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Sofia Ramos is a Mafia Princess in the Amarican/Spanish Maifa. She just finished University and is moving back into her parent's mansion. She now has a degree in Fashion Designing because of the inspiration from her best friend's mother. Sofia had a sweet, kind, carefree personality, but when it came to her Mafia, she was anything but that. What will happen when she meets Vincenzo Moretti. Vincenzo Moretti is a cold Italian Mafia Don, he never believed in love until he met Sofia at a dinner in Spain. The first time Vincenzo was ever scared was when he couldn't introduce himself to Sofia that night at the dinner. Ever since that night in Spain, Vincenzo knew that Sofia would become the lov

Reena’s life was simple… until one accident changed everything. A violent crash, a journey through darkness, and when she opens her eyes— Reena finds herself inside the novel she was reading all night. The novel’s name was— “The Dirty Mafia.” But the biggest truth is— She is not the heroine. She is not even a minor character. Reena has become the villainess. A villainess whose death is written in the most brutal way— and that death belongs to the hands of the mafia king, a man with no mercy in his heart. Now Reena knows everything. She knows the ending that awaits her. Betrayal. Blood. And a death that spares no one. The story is no longer fiction— It has become her realit

She married the devil. Then she divorced him. Now she carries his child. All Isabella Lorenzo wanted was to protect her family, and she thought marrying the ruthless and feared Luca Moretti… heir to the Moretti crime empire would be enough, but she was wrong. Instead of protection, her father was brutally executed and her heart left shattered in a million pieces. Two years later, she has managed to move on from the past and rebuild her life in the shadows. Every feeling of emotion was buried in her past, but they soon reignite after a reckless night with a masked stranger… a stranger that happens to be Luca Moretti. Now she’s pregnant, and Luca will do anything to get her back. But forgi

Obsessed with destiny. Tainted with blood Giovanni Moretti believes he was chosen to ascend this realm and be more. Guided by a priestess who speaks the names of the damned, he’s sacrificed and marked souls in the name of a forgotten god–The Ascendant. Now, only one remains. His daughter is the final key. The last sacrifice. And when blood runs in the pattern, divinity answers.

A brutal murder will mark her path forever, and a destiny crueler than death. After the terrible murder of her family, Maria De La Cruz, decides to dedicate herself body and soul to try to solve the mysteries that were woven since her childhood, but along the way she will fall madly in love with Emiliano Romero, who, supposedly, will help her in this great quest for revenge. Who is the real killer in this story? How far will she be able to search for the truth? And, above all, Why can't she remember anything? "Revenge is a faithful vigilante of the brave".

She was sold by her own father and forced into a loveless marriage with the most feared mafia boss. Trapped in a world of power, violence, and silence, she has no choices—and no way out. Until she realizes the most dangerous temptation in that house isn’t her husband… It’s his son. Cold. Protective. Forbidden. He watches her from the shadows, guards her with quiet devotion, and desires her in secret. When escape becomes their only chance at freedom, they are hunted without mercy. Because in the mafia, a woman is property. And betrayal is always paid for in blood.

"Fuck!," she moans as my finger slides fully inside her, her body responding instantly. "More," Elisia demands, breathless. "Really?" I taunt her. "Beg. You know how this works, Elisia. I'm in control, not you." "I'm not begging you," she retorts, though her voice wavers. Without hesitation, I pull my finger out, leaving her aching for more. I begin teasing her, running my finger along her slit, knowing she'll eventually break. "I'm going to kill you," she growls. "Oh, really?" I mock, pulling my hand away entirely. She sighs, realizing I'm serious. "Theo, please," she whispers softly. "Not good enough," I say, sucking on her neck, leaving my marks. "Please, Theo, touch me," s

DARK ROMANCE “Don’t please,” she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. “Please let me go, I want to go home.” She cried. He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. “You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side.” He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock. “No!” she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her w

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

A single misstep, and the consequences were severe. I am Moxie Guerra, known to all who know me as a devil with the face of an angel. At the age of seventeen, I am a woman with high standards in every aspect of life. I insist on the best food, the most luxurious clothing, and when it comes to men, they must be extraordinarily wealthy, attractive, and well-known. Born to my father's mistress, who passed away after my birth, I am scorned by my father's second family. As the daughter of a mafia boss, I was brought up in a perilous environment. No one perceived me as patient or kind. Instead, I was feared, much like my father, which was my Achilles' heel. However, when I discovered t