Don't Fear The Reaper

Gracie Miller's father is a big time fraudster— scamming rich people for a living. At least until he crosses the wrong people. The infamous Black Silver Cartel with control over the European black markets. A mafia cartel. To prevent her father from being killed, Gracie is taken as hostage by the leader of this cartel, Raymond Silver. But then when sparks begin to fly, can Gracie overlook the fact that— she's falling for her kidnapper?

“What do you want from me, Don? I'm your wife.” My voice trembled as the reality of what Alessandro might do to me settled in like a forest fog. “Exactly what I should get knowing how talented your mother was.” He growled, not sounding at all like the man I loved, while he unzipped his dress pants. Sure, I wanted to get laid but not like this. ~~~ To Don Alessandro Moretti, Elena is nothing more than a tool of vengeance. The daughter of the woman who once shattered his father’s empire. But what Alessandro doesn’t know is this: The amnesiac woman he married is no lamb—she's the top assassin and hacker of a phantom organisation. And when her memories return… All hell will break loose.

"I may be blind, Rain, but trust me, I’ll never miss the right hole or the perfect positions to put you in. My eyes don’t stop me from taking you until your legs give out. Open wide for me, wifey." Enzo Salvatore DeLuca, the ruthless billionaire mafia don, was untouchable—until the accident that stole his sight. Now, with time running out, he needs an heir to secure his legacy, and Rain is forced to take her stepsister's place as his bride. Rain always dreamed of a Christmas wedding with the perfect husband, but marrying a blind stranger wasn’t in her fantasies. How could a man who couldn’t see fulfill her wildest desires? He’d need help with everything, and she couldn’t imagine how he’d live up to the man she’d always fantasized about. What she doesn’t know is that he sees every move she makes, from the constant bite of her lips whenever he talks, to the way she walks around naked in the room, thinking he wouldn’t see her anyway, down to the way she watches him with longing whenever he’s changing. What he lacks in sight, he makes up for in raw intensity, dominance, and an ability to give her everything she never dared to ask for. He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do gentle. But with Rain, he might just find more than the healing he never thought possible, and the revenge he had been seeking. "If you ask me, the only reason I need eyes is to see your eyes rolling back when I fuck you. But for now, baby girl, I want to hear it. Let me hear you moan for me.”

When Grace Green, a nurse, helped a dying man on her way to work, she didn't know she had just saved a Mafia Don and that she would enter the mafia world. Gunfights. Bloodshed. Brutality. Secrets. DEATH. It was a world different from the peaceful life she lived. A world where a single mistake can cost her life and family. But as danger closes in, the lines between captor and protector blur. The most dangerous threat may not be his world… but her heart.

She was back. She is innocent and beautiful. She was intimidated. He was ambitious. He is kind and handsome. He falls in love. In the sultry haze of passion’s fire, Two hearts collided, desire unbridled. Their love, a clandestine affair, Igniting flames that danced and swirled. Amidst tangled sheets and whispered vows, they wove a tale of stolen moments, Each touch a confession, each kiss a plea, To drown in the depths of their shared ecstasy. The moon bore witness to their stolen nights, As they traced constellations on bare skin, Their secrets etched in sweat and sighs, A love forbidden, yet impossible to rescind. But dawn arrived, cruel and unyielding, tearing them apart like fragile petals. Promises whispered, promises broken, Their hearts left bleeding, forever unsettled. And so, they became ghosts of passion, haunted by memories of that steamy affair, Their love a bittersweet ache, a silent confession, In the quiet hours when the world ceased to care. For love, once ignited, never truly dies, It lingers in the shadows, a smoldering flame, A testament to the heat of their stolen nights, A tale of love after a steamy affair, untamed.

Ever imagined a werewolf story with a little bit of danger? Just kidding—try a mafia bloodline soaked in violence, betrayal, and forbidden lust. The Evers don’t get fated mates. The Moon Goddess cursed their kind long ago. No bonds. No soul ties. Just power-hungry wolves who rule the underworld and marry for strategy—not love. Rivera fell in love with one brother but when a scandal scatters, the deal shifts. Now, she’s handed off to the older brother, Alpha, Don, Zayen Morozov. Cold. Dangerous. Merciless. She was never supposed to be his. But he’ll be damned if he lets her go. Story of Zayen Morozov and Rivera Dacian. Where the bad guys aren’t truly bad but aren’t good either.

