mafia

When the Crown Falls, the Kingdom Burns. "They built an empire on righteousness. Their enemies will burn it to the ground. But they forgot one thing — the youngest Miller doesn't play by anyone's rules."

After getting divorced from her husband, the man her family sold her off to, Roseanne found out that she was pregnant. The worst part? The child wasn’t his. The night she caught her husband cheating on her with her sister, on the very bed that was supposed to be theirs, her heart shattered into pieces and she ran out crying like an idiot. Roseanne ended up in a hotel bar she had never been to before. And that was where she met Czar Nikolai Romano. He was… devastatingly handsome, dangerously composed, and the kind of man women whispered about in daydreams and warnings alike. There were plenty of red flags screaming at her that he was someone she shouldn’t get involved with. But fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, she bravely took the drink he offered. Now, four years later, a tiny carbon copy of the man she spent one reckless night with ran around her house clutching toy cars in his little hands. Roseanne thought her life had ended the moment she found out she was pregnant, but it turns out, Kaden became the only joy she lives to protect. She must protect her son. From Czar, who was obsessed with making them his. From Galen, the ex-husband who apparently wanted her back. From Étienne, a new stranger who seemed to take an interest in her and Kaden. And from the dangers of a world she never knew existed. Or maybe, she was already part of it all along. — “Mister, don’t flirt with Mommy!” Czar froze. “I don’t want a baby brother!” Roseanne flushed bright red. “Kaden!” — [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+)]

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness. From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark; From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules; The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls! "Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!" "We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience." If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance. As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

Warning 18+ Alert. This is not normal novel, it is broke the morality of all the things, you have think before. So before reading, please be checked that you have not problem with this type of stories. It will be Stepmom+mc, Stepsis + mc. Mother-in-law+mc, bestfriend+mc, bestfriend's mom + mc, bestfriend's sister + mc. Just know, it has all the smut scenario, have ever you have thought. It has BL, It Has Lesbian, It has BDSM. So, very caution before reading it. It will really break your morality, right or wrong. This story has mafia, this story has ceo, this story has beasts, this is mixed up of all elements, but don't worry, not even a single story mixed up. This is based on true events mixed up of fiction. “What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. And now he is here, "Wait I am forgetting something." "Wait, I am Arahan." Arahan didn't know what happened, one a moment ago, he saw a glimpse of his past lives, and next moment he forgot everything. But unconsciously he was going to take everything, fucked everyone. In his life only hole matters, he didn't differentiate between boy and girl, who only saw, if his spear pierced that hole or not. He didn't differentiate between human or beastgirl, for him only hole matters.

"Once ruthless, always ruthless—or so it was thought. But not for Elijah Rey Penelton, who met Samara Cortez, one of his clan’s associates. What will Elijah do when his stone-cold heart is struck by Cupid’s arrow? Will love affect his daily routine as a mafia boss? What if their very first meeting leaves Samara irritated with him? Can Cupid make his plan work for the two of them? Elijah Rey Penelton—a ruthless mafia boss who will experience his first love, a force that will change everything in his life. Will he accept those changes?"

Seven mercenaries from across Asia are hired for a covert rescue mission in Zarakhanda, where Russia and America struggle for influence through political puppets and militia control. What was meant to be a simple contract quickly turns into disaster when the team becomes trapped inside the war-torn nation. As they witness Zarakhanda being torn apart by foreign powers, their mission expands far beyond the terms they agreed to. But war is only the beginning. An archaeologist has uncovered ancient writings inside a cave on the Mountain of Tavongo, deep within Zarakhanda Province. After translating the text, he discovered a prophecy from a forgotten empire—foretelling the return of the entity that once devoured one of one of greatest kingdoms of the ancient world. And humanity may not survive it.

To escape a poisonous snake, Milo Hartley must beg a lion to save him. “Milo, crawl here. Show him who you belong to!” _Nero Hartley “Well, stay still. Be a big boy, for once. Tell him who you will choose.” _Salvatore Portello, looking at Milo, who sat on his lap, his large hand gripping Milo’s hip possessively. *** Milo is cursed. Since he was seven years old, he has seen the exact day people will die. After his family died in an accident he predicted, he was sold to the Hartley family as an omen of bad luck. For thirteen years, he lived as a toy for the sadistic Nero Hartley, enduring constant humiliation. Now, Nero is trading him to Salvatore Portello, a ruthless Mafia boss who just killed his own uncle to take the throne. To escape Nero’s obsession, Milo risks everything. He kneels before Salvatore and begs for protection. Milo doesn’t know which is more dangerous: the snake or the lion. But now, both have claimed him. One with a dark obsession, the other with a lethal protection. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ What to expect: -R18+ -Graphic violence and humiliation in the early chapters and recur throughout the story. -Sweet and dark romance between our leads. -Kink: BDSM play mostly consensual. -Smut, explicit adult content that is part to the plot.

