Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

“Okay. First of all, he’s insane. Second, he’s probably into you in that crazy enemies-to-lovers w*****d way, but like... with mafia daddy energy.” “This isn’t a romance novel,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “No, it’s not,” she agreed. “But you’re definitely the main character.” I looked up at her, deadpan. “You’re not helping.” Naomi sighed. “Sorry. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. I mean... you’re clearly spiraling. You’ve got wine on your sweater, chocolate on your lip, and you’re being hunted by your sexy half-mafia husband.” I threw a couch pillow at her. “He’s not sexy!”

Before she could start her car, Emiliano Romero approached her and said: "Aren't you going to apologize? - Aren't you going to apologize to me? - And why would I do such an idiotic thing? We all know that you Romeros are criminals who work for the mafia. Emiliano's eyes widened enormously, as he felt Maria knew more than he wanted. - Do you have arguments for that accusation? - You see no, if you clean everything up, it's impossible with the bovine mafia. - You are insolent.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

I appreciate every read, vote, comment, and message. I see gems, the gifts, the support and heartfelt messages and the reviews you drop! Believe it sometimes fuels my inspirations and am really glad that I have such a supportive community. Since we’re done with Saint ravenshire we’ll probably be diving into a little bit of mafia romance so keep your fingers crossed for this one because it’s going to be lit 🔥

I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

Jasmine said "Are you crazy? Is there anyone in this group who is interested in dating? Do you not believe that doing so might be against the rules of the mafia? Flora scoffed Yeah, you could be right, but if I had to guess, I wouldn't say that there's a couple in this room. They don't do anything but...fuck chicks. Jasmine mumbled "See?" The eyes in Flora's roll. "Even a romance that is kept a secret can be romantic." Flora moaned as Jasmine beamed a smile. "Do you like him? Explain it to me straight! The whimpering of Jasmine "Of course I do; if that's the case, should I despise him?" The laugh was on Flora. "What I'm referring to is the flip side, which is things like love..." Jasmine gri

The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the streets tonight. Marco Marchetti has worked as the right hand man for Zeno Silvestri for years, popular businessman to all who knew him on the television screen, and Mafia King in the underworld. Zeno was young, just about to hit thirty. And young hot blood would sometimes need the feel of the hot blood of the opposite sex. That was Marco's reason for being out tonight. He needed to find a perfect willing woman to please his friend and boss. He could easily place a call, and a willing woman would be ready in the next second, but something about the night made him want to explore.

The sweet old man with a love for honeyed oats. “What about old man Francesco? The man treated me so nicely when I visited last time, you should meet him, Matteo. He owns this huge gym on the upper east side where they train his MMA fighters. I spoke to him about sponsoring you.” I speak without thinking and spot the anger in both Matteo and Dimitri’s eyes, Amaranthe’s hand flies to her mouth.