Don't Ever Laugh As A Hearse Goes By Novels & Stories

"You're mine Cassie, mind, body, and soul," he declared with a dangerous growl, "I'm the prison you can't escape." ******* A cryptic letter from her father leads Cassie Michaelson directly into the path of Lorenzo Giovanni, an infamous Mafia boss. Lorenzo, initially targeting Cassie to draw out her father, quickly uncovers a shocking truth: Cassie is his Fated Mate. Abducted and thrust into a perilous world of Mafia politics and werewolf lore, Cassie must reconcile her growing feelings for Lorenzo, the very man who murdered her best friend the night of her abduction with the dangerous allure of his half-brother, Leonardo. As she struggles to survive, a mysterious organization emerges from the shadows, intent on destroying Lorenzo, placing Cassie at the epicenter of a brewing war.

"You're my sister. I don't care if I'm drugged—this ain't it. You ain't my cure." Carlo Quaranta's eyes were shot red, chest heaving, but that rage? Way hotter than any craving. "Even if you make me marry you, I'll never love you." Vera Este didn't doubt it. Not for a second. He meant every damn word. Last time, she was the so-called "cure"... and it dragged her straight into marriage. She stared at his face—still young. Felt like it belonged to someone from a whole other life.

“Strip,” Lior said. Kael’s breath caught. He stood there, frozen, fear curling in his chest. Is this what my life is going to be now? he wondered. Ever since he met Lior, everything had gone wrong. They were fated—he had felt it the first time they locked eyes. That changed when Lior found out the truth. Kael’s brother was his ex. The one who had walked away. The one who chose his own fated mate and left Lior behind. After that, Lior hardened. He became ruthless. Instead of rejecting the bond, he held onto it like a weapon. He kept Kael close, punished him for someone else’s betrayal, and denied the pull that hit them both whenever they were together. Kael felt it every time Lior looked at him. Lior felt it too—but he refused to give in. The question was no longer why Lior hated him. It was whether the alpha would ever stop hurting his fated mate… or if revenge mattered more than the bond tying them together.

In a world where werewolves and vampires roam freely among humans, Lyra is a lonely, resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York City. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, in order to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather and a gang leader, who has decided to make her his possession. In her race to win her freedom, she crosses paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by those eyes, is she really making the right choice by taking this injured beast home? Didn't she just bring the big bad wolf back into the fold? I saved a dying beast from the gutters of New York, never expecting him to be my salvation—or my ultimate undoing. Lyra has lived her life in the shadows of her sadistic stepfather, Carlos, a man who treats human lives as currency. Her only hope was a desperate escape to the north, a dream that felt possible only when she found a wounded, brindle-furred wolf. She nursed him, shared her meager meals with him, and felt an unbreakable bond forming in his intense, steely gaze. But the beast wasn't a dog. He was an Alpha—a powerful, non-human Lord who reclaimed his throne and left Lyra behind without a second glance. Now, captured by Carlos and thrown onto the auction block for the city’s supernatural elite, Lyra is just a "lot" to be sold to the highest bidder. As vampires and shifters place their stakes on her life, she realizes the world is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Will the Alpha who discarded her return to claim his debt? Or is Lyra destined to be a broken plaything for the monsters in the dark?

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

She needs help. She has been with her uncle when she was ten till he became abusive. for years she suffered until she could not take it any more so she did what was best she ran.....ran away for her dear life. Not knowing she was running to the devil. Marco Bizzari Francesco is the mafia of all mafia King of kings. The capo after his father stepped down, And also never loves anyone apart from his family. He had loved once but loved the wrong person and it had hurt him badly that is why he became the devil. So what happens when her comes across this girl, Will she teach him how to love or will his heart become colder? Or may be just may be they might help each other.

She is his passion, desire and his obsession. Luciano Greco, a formidable mafia boss has one goal in mind: making Jade Peterson his wife. And not even the forces above can stand in his way. * * * |Strong female lead, Dominating Male Lead, Obsession, Crime, Love and Lust| Luciano Greco, the ruthless crime boss of the Italian-American mafia has been betrothed to Jade Peterson but his would be wife is not as submissive as he imagined her to be. Infact, she is the opposite of everything; she is fierce, bold, outspoken, and impulsive. But still it does not deny the fact that he is pulled to this impulsive and cunning woman no matter how hard he tries to mask it. She has him on his knees but he is unwillingly to admit it. He is addicted and she is his drug. He is a sinner and she is his greatest sin. He needs to claim her for himself and tame the fiery spirit in her. From an arranged marraige which sets off a chain of events that tends to tear them further apart, will they both be willing to let down their guard and confess their love amidst the chaos? Will she let him claim her soul the way he yearns to claim her body as his?

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?" Just that one question, and my heart melted completely. "Daemon, I can marry you. But before that, has there ever been another woman who owned your heart?" "I don't share my man. Not in any way." He pointed to his heart, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. "Before you, this was empty." After we married, the word on the street in New York's circles of power was this: If you angered Don Thorne, his Donna might plead your case. But if you angered the Donna, you were on your own. Even I began to believe that Daemon, that mountain of ice, would eventually melt for me. Until the day I went to find him, clutching a positive pregnancy test, bursting with joy. Only to hear the family's Consigliere ask him, from the top-floor study, what the best lie he'd ever told was. Daemon chuckled and said casually, "She asked me if anyone had my heart before her." "I told her no."

“Open up,” he ordered, and I immediately obeyed. He checked to see if I had swallowed. His eyes blazed as he nodded in approval. “That’s like a good girl.” I blushed at the compliment as I nibbled on my lips, feeling satisfied at being praised washing over my every being. His eyes followed my little action. “What are you to say, pet?” He asked as he began stroking my head. “Thank you, master. “I replied shyly. At this point, I knew that I was too far gone to stop. I enjoyed it way too much—the feeling of being controlled. He burns for her and will burn down the world to have her.