Silent Lover 2 Novels & Stories

Nero Vitiello is the son of Luca and Emma Vitiello. He took over the outfit as soon as he turned 21. The hard life of the mafia made him colder than his father. He never thought he would hold a gun at 12 and a man. But he did. An ambush on his father when he was not expecting it, forced Nero to hold a gun a , and three people. It made him understand the world he is living in much clearly than he already does. The easy-going boy died that day, and a cold mafia boss was born. After taking over the outfit, Nero began to lead with an iron fist and he decided to infiltrate his enemies. In one of those attempts, he went undercover and began to act as a guard to his enemy's daughter, Chloe. An innocent girl, who is a victim of this world and his enemy's fiance, who was trapped in to that marriage. He killed that man before he could marry Chloe. He thought it's the last time he would see Chloe. But fate has other plans for them, one which include them falling in love.

When life hits her hard and she has no other choice but to sign the divorce papers thrown at her by her husband, Vivian's life takes another turn when she faces her past once again. In order to take revenge on her ex-husband, she has to marry her ex-lover, who offers to help her get back at her ex-husband; his business rival. During their contractual marriage, their love seems to reopen, bringing them together, but there is an obstruction; his childhood crush. Will Vivian give up on him once again? Will she fight for the one she loves? For her baby girl?

A faint moan escaped her lips as Williams released her mouth and attacked her neck. He sucked on her his favorite spot making sure to leave a mark there just as how a wolf would leave a mark after he claim his mate.      "You are mine" He whispered as he moved away from her.    Raw frustrating was only want she could feel as Melissa opened her eyes to find herself in Williams's arms. Even when she feels like she hates him, she wants more of what only he can give her.    She still wants his lips on her and every other place it would be after there. She wants to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him closer, screaming his name as they climax in a rough ride of blissful pleasure.    "Let's make it a contract" Williams gave her the pen.     Just as if her brain had just started working, Melissa blinked. She stared widely at the pen than at Williams's face.   His lips look pink and inviting, his eyes still have that dark glitters it always has whenever he wants her. Even as he held the pen to her face, his eyes were not glued to hers, they were staring at her slightly swollen lips.     She sucked in her lower lips and blinked innocently.    "Fvck!!!" Williams groaned "You know what you do to me whenever you do that!" He smirked and lean closer to her "But let's make an agreement first".

Everything was going downhill. Caterina Mari Santelli is having trouble. At first she struggled to remember who the man in her hospital room was. Now, she doesn't exactly know if she loves him or hates him even more (the thought of planning a wedding to a man you hate isn't exactly inviting). She's also in distress knowing that her plans aren't going the way she planned. To add to her list of dilemmas, she's having PTSD and is afraid to even hold a gun, much more shoot one. Lucas De Marchi is just a dazed man walking. Something warm towards Caterina was building inside of him. He knows exactly what that feeling is and knows exactly how dangerous it is. But despite his efforts to stop his feelings, he always finds himself doing dirty business with her or for her. He's confused about Mari, and he's worried about his family and his sanity. To finally put that luscious cherry on top, Matteo Santelli, Caterina's uncle, has heard of her and Lucas' soon-to- be-wedding and is mad for being uninvited. Now the church doors are open. Only problem is, no one knows exactly if it's for a wedding or a funeral.

Catherine thinks that her life is perfect-- she has a boyfriend who is kind and loving and family that considers her a true blood relative. But it was all delusion that was shown to him by the people around him who wer showy because of her money. But when she discovers the truth from her grandfather

Not every love story ends in a tragedy, hopefully. Six years after their separation they're brought back together and this time K isn't letting her go without a fight. Just like every couple that wants to thrive in their relationship, they have battles to fight and this time not just Khalil's family but from Rina's family that she tried so hard to keep away from. "We're not the typical clichés."

