Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

“You don’t get to ask that. She trusted you.” “I owe you nothing,” she replied coldly, though inside her stomach was twisting. “Brittany!” His voice broke. “She treated you like a sister! She… she—” “Is that why you’re breaking like this? Or is it because your little love story is dead? Did you picture marrying me, Marco? Children? A future?” “Britt…” “You’re a fool. This is the mafia. Nothing here is real—no one.” “Is that why you kept pushing me away? Is that why you couldn’t love me?”

Florence shimmered like something pulled out of a dream—the Duomo’s dome rising in the distance, church bells faintly tolling, rooftops dipped in terracotta warmth. "Shall we go now ?" Luca’s voice cut through her thoughts, lazy yet sharp. Her eyes flicked back to him. He leaned back in his chair, coffee cup balanced in his hand, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a trace of tanned skin. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, darker at the temples, and there was that easy arrogance in his smile that made her heart beat uncomfortably fast. Yasmine straightened her posture, feigning calm. “Just wondering how long it will take you to finish staring at me before we leave

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

It felt good to know she was not the only one hating Nico’s fiancee. “Anyway, I think this Dr. Storm could be your next Mr. Right,” Marmie muttered at the other end. “Marmie!” Kara sounded scandalized. She never thought of it that way. Besides, she still loves Nico. “Josh is too nice to make him my rebound.” ‘First name basis, are we?” Marmie teased. “Oh shut up, Marmie!” “I won’t!” Marmie shot back. “If this is the only way for me to help you get over Mr. Bernardi, I would. He was marrying the w*tch Kara. They’re bound for Sicily tomorrow.”

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

"He'll take care of you, wouldn't put his mistresses above you." Was that supposed to make me feel better? Through the mirror, I couldn't see my heart tighten. I wailed internally, I'd gone and forgotten about the promiscuous nature of the men in the mafia. About their can't-keep-it-in-their-pants-tendencies. Through the mirror I saw my eyes glisten. "Emily," mother called softly, "marriage isn't the end of the world." It wasn't. But it was the end of mine. What was left of me now was an empty future stretched out before me bleakly.

The alcohol I’d consumed wasn’t helping. Cassio and Luca King. Mafia. Their father, Benito King, was one of the most feared men on the East Coast of the United States. And his sons weren’t far behind them. “Your mother is dead, Branka,” Cassio explained. “And your brother needs you back.” A soft gasp escaped my lips and I glanced at my best friend. She kept her expression masked, but I knew she cared. She wasn’t as close to her mother as I was to mine, but she loved her. The poor woman married a hard, cruel man and it broke her.