reversed Dragon possesses a powerful super-weapon known as 'Dragon Blade'! Once 'Dragon Blade' is activated, it can resolve any crisis. I am the weapon! I... am that weapon!

Fifteen years ago, Arif left his country in anger— forced into a marriage with a nine-year-old girl he never wanted. Fifteen years later, fate brings them face to face again… in a foreign land. Now Arif is a cold, feared university professor. And Maya—his forgotten wife—is standing in his classroom as a student. Neither expected this reunion. Neither is ready for the past to return. He orders. She resists. Secrets begin to unravel. Was their marriage only a mistake of tradition? Or a bond destiny never allowed to break? When love, pride, and buried truths collide— can two people tied by fate ever walk away again?

When Etienne Blessad crawls from the wreckage of a plane crash that should have killed him, he returns to Astoria, Oregon as something more than human and far more dangerous. He has returned with strange new abilities and a violent temperament. With these powers, he only has one goal: take revenge against the extended family who murdered his parents and built their empire on blood money. But in a world where caped crusaders and masked villains clash in the streets, his personal vendetta threatens to spiral into something far bigger and more dangerous than simple revenge. Tags: Superpowers, Superheroes, Action, Urban, Ninjas, Martial Arts Schedule: 1 chapter/day at 7 AM EST.

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

Five years ago, I stole his heart. Then, I stole his data and vanished. I am "Ghost," the world's most wanted hacker. He is Luca Vittorio, the undisputed King of the New York underworld. Our one-night stand was a mistake; my betrayal was a necessity. Now, I’m back—not for him, but to protect the secret I’ve kept since that night. Our five-year-old daughter, Ella. When a digital ghost targets Ella, I have no choice but to walk back into Luca’s lion’s den. He thinks I’m just his daughter’s nanny. He thinks I’m a stranger. But Luca is a predator who never forgets a scent. As the digital war escalates and bullets fly, the secret in my blood is about to collide with the darkness in his. He wants the world to kneel. I just want our daughter to live. But when the truth breaks, will he protect us—or destroy me?