Contemporary Web Novels & Mafia Affair Stories

She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.

Celeste Ian has made plenty of mistakes in her twenty-four years. Rehab was supposed to be her fresh start. Instead, one favour for her older sister is about to ruin everything. She never expected to meet Jordan Rogers, the ridiculously young presidential candidate, face-to-face. And now, the man America wants in the White House wants her, and he is meant to be completely off-limits. But Jordan thinks she’s Ciara. And Celeste is terrified of what will happen when he discovers the truth. Because falling into the bed of the future President was never part of her plan, and neither was falling in love with him. * “In what world do I really have the balls to say I am sleeping with the President of the United States? This is a national scandal, and it is not my place to cause such. I’m too much of a regular citizen to even be involved.” The Rogers? Jordan Rogers! The Republicans. Ugh. This is literally world power. And who am I? Celeste. Celeste Ian. Such a boring name to even make headlines. How did he win? Nah, that isn’t the question. How did I end up in his bed?Trust me, it wasn’t even at a party. Now, listen. I’m about to tell you how…

Some demon must have possessed me, or maybe these evil spirits that I couldn't wear off were making me... making me kiss my own step-uncle like a starved lover.... Damn. I was even terrible at it... Not sure how or when we got into a private room with a bed... but I was too eye-closed, kissing away my naivety, eating up his lips with so much roughness that shouldn't be there. But Flavian was no teacher to take it easy on my lips or my body... why was I struggling to match his pace? His hands were roaming my body... touching, caressing and crashing places he shouldn't... He pushed me into the bed and kept me captive with his weight as his thighs straddled my hips. "Ahh.." "Won't you tell me to stop, princess?... you have to push me away..." I almost heard a begging note in his tone yet his lips bit down on my lower lip... I couldn't respond... I didn't want to. I wanted him... but how did I want him? "We shouldn't.... tell me that, princess." He drilled his teeth onto the side of my neck, I groaned... finding it hard to understand why the excitement within me increased... The line between pain and pleasure... I can't... I...I can't see it... I can't find it. I'm insane. I've gone mad.... Am I really going crazy right now! I should be the reckless one but I swear he's teaching me a new meaning of that word... {DISCLAIMER} This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, royal families, mafia organizations, or real events is purely coincidental. Read at your own discretion. THANK YOU

To her small town, Lanarai Kensly is the picture-perfect pastor’s daughter, pure, pious, and untouchable but behind closed doors, she pours her darkest, most sinful desires into secret letters to her long-distance boyfriend in Frankfurt. ​She thinks she’s writing to her sweet childhood love. She has no idea every shameless confession is falling into the hands of Herman Liechenberg, a ruthless, dangerous mafia Don. ​What starts as an amused distraction quickly turns into a deadly obsession. Herman feeds on her sweet confessions, indulging her darkest fantasies from afar but when Lanarai’s over-religious parents discover the scandalous letters, they force her into an arranged marriage with a sinister, three-time widowed acquaintance. ​Desperate to escape, Lanarai writes one final letter, begging her lover to rescue her, promising to give herself to him completely in return. ​The Devil himself shows up to claim her. ​When the altar turns into a bloodbath and Lanarai realizes her fatal mistake, will she run from the monster who saved her... or will she submit to the Don who already owns her mind and body?