Italian House

“Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction.” "This isn't what I wanted, I don't want this !!! I want something more with you Howard, when would you ever give me the attention I need, when would you ever give me the respect I need? I love you, Howard!!! "Selena hollered at him, with tears rolling down her cheeks and her face as red as cherry. After five years of separation from her relationship, a twenty-two-year-old Italian Selena Greco runs into her ex-boyfriend Howard Turner after leaving home to get a better life, and just like five years ago, all the feelings came back. She wasn't aware he was the owner of the company she had applied for a job as his secretary, and things got steamy between the two. She finds it difficult to leave this mess that she had gotten herself into again, she wanted a solid relationship while Howard wanted otherwise. What happens when she finally decides to leave him for real this time? Would he take a step forward and give her the commitment she yearns for this time?

"For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless." ●●● "Oh my goodness. Sir, are you okay?" I check his pulse. Thank God the pulse is there but barely there. I look around his body for any injury and almost in a second find the bullet wound near his kidney. "...My god." Shit, there is no service in this stormy weather. I look at his almost lifeless body and the next I know I am driving him to my house. ●●● Victoria Forbes. A young doctor. Still healing from the past. She is kind, caring, loving but most of all lonely and broken. Christian Amore Vasquez. The Italian alluring, beckoning, bewitching, captivating, Mafia leader. He's not the typical, ruthless Mafia leader. He actually has a heart of gold and is ready to die for who he loves. He stumbles into Victoria's life. There is an obvious connection between the two that cannot be easily ignored. With Victoria thrown into Christian's life without even knowing uncovers a lot of secrets and brings back all the demons from the past. They both learn so much, together. "Love isn't baggage or a blame." "It's a risk, but worth taking."

Unaware of werewolves living among humans, Joanna has no idea that the intense and immediate attraction she feels toward the charming stranger at her fiancé's business meeting is actually a mate bond. Overpowered by the irresistible pull, she gives in to the overwhelming sensation and momentarily forgets about Clyde Mancini, heir to an influential Italian property empire. Feeling ashamed of her low self-esteem, she runs away from the stranger’s bed, only to discover weeks later that she is pregnant from the one-night stand. The Mancini family is thrilled about welcoming their new heir but chooses to overlook the baby's unusual behavior. The enraged Alpha initiates a search party to find his Luna, and when he ultimately finds Joanna, he abducts and forces her to become more involved with his pack and fulfill her duties. Joanna's primary concern is escaping from these unfamiliar beings so she can reunite with her husband, knowing that he is relentlessly searching for her. She anxiously tries to hide her son from the Alpha, the boy being his most powerful leverage to keep her with him. Eventually, the Moon Goddess intervenes, and Abel is convinced he has eliminated Clyde... so he thinks …

Blurb Isabella Dante lost her perfect life the night she slept with a stranger and got pregnant. Her Father disowns her, and she leaves La Nostra Terra. Five years later, she returns for a business contract, and she's with the most beautiful five-year-old daughter, Sofia. Rich and a successful single mother, Isabella is living a life of luxury again. They run into a stranger, and Sofia strongly believes he's her father, leaving Isabella shocked and confused. "He's not your father, baby." Isabella tries to convince her. "But he is, Mummy. Look, we both have the same eyes." Sofia turns to the stranger and asks. "What's your name, handsome mister?" "Enzo. Enzo Ferrari." Isabella freezes. It can't be. She tries to pull her daughter away from the clutches of the most dangerous man on the planet—the capo dei capi of the Italian 'Fratelli' Mafia family. "Stay away from him." Isabella cautions. "But I can't. He's my Daddy!" "No, baby. He's not. He's a dangerous man. And he's going to hurt us if we don't stay away from him…."

Kayla Stone has been married for two years, but somehow, she’s still a virgin. Her husband has never touched her. He humiliated her, controlled her, broke her; but just never took her body. So on one reckless night, desperate to feel truly wanted, a drunk Kayla surrenders her innocence to a stranger in a New York lounge. That stranger happens to be Gabriel Pearson. Her husband’s uncle. The same man who wrecked her heart eight years ago and disappeared to Italy. On the night the ruthless kingpin of the Italian mafia world returns to New York, he visits a lounge and runs into none other than his drunk niece in-law. Kayla Stone. The same woman he has deluded himself into thinking he has gotten over for the past eight years. That night, he makes an earth-shattering discovery when pushes inside her and meets the barrier her husband never claimed. His nephew’s wife was untouched, until him. How was that even possible? This night of passion which was supposed to be a mistake, steers something dark and possessive within Gabriel. Kayla wasn’t his to be claimed, but fuck the consequences.

Itzel, a twenty year old girl with a broken heart, sets out to change her life, but things really don't go as she has planned and leads her world to turn upside down. And amidst all this while protecting her secret, she starts falling for the person whom she has never thought of falling for, their house butler. **Cover photo has been taken from the internet**

Three months, she was supposed to live with her sister's family for three months but how will she survive living in the same house with him when she harbors those nasty thoughts? How will she survive living in the same space with him when he was the reason she left for Paris three years ago? How will she hide the love and lust she has for her sister's husband?

To save money for a house, I had been living a frugal life with my boyfriend, Desmond Wood. When Desmond received a twenty-thousand-dollar bonus, he bought me a branded bag. I was delighted, but I felt that he did not need to spend so much on me. Hence, I brought the receipt and the bag to the shop for a refund. The shopkeeper told me that my bag was fake. However, the receipt was real.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

After Nathan Seville stands me up for the seventh time we're supposed to register our marriage, I finally cut all ties with him—completely and on my own terms. If he shows up at a gathering, I don't go. If he's invited to perform at the college anniversary, I leave early. The moment my company decides to work with him, I resign on the spot. Even on Christmas Eve, when he shows up at my house with gifts, I make up an excuse about needing to visit someone. Calls? Blocked. Socials? Deleted. My strategy is simple—cut it all off. I don't reach out, and he has no way of finding me. For the first 30 years of my life, I spent most of it loving him with everything I had. I cared for him, supported him, and waited for him. But after being left hanging for the seventh time at the City Hall, I finally wake up. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even if I end up alone, it's still better than spending night after night waiting in an empty house that never feels like home!