My husband, Dante, the Consigliere of the Falcone family, and I hated each other more than any two people on earth. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. I hated him because his heart had never been mine. We shared a bed for seven years, but the words we exchanged most were not of love, but of venomous curses. But on the night a rival family's motorcade stormed the estate, everything changed. I remember the firefight lighting up half the city. Dante threw himself in front of me, shielding me with his body. "Survive," he said, his voice as steady as ever. He drew his gun. As he turned to face them, a hailstorm of bullets erupted. As armor-piercing rounds tore through his vest and slammed into his body, he turned to look at me. It was the only time in seven years he had ever looked me in the eye. His large frame barred the doorway, stopping any gunman from crossing the threshold. "If there's a next life, promise me this, Principessa. Let me protect the one I was always meant to." That night, the glory of our family turned to ash, and the streets ran red with blood. As our enemies closed in, I triggered the explosives in the car. The flames consumed everything. When I opened my eyes again, I was walking into my father's study. "The family in Ashpoint needs a bride to seal a truce," I said, meeting the gaze of my father, the Don of the Falcone family. "I'll go." In my past life, he died believing he had failed my half-sister, Sofia. This time, I wouldn't let that regret haunt him. I would take Sofia's place and board the flight north. Let Sofia stay. Let Dante protect the woman he was meant to protect. But why, when he lifted the white veil of the woman he loved in this life, did he regret it?

While I'm waiting for my vasectomy to start, I see a popular question trending on a forum. "What's the best revenge for a man?" An anonymous answer is upvoted all the way to the top of the comment section. "By stealing everything he's proud of while playing the role of his best friend, of course! To be honest with you, this is how I treat my childhood friend, too. "Before he realizes it, his parents already view me as their biological son. The company has bestowed upon me a position that's superior to his. His wife even gave her virginity to me at the new home he had personally decorated and refurnished. His children are actually mine, and they are super clingy to me! "Because of something I said, his wife made him get a permanent vasectomy. He actually agreed to it. At this rate, that bastard will never be able to have his own children!" Some people are shocked, while others don't hesitate to berate the anonymous poster. But the majority of the commenters are more confused than anything. "What sort of deep-rooted grudge do you have against your childhood friend, though? Why is your revenge going this far?" That poster is surprisingly honest. "Actually, it's nothing much. This friend of mine is superior to me in any way since we were kids. But he's also a smug and arrogant one who doesn't really seem to care about anything at all. "I don't like that attitude of his, so I've come up with this scheme and stolen everything from him. Take now, for example. He's waiting for his vasectomy procedure at the hospital, while I'm hugging his wife right now. In fact, I plan on depleting this entire box of contraceptives!" The latest photo the online poster has uploaded shows a box containing 13 condoms. As for the background, it happens to be my home.

You think your father died on his own? No , you are absolutely wrong , I killed him , I killed him for separating us in our past life and I'm going to take revenge on Everyone that separated you from me , Mohana roar angrily with her eyes despicting fire and hatred , and as for the other woman , I'm going to get rid of her very soon , she has been an obstacle in my mission to bring you back to me . I am the bride of the desert and the desert listen to the voice of its bride. 300 years ago during the reign of the Kings ,A servant fell in love with the prince and the heir to the throne but what happens when he came back with another Beautiful lady whom he eventually marries? She isn't ready to take off the Obssessed feelings she has for the prince and she won't spared anyone ,who tries to stop in her mission to get the prince even after 300 years has passed but she must first have a fierce battle with the protective shield of the Prince :YASHODHA AND VANDANA , will she succeed ? Or is there more to the entire story than what meets the eyes? Read.

CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 1 [Also known as PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS] 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 When my mother's declining health forced me to reconsider my career options, my boss steered me in an unexpected direction. The was simple: get in, get the information, and get the out. Except, it wasn't that easy. Especially when my target was the most nefarious man alive in New York. The closer I got to him, the more I saw sides of him I never expected. He burned me with his scorching touch, demanding and eager gazes. He was determined to have me at all costs. One might think he would stop at that, but—devil, help me—he needed more. More than I was ready to give. There was a reason I never wanted to the Underworld. When my past came crashing onto my doorstep, every lie unravelled, but nothing prepared me for the worst. The truth about the connection between the man I desired and my dead sister. 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 We all know what they say about sweet things: when consumed excessively, they turn from savoury to bitter. That was what she was. A poor excuse for a sweet I wanted to devour. I wanted to make her suffer with the same intensity. She deserved it. And so did her scheming sister. Only, I didn’t know the latter was dead, and I might be the one at fault. But did that stop me from craving her? , no. My desire to have her magnified. She became mine the moment she walked into my life with those hauntingly blue eyes. She could give me the one thing I never had in life: happiness. But being the master at ruining everything, how could I ever be the man she wanted me to be?