Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

“She’s also fiesty and fiery and did everything I told her not to.” I couldn’t help but smile. Terzo, the mafia, was in love and married to the love of his life. I didn’t meet this kind of person every day. “Why are you smiling?” Spade’s amused voice and his grasp on my thigh caught my attention. I looked at him. “Don’t you see it? It’s romantic. It’s a good plot for a N*****x movie.” “See?” Terzo looked at the couple. “I saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be sooner.”

A M A R A Flashback TRIGGER WARNING - CONTAINS GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE "Angelo what are you doing?" He backed me into the wall. I started having a panic attack. "It's me, Amara." My breathing was ragged. "Put the gun down," I pleaded. "Why would I do that? Your family embarrassed mine. Winning every fight. You're all cheaters," he accused. "B-but we don't. I'm your girlfriend Angelo think this through. You train with us."

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

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“And I don’t do moderation.” That did something to my stomach that I didn’t appreciate. “That’s not romantic,” I snapped. “That’s unstable.” He turned fast. Eyes dark. Not wild. Contained. Too contained. He grabbed me and kissed me. Heat, frustration, and something close to desperation. For half a second I let it happen. Then my brain caught up and I shoved him. “Don’t.” He let go immediately. Like I’d burned him. “Fuck,” he barked, pacing once.

And somehow, without ever meaning to, Max had become the person Jamie talked to every day. They still didn’t know anything real about each other. Not names. Not ages. Not faces. Not cities. They traded details like small coins. Work shifts, annoyances, favorite snacks, gripes about family, the kind of safe intimacy you could build without ever stepping into danger. He stopped at a coffee shop on the corner, the one he always used when he overslept and didn’t have time to sit and eat. He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone.

All I did was stare as the death dragged me away from my fiancé. Dear Readers, Welcome to a brand-new journey! ❤️ If you've read my previous novel, A Twenty Something, you might recognize a few familiar names and faces. This story takes place in the same fictional universe, but it is a complete standalone. You don't need to read any of my earlier books to enjoy Luna and Alessandro's story. For this novel, I've also introduced fictional cities and locations to better suit the world and the story I wanted to tell. This is a dark mafia romance featuring mature themes, violence, and morally grey characters. Please remember that the events and relationships in this book are entirely fictional and

"That would be called Stockholm syndrome, but I'm not that sick, so don't flatter yourself, Mr Nostra. There are many handsome men in the world, you're way down that ladder." Liar liar. Pants on fire. His lips curved in that devilish smirk that made me want to slap the hell out of him. “Don’t lie to me, Mia bambina. Your thighs are pressed too tightly together for it to be nothing.” Heat flared up my neck and down my arm. “You’re such a bastard.” “And yet you like it.” His voice dropped low, and I almost squirmed in my seat. “Admit it.” I scoffed, leaning my head against the cold window glass, pretending to be staring out at the streets.

Adrian noticed immediately. "Aha." Cassian narrowed his eyes. "Aha what?" "You're smiling." "I'm not." "You are." "I'm tolerating you." "The smile says otherwise." The bond hummed softly between them. Through it Adrian felt the affection Cassian stubbornly refused to admit out loud. Cassian felt Adrian's amusement in return. It was unfair. The bond made lying nearly impossible. "You know," Adrian said thoughtfully, climbing onto the couch beside him, "for someone who claims to hate romance novels, you spend an awful lot of time discussing them."