Best Smutty Mafia Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

I grabbed the heavy crystal vase from the side table and smashed it across the back of Romano’s skull. Glass exploded in a shower of shards. Romano staggered forward with a roar. Matteo recovered instantly, tackling him to the ground like a predator. The two men rolled across the rug in a blur of violence—fists flying, elbows cracking against bone, blood smearing the pale fabric. A lamp toppled and shattered. Romano landed a brutal punch to Matteo’s jaw, splitting his lip.

Dante had a way of making even the most innocent request feel like a trap. Dante exhaled slowly, setting his glass down on the desk that separated us. The amber liquid caught the light, glowing like captured fire. His office was immaculate as always—all dark woods, leather, and carefully curated antiquities that spoke of old money and older power. "A gathering of some... very important people." Something in his tone sent a chill down my spine. The way his lips curled slightly at the corners—not quite a smile, more like satisfaction at my discomfort. Important people. That could only mean one thing. Mafia. Not just any members, but the elite. The untouchables. The ones whose names were whispe

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

"You are taking the rivalry to another level. If I lose my love for you, I'll make you regret it hard." "There's no human to make me regret it; I'm the one who makes others regret who tries to mess with me. Look, how pathetically you're regretting now." "Come to the point?" Jim asks JK, as there's no time for him to waste on him. "How come people like you are smart—rumor?" A sarcastic laugh skips JK's mouth to tease him. "Who manipulated you to cancel all the deals with me?" "I can't tell his name. Even I don't know him personally." His tricky response prickles JK's nerves. "You don't know him personally, but you dare to mess with me for him—so a rumor is always a rumor. I don't know what yo

In my hands was a book. A werewolf novel. Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother. The title alone would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. It was written by N-Victory, an author whose stories I had loved for years. I had found the book that morning in the small library room downstairs and had been hooked ever since the doctor left. My eyes moved across the pages quickly. The characters were dramatic. Emotional. Chaotic. Exactly the kind of romance stories I used to devour without thinking. But not as dark as the ones I used to love.

Ava tried to shield me from anything from my past and I understood her because just a few minutes ago I spiraled because I heard a familiar name. “What?” He gave her a confused look. “What’s going on there?” I asked. Ava sighed because she knew she could do nothing about this. “There’s rumors of a war starting soon. I need to see if they're true.” He said. There are only two powerful mafia families in Chicago and they are the Morreti’s and the Deluca’s. Adrian didn’t mention this to me.

"You don't want to talk about the book you read?" Gardenia waves an airy hand. "Nah. It was a vampire book. Vampires aren't my thing." "What is your thing?" I ask before I can think better of it. And Gardenia grins, wiggling on her stool until her thigh brushes against mine. "My favorite book we read so far was a mafia one. It was about this complete psychopath who stole the heroine away to his own private island." "And the hero saves her?" Gardenia snorts. "The mafia guy is the hero. It's kind of an edgy book."

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

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But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.