Novel & Cerita Marco Angelina Ballerina

On the verge of being trapped in a forced marriage, Emily’s only way out might be to carry the baby of her fiancé’s archenemy. Dante Ferrari. Dante also happens to be her best friend’s cold and powerful older brother, who had always looked at her like she was a nuisance that needed to be controlled. Emily Collombo never had a choice. As the illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family, she was nothing more than a pawn in the family’s business, forced to marry Marco Russo, heir to one of the formidable mafia clans in Italy. Her bleak future was sealed…. until one devastating mistake at the hospital changed everything. An insemination gone wrong, due to medical negligence. Now Emily carries the baby of not just any man, but Dante Ferrari. Don of the Ferrari Mafia Clan. The Ferraris aren’t just powerful, they are the pinnacle of power. Ruthless, untouchable, and feared across the underworld. The moment Dante discovers Emily carries his child, he makes one thing clear. SHE belongs to HIM now. And If war must break out between the Russos and the Ferraris, then let it burn.

Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.

In the heart of New York, the Moretti family rules the underground with fear, power, and precision. Lucian Moretti, known as The Devil, is a ruthless mafia boss whose cold heart has been hardened by betrayal and bloodshed. His younger brother Matteo, a charming playboy and tech genius, and his innocent sister Ivy complete the family, while loyal guards and servants keep their empire secure. Aria Russo, a stubborn orphan working at a small café, dreams of a simple life. Her world turns upside down when she crosses paths with Lucian. Intrigued by her defiance, he draws her into his dangerous world—a world of power, obsession, and deadly enemies. As rival mafia boss Marco Leone plots revenge, childhood friend Lorena betrays Aria, and the obsessed family friend Caris manipulates from the shadows, Aria must navigate a world where love and danger are inseparable. Torn between his empire and the woman who has captured his heart, Lucian must confront his darkest fears. The Devil’s Favorite is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and the fine line between loyalty and obsession.

At the Costa family's annual capo banquet, Marco Costa declared the family would extend protection to one woman only: Rosa Frost, his childhood sweetheart, newly divorced and newly returned to the family fold. One by one, the other women slipped away into the night with their money, their dignity, and fresh protectors already lined up. I, Viola Rossi, once his Donna, was severed from the Costa family entirely, with nowhere left to go. Twenty-one years prior, The System ripped me into this life with a brutal mandate: make one of four made men fall irrevocably in love with me, and I'd earn my way back to my real life with a healthy body. I failed. Every single one of them chose Rosa. The system's final mercy: die here, go home. I stood in a rotting Brooklyn dock warehouse, gun in hand, and closed my eyes. Right as darkness closed in, a raw, raging scream of my name tore through the silence, like the man shouting would burn the whole world apart to reach me.

Talia works in a company, it’s a secret matching companies, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. She saw many things, she saw all kind of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to tries what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she’s neither, and if she could afford leaving this whole place she would. Marco, he’s a daddy dominant, a trainer, and recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she’s a little even if she didn’t yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he have planned for her. This is my way to deal with my depression, read it if you want, I’ll be grateful for you. This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

I knew my husband, Giovanni Rossini, had done it. He had stolen his dead twin brother's identity and faked his own death. And I said nothing. In my last life, he had discarded me and our daughter, Natalia, for his mistress, Katrina Moretti. My mother-in-law, Antonietta, called us trash and forced my five-year-old to peel olives until her small hands blistered. I knelt and begged for money to buy medicine. Giovanni only held Katrina and laughed. In the end, Natalia and I froze and starved to death. Even as we died, Katrina's mocking voice still rang in my ears. Everyone watched with cold eyes. They closed ranks, shifted the blame onto me, and shoved us toward a dead end with no escape. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the exact moment they carried Marco's body into the warehouse. This time, I wouldn't let anyone destroy us. I would make them pay twice over for everything they had done to me and my daughter.

“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

His steely gaze bore into mine, an abyss of emotionless darkness. "Marc-" "SHUT UP!" I flinched, a shudder coursing through me. He came on closer, his fingers tightening around my neck, a cruel parody of a caress. I met his frightening stare, I stared at him breathing heavily. "Just be still." I lowered my face, eyelids fluttering shut, as if seeking solace in the darkness. "I own you." His declaration resounding heavy in the air, an unbreakable chain binding me to this desire’s. In that moment, I knew - there was no escaping the clutches of this man who held me captive, body and soul. **************** In the heart of a city shrouded in shadows and secrets, Elena Santiago's life takes a dangerous plunge. Her father's debts drag them to the doorstep of Don Marco De Luca, an astute and enigmatic mafia overlord, thrusting Elena into a world of scary gambles and lethal allure. Boundaries blur between allegiance and survival as Elena must survive through a web of deception, where every move becomes a battle cry. With her family's future teetering on a razor's edge, she finds herself torn between defying the merciless Don and submitting to a life of total servitude. ******** Will she succumb to his desires… or hers?!

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.