Alana Dante Nude Novels & Stories

Dr. Olivia Carter has spent her life saving others, she is a brilliant and compassionate surgeon with a good heart. But when her Abusive father’s gambling debts catch up with him, she is somehow at the center of it. She is offered a one year wedding contract by the mafia Capo as the only resort to settling her father's debt.  Olivia, having no choice but to sign the contract to marry the cold hearted and emotionless Capo Dante Marino. Olivia is forced to live with him forsaking the hospital and working for him as his personal doctor. But Olivia's good heart and kind nature slowly deflates his emotionless exterior little by little. As the two of them are drawn together, Olivia must navigate Dante's dangerous world, where trust is fragile and betrayal is deadly and love a weakness in the mafia world.  Would his world destroy her good heart? or will she be able to elicit an emotion from the emotionless Mafia Capo.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

Lena gets exchanged for her father's debts to a mafia don and is married without her consent. Dante Luciano—Italy’s youngest, most ruthless mafia Don—her husband. Is looking for a wife. He has his reasons, he has his plans for Lena.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

ISABELLA HART doesn’t believe in love. She watched it destroy her father and take her mother, and she learned early that the safest heart is the one you guard. DANTE MORETTI trusts control above all else. A billionaire who built his empire on discipline and silence, he knows betrayal can’t be ignored....and love is the riskiest gamble of all. Their arranged marriage was meant to be safe, and utterly controlled. But living under the same roof blurs the line between duty and desire. Arguments flare, touches linger, and the walls they built around themselves start to crumble. Then the past returns, bringing secrets, lies, and a betrayal that threatens everything they’ve ever trusted. Now Isabella must decide if guarding her heart is worth losing him...and Dante must learn that control cannot fix what fear has broken. In a world ruled by power and deception, desire may be the only truth strong enough to survive.

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—and rewards with ruin. In this house, obedience is survival. But what happens when the bride stops playing by the rules?

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?

“I don’t love you. I can never love a man like you.”With these words, I shattered his heart.… An heiress to the wealthy Rosedale family, Alina was forced to cruelly break up with her longtime boyfriend and love, Dante, abandoning him. Two years later, she is alone to fend for herself and her daughter Serena. Their paths reunite when she is harassed and kidnapped only to be rescued by Dante. But, he is no longer the man she knew and is instead a cruel, coldhearted Mafia Don, and his eyes are set on her for revenge. Dante, on reuniting with the woman who broke his heart years ago because of his status, is set on vindication. Seeing her struggling state and debt, he offers her a double edged deal; become his personal escort. How far will he go to break her? Will she be able to keep their child a secret? With rivals and danger surrounding them will they be able to rekindle their lost love or will they be torn apart?

Isabella Romano is drowning in her dead father's $250,000 debt to the Valentino crime family. When the city's most feared Don comes to collect, he doesn't want money, all he wanted was a wife. One year. Play the perfect mafia queen. In exchange, her debt vanishes and her sister's future is secured. Dante Valentino built his empire on fear and control. He needs a contract wife to maintain independence from rival families, nothing more. But the defiant woman who refuses to break awakens a dangerous obsession he can't control. As their arrangement ignites into real passion, enemies close in and a deadly conspiracy surfaces: Isabella's father was murdered for discovering a traitor in Dante's organization. Now the couple must decide—honor the contract's end or fight for a love that could destroy them both. Some debts are paid in blood. Some obsessions are worth dying

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”