My adopted daughter, Phoebe Marsh, possessed an evil ability. Whenever she got hurt, the pain would also be inflicted directly on my biological daughter, Maisie Shaw. She deliberately hurt herself, covering her body with wounds and bruises. Then, she would turn around with cold eyes, watching Maisie writhe on the floor in agony until she passed out from the pain. With no medical solution available, I broke down and held Maisie close, begging my husband, Brandon Shaw, to send Phoebe away. However, he would erupt in fury. "It's obviously Maisie who's been faking illness for attention, and you're making up this ridiculous story to get rid of Phoebe. She's just a fragile, helpless child. How can you be so vicious?" After that, Phoebe escalated her self-harm even more viciously. Meanwhile, Maisie spent every day curled up in the corner of her bed, refusing to let anyone touch her. On Maisie's birthday, Phoebe threw herself from the fifth floor. Just as Maisie was blowing out her candles and making a wish, she suddenly began bleeding from all her facial orifices, and she died instantly. Yet, Phoebe only suffered minor scrapes. I died from overwhelming grief shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Phoebe's first day in our home. Maisie was playing with her Legos when she suddenly clutched her ankle and started crying. This time, I grabbed the broom from behind the door and swung it toward Maisie, shouting, "I'll beat you up for faking illness and seeking attention!"

Am Tag der geplanten Zwillingsgeburt bestach ich den Hausarzt. Ich ließ mir alle starken Wehenhemmer der Klinik injizieren, um die Entbindung künstlich zu verzögern. Warum? Weil in meinem letzten Leben, Vincent Corleone – mein Ehemann, der Don – behauptete, eine geringe Spermienzahl zu haben. Um einen Erben zu hinterlassen, unterhielt er zehn Geliebte. Er verkündete: Wer zuerst einen Sohn gebäre, deren Sohn werde der nächste Don der Familie Corleone. Er sagte, sobald ich mein Kind vor allen anderen gebäre, würde er alle Geliebten fortschicken und meinem Sohn die Nachfolge der Familie überlassen. Ich glaubte ihm. Als ich unerwartet mit Zwillingen schwanger wurde, zitterte ich vor Aufregung. Doch unmittelbar nach der Geburt ließ er mich und die Neugeborenen in den kalten Weinkeller werfen und verbot jedem, sich uns zu nähern. „Lucy kommt aus einfachen Verhältnissen. Ich wollte ihrem Kind lediglich einen legitimen Status geben, damit es ihr und dem Jungen künftig besser geht. Doch du hast absichtlich Informationen durchsickern lassen! Aus Verzweiflung starb sie bei der Geburt – mit dem ungeborenen Kind.“ „Du bist so grausam, dass du es nicht verdienst, die Mutter des Erben der Familie Corleone zu sein! Denk über dein Verhalten nach, in drei Tagen lasse ich dich wieder hinaus.“ Dann befahl er dem Butler, die Kellertür von außen zu verrammeln. Doch er wusste es nicht: In jener Nacht brach im Weinkeller ein Feuer aus, und ich wurde gemeinsam mit meinen Kindern in den Flammen verbrannt. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, befand ich mich in der Nacht vor der Entbindung. In diesem Leben würde ich nicht länger die Donna sein. Sobald ich die Kinder geboren und meine Kräfte zurückgewonnen hätte, würde ich meine Kinder nehmen und für immer verschwinden.

Henry is known as the head of an investment firm in NYC, but his shadowed presence hides the fact that he is also the boss of a Mafia in Italy. Deep down, he carries the trauma left by his abusive, alcoholic father, making him reluctant to form relationships with anyone—except for one person, his childhood friend, Sarah. However, he left both his childhood and Sarah behind in a mysterious case. After an accidental meeting, his eyes catch that beloved silhouette, and he is drawn once again to her beauty and sweetness. On the other side, holding onto her dream of becoming a singer, Sarah has worked hard for her parents to fuel her journey. She wins an investment competition and is about to attend Harvard as part of the prize. Little does she know, the day she steps into her dream is also the day her future becomes intertwined with Henry, her first crush who had disappeared from her life. Will Sarah successfully hold onto him this time, or will he vanish once more into the darkness? How will the cruel cost of power affect the pure love they share?

A retelling of Cinderella, with a twist. Her Prince Charming doesn't meet her in a ball but in a bike crash, and he's no Prince Charming, but her literal worst nightmare. Yet Donna-Belle accepted whatever life threw at her if it'd mean she'd get back her inheritance and fight her step family. Being the Mafia Don's little contact wasn't a day job, but Donna was willing to do anything to get his heart and make her way... but it was actually much easier than she thought.