Speak Softly Godfather

She was innocence wrapped in temptation. He was the devil who ruined everything she loved. When twenty-year-old Lila is sent to spend the summer at Damien Wolfe’s isolated estate, she steps into a world of luxury, control, and ice-cold stares. Damien is powerful, commanding, and twice her age, exactly the type of man she should fear. But Lila didn’t come here by chance. She came with a purpose. Because Damien Wolfe isn’t just her godfather’s old friend, he’s the man who destroyed her mother’s life. The man Lila has dreamed of confronting since she was old enough to understand betrayal. But nothing prepared her for the pull between them. For the way his darkness draws her in, or the way her touch makes him unravel. What began as quiet revenge turns into something far more dangerous—DESIRE. And when the truth surfaces, it will either ruin them both… or bind them forever in the most twisted love of all.

The brooding CEO captivated his lover in his mafia world' The Sicilian mafia. While trying to find her real family, on a trip to Sicily, Italy. Lucya got kidnapped by a mafia who is young and dashing head of the Mafia gang. Maximo Sergio Guillermo is a loner who lost his family in a dreadful moment. The brooding billionaire has secrets that he refuses to unveil to anyone. After Maximo tells Lucya that he feels powerless around her, she used his weakness to escape from his grip. But fails every time. Their love seemed to be impossible, but when the Godfather of Mafia finds himself submerged in love everything begins to seem possible. Maximo believes that anything he sets his eyes on is his. Maximo conquered her then broke her. She was bound to follow his leads. Later Maximo unveils his secrets which scattered both of them. But after finding out the truth, will Lucya accept him? A slow burn mafia romance short story.

With a slight blush of embarrassment, she nods, and her boss smiles. " You know it isn't free, right?" Even though she can't speak, she made up her mind to do it for her grandparents. "yes," she says as tears run down her cheeks. "Okay good, a deal is a deal," he said with a smirk.

"I want three things..." He whimpered softly. "To see you...to touch you and to kiss you...Red" "Red?" I mumbled softly, staring into his sapphire eyes. "It fits you, just like the color of your hair," his lips curved into a smirk. "And you are mine from now on... Red" ~~~~~~~~ All Ava wanted wanted was to get revenge on the man that had ruined her entire life. To slip into his life, break down his walls and get rid of him but never would she have thought it would come with a price. She wanted revenge but instead... she was tempted and trapped by the wrong Alpha.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

Hate You Until I Don’t Ave Carter swore she’d never speak to Blake Monroe again—not after he humiliated her and destroyed their friendship. But when they’re forced to partner for a school competition, old sparks ignite beneath the bitterness. Enemies, ex-best friends… and maybe something more. In a school full of whispers and second chances, can hate turn into something worth risking again?

“You are not human or one of us.” I broke the silence. “What are you?” I wanted to know. Her smell was very strange, lingering softly in the air. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was like a sweet herb with a hint of something spicy. It pulled me in, triggering in me a hidden desire to know more about this girl. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and balled her little gloved hands into fists. When the mysterious woman arrives at Grey Moon, an elusive werewolf pack hidden deep in the mountains, neither she nor the Alpha and his pack could have anticipated the adventures that fate had in store.

Raven: Her past is troubling, dark and twisted. She keeps everyone on the outside, and buries her dark past beneath the surface. Emmit, Grayson, Ashton: Her new stepbrothers. Each facing their own darknesses, together push Raven to speak about the past, and vow to protect those around her. This book is dark; it has a stalker/murder vibe, reverse harem, mafia, and s*x and alcohol used as a vice. Not for the faint hearted.

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."