The powerful Vale family is drowning in a massive debt owed to the criminal empire of Cassian Wolfe, head of the Wolfe Syndicate. To settle the debt, the family plans to marry their gentle omega son Eli Vale to Cassian. But the estranged older son Adrian Vale returns after six years away. Adrian is no longer the rebellious heir the family exiled. He has become something far more dangerous — a calculated, highly skilled assassin who survived the criminal underworld. Instead of sacrificing Eli, Adrian takes his place in the marriage, entering the Wolfe Syndicate as the “omega bride.” However, this marriage is not submission. It is a strategic infiltration.

Maristela was just another orphan in the convent — hungry, invisible, disposable. Until a vampire discovers and begins to hunt her. She kills her priest — her first murder. In the chaos, she steals seven gold coins — that everyone would kill to possess. Now every predator wants her head. Thrown into an underworld of ancient bloodlines and secret syndicates, Maristela becomes a pawn in a game she cannot comprehend — where powerful vampires use the young as fuel and discard them when the flame burns out.

Aboard the luxury spaceship, Omegas are forbidden. Rebellious Omega Lirien is caught by the ship’s ruthless Alpha captain, Vael Korren. One breath of Lirien’s sweet scent shatters Vael’s iron control. What begins as interrogation turns into forbidden zero gravity touches, risky public encounters, and burning heat that neither can resist. As Lirien’s suppressants fail and his body begs to be claimed, the defiant Omega slowly learns to submit… and to plead for the Alpha’s knot. “I know,” Lirien said, voice shaking. “We just met… and part of me is scared. But the heat… it’s so strong. All I can think about is how empty I feel. I just want… I need something inside me. Please.” Will Vael ruin him? Or will their dangerous secret set the stars on fire? 18+ Omegaverse • Explicit knotting • Heat/rut • Possessive Alpha • Begging Omega • Zero-gravity spice • Public risk.

In a debt-crushed rural corner of China, jade miner Touming drowns under crushing loans: 12.8 million won in personal debt and a staggering 165.8 million won family curse stretching back six generations. Hounded by four ruthless loan sharks and six mafia-connected gangs demanding monthly blood money, he scrapes by smuggling tiny jade fragments from brutal 12-hour mine shifts. One desperate night, after selling everything he owns to meet a payment and still arriving two minutes late, enforcers beat him to the edge of death. As life fades on a filthy alley street, an ancient jade-bound system awakens inside him—granting supernatural sight through solid rock and uncanny 999+ luck in uncovering priceless jade veins.

Everyone in that building feared Andrew Simon. I was the only one who never showed it. That was before the diagnosis. Before the million dollar check. Before ninety nights that rearranged everything I thought I knew about power and who actually holds it. Turns out darkness is the great equalizer. And Andrew Simon has never been more dangerous than when he has something to lose.

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.

