Mio Amore Novelas e Histórias

Eleven said. "What's your name?" the man said. “Eleven" “Okay, listen to me El, I have a family, I love my wife and my son. Yes my son is about the same age as you. I have no interest in touching you because you are just a young girl, my wife is prettier than you and that is more than enough for me. But, your father owes me a debt, a very high debt, I think with him not working like now, he won't be able to pay it off. When my men said he wanted to sell you, to be honest I wasn't interested, I'm a bookie, I don't play human trafficking, that's not my type. But one of my men, the man who brought you here, he said if your father abused you, he saw it himself because it shows on your body and y

Oh my God, harder, please Ricci fuck me please. She cried out now as her orgasm built he pounded into her willing body taking his own pleasure as he gave her what she wanted, her body arched up as it remembered the familiar tingling racing through her. ‘Ricci, oh Dio, sì, sì, ti amo Ricci.’ [Ricci, oh God, yes, yes, I love you Ricci.]

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

Alessandro said, and I glared at him hatefully. “I will never be yours; you will never touch me, and I swear, by my mother who is dead, Alessandro D'Amato, that your life will be hell,” I said with so much rage that my body vibrated. Alessandro smiled and approached me without fear. I didn't pull back; I sat up straight and brave, so I kept my posture erect. When he was about to kiss me, he whispered, “Never say never, amore mio (my love). By the way, you look more beautiful dressed as a unicorn.”

Her black dress seemed to drink the light, and her green eyes—sharp, unforgiving—betrayed not a single crack. “Mother…” he gasped. She nodded with funereal grace. “He’s gone,” she said in a whisper. “My Vittorio… is gone.” “But he was fine,” Dante stammered. “He wasn’t sick…” Mirella caressed his cheek with poisoned tenderness. “That’s the heart for you. Treacherous. Like this world.” Dante looked back at the body. It was real. Undeniable. His mother stepped closer. Her hand landed firmly on his shoulder.

Matteo, the leader of the Mafia Il Diamante cartel in Sicily, is known to be overprotective and strict about the rules for his two children. “Principessa, the boss' rules are fixed. You know that, right? It is unlikely that the boss will agree to your wishes.” Juan straightforwardly broke the Birthday Girl's hopes. The light brown eyes widened and stared intently at those blue eyes which crushed her last hope of persuading her beloved papa once again. “Argh… leave me alone now, Juan! Your hospitality is just fake.” The girl's fist tightened again and her voice grew cold. The gloomy gaze was getting cloudier, staring blankly ahead, remembering her childhood with her beloved brother.

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

I said into my phone as soon as I answered it. "Barry!!!......ok....bye....love you too!"I said and turned around smiling and was shocked to see a girl who looked exactly like me standing there. She was my true copy except for her hair which was brown. Who is she???

Mais à cause de tout ce qui s'est passe je suis bloquée à l'idée de. -Tu sais l'amour c'est savoir pardonner ce qui est impardonnable. Nul n'est parfait, il n'est pas un ange Léa, il a le droit de commettre des erreurs. L'amour ça fonctionne si tu crois en vous, il faut écouter la petite voix qui parle à ton oreille. La petite voix te dit quoi? La jeune femme leve les yeux vers sa mère faisant semblant de réfléchir un moment , puis un sourire rehausse ses lèvres . Elle saute au cou de sa mère avant de lui faire un bisou sur la joue.

I sipped the drink the taste was amazing, sweet with a hint of alcohol just like he had said. I took my attention back to Aimee and Diego who sat whispering between each other. I leaned closer in an attempt to join in but it wasn’t like I could hear their whispers over the music that was playing. “What are you two whispering about” I asked giving up on ears dropping. “Nada, now who is coming to dance with me?” Aimee let out downing her drink in one go. “Slow down, FUCK Lorenzo is going to fucking kill me” Diego scolded her.