There Will Come Soft Rains

She was born into a Mafia Family. She enjoyed being the Mafia Boss. She wanted to be accepted as the Ruthless Female Mafia Boss. But, true love conquers her without warning, making her soft, pliable, and weak. Her future in a Mafia World collapsed and tumbled down. Her siblings evolved as one of the Ruthless Mafia Families in the Dark World. Could it be the end of her reign, or success, and take revenge?

Cole Britt only wanted one night stands with women he could please with his money. Karen Benson wasn't one of those women, she was a billionaire with the perfect body. An arranged marriage that was supposed to bind them forever fails and when they meet a second time, Karen Benson is no longer the soft heart he knew. She is back, harsh, stronger and prepared for payback... or is she going to fall in love with him this time?

Jean Anna is a shy soft spoken person but feisty when provoked. Prince Andrei Sebastiani is a professional playboy who gets any girl he wants anytime. He doesn’t do relationships but when his and Jean Anna’s paths cross, he knows he has to have her but Jean proves stubborn much to his chagrin. “No” isn’t a word in a Sebastiani’s dictionary because whatever Andrei wants; he gets.

Just then, he pulled her closer to him and placed his hands softly on her waist. Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. She stared right back into his eyes and nodded in consent. Ronnie smiled at her softly. She could tell he was pleased by her approval. He pulled her closer again. This time, so his body was brushing against hers. Her boobs were touching his broad and chiseled chest. He could see her black bra through the dress she wore which showed off her cleavage. It drove him wild seeing them. She felt him nudging at her lower thighs. He felt really big she thought. He breathed deeply as he ran his hands through her hair and face. He softly held her chin up closer to his face so his lips could touch her soft moisturized lips and then he kissed her. Her lips felt so soft he couldn’t stop kissing them. She wondered if she had finally found the perfect guy to prove to her friends she’s a real lover girl and not a nonchalant girl who hates or doesn’t really care about love.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

Aurora Blackwood believed that love could grow over time. She trusted her husband. She trusted her best friend. Until one night, all that trust shattered in a single, unforgivable betrayal. But Aurora was not a woman who would fall apart and weep. With a smile that remained soft, she began to play a far more dangerous game—a revenge that was slow, cold, and lethal. Because this time… she would not be the one who was destroyed.

On Christmas night, I've roasted a whole turkey and paired it with the finest red wine. Then, I quietly wait for my boyfriend, Don Carlo Carlione from the Carlione family, to come home to me. When Carlo steps through the front door, he doesn't even spare me a glance. Instead, he throws his blood-stained coat onto the couch and starts undoing his cufflinks. "Something important is going on at the family HQ tonight, so I can't celebrate Christmas with you tonight." He sounds very casual, as though he's talking about the weather. I don't respond to him at all. Instead, I just slice my turkey quietly. Later on at 1:00 am, Carlo's ex-girlfriend, Lucia Caruso, uploads a social media post right on time. In the photo, she can be seen resting her head against Carlo's shoulder. The background shows a night sky filled with fireworks overcasting a grand bridge. The caption reads, "He told me he can always keep me company as long as I say the word." I don't hurl my phone in a fit of anger, nor do I call Carlo to demand for answers hysterically. Instead, I just leave a like on the post. 30 seconds later, Carlo calls me. For once, his voice is tinged with a hint of alarm. "This is just a misunderstanding! I'll definitely celebrate next Christmas with you!" I just shake my head with a soft sigh. "It's a shame that there's no next Christmas for us ever again."

They say he's a devil in a man's disguise. He destroys everyone who comes in his way to get something but they don't know that... Devils aren't born, they're made. He's ruthless, he's compassionate, he's aggressive, his heart is as tender as a new bud. No one knows that he's a broken soul yearning for love. "Hunter, please let me go." Her words come out more like a moan as his teeth grazed the soft skin of her slender neck. Her fingers buried into his thick hairs as his hands are doing unforbidden things to her own. "Shhh...breathe, Anna. I am not going to eat you. You're too precious to be lost and you're mine. Only mine, my kitten." He whispers in her ear and next she feels her lips being captured for a toe curling kiss. Anna Harris' world turned upside down when she woke up in a hotel's luxurious room with a sore body specially the pain between her legs. She felt completed thinking she lost her virginity to her lover but she hadn't the slightest idea that she fell into the hands of the devil himself, Hunter Storm, the mafia leader of Rivas gang. Heartbroken, homeless and humiliated when her father got arrested. She has no place to go with her family.When she's on the verge of loosing all hopes to keep her family alive, Hunter steps in offering his help.

My wife cheats on me after five years of marriage. Standing at the doorway, I hear her whisper to her lover in a soft voice, "What are you afraid of? He's broke and pathetic. Do you think that he dares to divorce me?" I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket in my hand. I have just won 60 million dollars a moment ago. This time, I will see who is the broke and pathetic one!