I carefully carried the hot coffee in my hands as I walked into his office. Empty. I let out a small breath. "Pheew…" Looks like the CEO isn't here yet. I placed the coffee down and glanced around once before slowly sinking into the chair behind his desk. The chair was… different. Thick leather. Soft, but firm. Expensive. The kind of comfort that didn't ask — it took. For a second… I let myself relax. My thoughts drifted. My mother. It's been a month. No calls. No visits. But she's fine… Kelvin said so. "She's in a coma." My chest tightened. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. Just one..... A hand gripped my jaw. Firm. Cold. My breath caught as my head was tilted upward, And then I saw him. My heart stopped. He was.. No… that wasn't normal. No man should look like that. Sharp features carved like they were designed, not born. A straight nose, defined jaw, lips that held no softness , only control. And his eyes… Cold. Not empty. Just… calculating. His silver hair caught the light, smooth and clean, like polished steel under moonlight. Not old , no ..it only made him look more dangerous. Too perfect. Too wrong. Too handsome. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice… Low. Smooth. Something that didn't ask twice. A shiver ran down my spine. I blinked, still half lost between sleep and reality. "Look, handsome… it's my dream. You don't really get to question me, okay?" A pause. Then A smile. Cold. Slow. Dangerous. "Your dream huh…?" he repeated. I nodded slightly, still dazed. "Okay." The word came out too easily. Too calmly. His gaze lingered on me like he was studying something. "Seems Erica finally found me exactly what I wanted…" he muttered. My brows pulled slightly. "…a brave, innocent little cat." My heart skipped. "But she didn't have to drug you." Erica…? Cat…? Drug…? This dream is getting confusing... Before I could think. He moved. Fast. Too fast. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me forward... And his lips crashed into mine. My eyes widened. Warm. Firm. Possessive. "Mmm…" The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Why does this feel so real…? Is this how dreams feel? My body reacted before my mind could catch up.pleasure burned through my whole body....dreams does feel Good. My hands moved on thier own, sliding onto his shirt theninto his hair. Soft. Smooth. Too real. I pulled slightly. "This is too—" Pain shot through my lip. "Ouch!" He bit me. I froze. Pain. Real pain. My eyes snapped open fully. This isn't a dream. Oh no. Oh no. I'm in the CEO's office. I pushed against his chest, stumbling back as I shot up from the chair. My face burned. I couldn't even look at him. My head dropped immediately. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. With shaky hands, I pointed to the table. "Y-your coffee… sir." Silence. Heavy. Thick. I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Measuring. I need to get out. Now. I turned quickly, reaching for the door. "Stop." Does it look like you get to walk in and out here by chioce??? I froze. Slowly… I turned back. "Who are you?" he asked again. This time, colder. Clearer. "My name is Eve, sir… your new personal assistant, sir." A scoff. Sharp. "Assistant?" His footsteps were slow as he moved closer. "Dozing off… in my chair… on your first day?" My throat tightened. "Seems like you'll be dozing off in a lot of places these days…" A pause. Then, lower till he got to my height level "…little cat." My fingers tightened around the door handle. "I..I have to go, sir." Coward. "Call me if you need anything else." I didn't wait. I opened the door and ran like he would chase after me. messing up on the first day of my mission!!! how ironic.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Smuts, Possessive. Silas Vane is thirty years old, a lethal "Ghost" for the Vane Mafia family, and a rare, strong Omega who refuses to be tamed. His mission was simple: break into the Royal Palace, steal the King’s secrets, and disappear. But Silas didn't count on Prince Alaric. At twenty-five, the Crown Prince is a predator—a dominant Alpha with a hunger for power and a sharp eye for rebellion. When he catches Silas in the act, a high-stakes chase ends in a devastating fall. Silas wakes up in the royal infirmary with a fractured skull and a blank mind. Or does he? Desperate to survive, Silas plays the only card he has: he pretends to have Amnesia. He plans to act the part of a victim until he can escape. But Alaric is a master of games, and he sees through the thief's mask. Instead of throwing Silas in a dungeon, the Prince whispers a golden lie: "You aren't a criminal, Silas. You are my fiancé. We were supposed to be married tomorrow." Now, trapped in a web of fake romance and possessive touches, the 30-year-old killer must play the "loving mate" to a 25-year-old King who knows exactly who he is. In a palace built on secrets, who is the real prisoner? And what happens when the "Mate" starts to forget that his love... was supposed to be a lie?

"Why did you save me?" Mei Ling Lù asked trembling as her eyes met his cold, calculating gaze. Her ordinary life had never prepared her for the night she stumbled upon a dangerous deal, a deal which drew her into the world of the city’s most powerful mafia family. Lian Chen Fàn, the silent heir, is a man of secrets, power, and ruthless control yet he chooses to protect her. Thrown together in a world of danger, loyalty, and forbidden attraction, Mei Ling must navigate the fine line between fear and trust, knowing that one wrong move could cost her everything. Can she survive his empire and his relentless, silent desire? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, companies, or events is entirely coincidental.

[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.

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.

Marcello Verrochi never asked to be part of the family business, but blood ties are chains that cut deeper than steel. Under threat from his own family, he is sent on a dangerous mission: infiltrate a secluded mansion in the hills and steal a mysterious list of items. To Marcello, it seemed like just another job. Get in and get out, simple. But the mansion was no ordinary home. It belonged to a man whispered about in the underworld, a figure so feared he was called the devil reincarnate. By the time Marcello realized who he had stolen from, it was already too late. Now, trapped in the devil’s grip, Marcello must fight to protect the only family he has left, even as he is dragged deeper into a world of power, betrayal, and blood.

Twenty-one-year-old Ryder Callahan is a misunderstood high school dropout with a reputation for being a delinquent. Getting suspended countless times from high school and, in the end, just dropping out. The only things that seem to interest him are smoking and knitting, a hobby he picked up from his late grandmother. Despite his rough outer shell, Ryder is loyal to his family and helpful around the house (when he isn't high), qualities that his mother loves and the only reason his parents haven't kicked him out yet. One day, Ryder finds himself in a situation where, while indulging in his usual routine of smoking and knitting in a secluded corner of a park near his house, he sees a brutal altercation between rival gangs that leaves him confused as fuck. Little does he know, his presence didn’t go unnoticed. Dominic Caruso, the notorious mafia boss known for his ruthless killings and feared reputation, catches wind of Ryder's witness to the crime. Initially angered by the potential threat to his whole way of life, Dom's curiosity is piqued when he learns more about the young man. Despite the empire he has built himself into, Dom is intrigued by Ryder’s indifference to the danger he's stumbled upon and his unconventional hobbies, and he can't get enough. He wants him. He needs him. And he's going to get him one way or another. This is I can't move on by yours, truly.