Txt Chicago Novels & Stories

They call me 'Ghost.' The king of mercenaries, feared across the entire black market. But for Madeline, the Godmother of the Chicago Mafia, I walked away from it all. She wanted me by her side, so I became a normal man. We were married for five years. The entire underworld knew she loved me more than life itself. She even had my dagger tattooed next to her family's crest—a permanent mark of loyalty. Until I got the photo from her lover. The bartender was naked, his chest covered in red scratches from her nails. Madeline’s hand, with its red polish, was still on his waist. He’d drawn his name right next to my dagger on her skin. And my wife had let him. "Madeline says I'm the only one who can make her feel like a woman. You can't satisfy her anymore. It's time to make way for a younger man." I didn't reply. I just made a call. "Hello. I need a new identity. And a plane ticket."

Broke waitress Callie Brooks is just trying to survive and keep her sick mother alive, till being at the wrong place at the wrong time, changes the course of her life. She witnesses a murder in an alley she should not have been in, and is subsequently pulled into the life of the most feared man in Chicago, Marcus Vane. Marcus is brilliant, ruthless and dangerously possessive and as it turns out, he knows way more about her than he is letting on. Though he is protective of her, his cold and controlling nature prevents her from believing him and she fights to break free, only to find a much older, much more personal truth. Everything is connected to some dangerous people in power; her mother’s sickness, her father’s death, the poverty in her family, all of it, and Marcus has known for a long time. It might have begun as survival, but for Callie, it has become a war and she must decide whether Marcus is her protector or the biggest threat to her life. The Witness He Owns is a gripping dark romance story filled with secrets and survival, and a second chance at a love that blossoms from a big misunderstanding and a truth that was never supposed to be found.

Xena Cross spent three years married to a man who treated her like a problem he hadn't figured out how to solve yet. Then Adrian solved it publicly, calling her a criminal in front of everyone who mattered in Chicago, with her own sister standing beside him and smiling. She had nowhere to go and no one willing to pick up her calls. Then Dante Yale showed up, got her out, and offered her a deal. Marry him. Take his name. Let him handle the rest. She said yes. She needed a way out and he was offering one. What she didn't know was that Dante had been watching her for three years, that he had the evidence to stop that night before it happened and chose not to, and that every move he has made since was planned long before she had any say in it. The revenge is going exactly as planned, and the world is finally at Xena's feet. But as she falls for the man who saved her, she's about to learn that Dante Yale didn't just find her in the wreckage—he's the one who ensured she crashed.

The tale of three powerful families of Chicago, drama, revenge, love, betrayal turn these people's life up and down. Brian McCoy The last thing I need in my life is a woman, I had enough of these fetal female attractions in my 32 years of life. Do I want a one-night stand or hookups? Sure, I gladly welcome any woman into my bed, but a committed relationship, no, thanks. I will pass on this. However, when the little Miss. Simmons walks into my life, her beauty and elegance are making all part of my body wanting more. As everyone says, This woman is the death of any man, but right this me who is suffering her gentle torture. Inessa: Brian McCoy is the last person in need in my life, his money and arrogance are the most hated in our society. Women throw themselves on his feet while men loath his success, intertwined with him will damage my "society's sweetheart" reputation. Still, I walk towards the fire like a fool, something about those cold blue eyes pulls me so strongly, and I can't deny him, neither does he. Will this the start of an epic love or a dreadful fate?

I was once Fiona's consigliere. I put the Falcone Family in her hands，helping her become the untouchable Don. And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her. It cost me my eyes. She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband. Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered. I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her. But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her. Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed. Crumpled white tissues littered the floor. Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly. "Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you." "Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters." The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night. I completely gave up. After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily. I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.

Five years ago, on her birthday, Joan Lancaster was served with divorce papers by the one man whom she had loved with every fiber of her being. The same man who had sworn to protect her, cherish her, and never betray her, Dean Armstrong. He cast her aside without remorse, replacing her with his secretary and stripping her of everything but her dignity. Broken, wounded, and abandoned, Joan disappeared into the night with secrets only she knew, only to return five years later as a different woman. No longer the trembling, forgiving wife Dean once knew, Joan stepped back into his world as the untouchable Ice Queen, a woman whose rise to power had struck fear in the hearts of the Chicago businessmen. But she wasn't just back, she was back for revenge. And she wasn't going to stop until she stripped her ex-husband of everything that made his name. Once a powerful man, Dean found himself begging the woman he once discarded. The woman who now had the strings to his life and could do with him as she pleased. In a world where love had once broken her, Joan would prove one thing: some women don’t come back to be loved. They come back to be feared.

He was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.

In the Chicago mafia, refusing a powerful man is the same as signing your own death warrant. At twenty-one, Valentina is forced into marriage with Adrian DeLuca— the cold, feared underboss whose first wife died under mysterious circumstances. The rules are clear: obey, stay silent, and never ask about the past. Adrian doesn’t want love. He wants a wife who looks perfect at his side and a mother for his children. Nothing more. Their marriage is built on duty, fear, and carefully maintained distance until Valentina begins to see the cracks beneath his ruthless control. The DeLuca mansion is full of secrets. Locked rooms. Unspoken rules. A five-year-old boy who hasn’t spoken since his mother’s death— until he whispers something that changes everything. “I still see my mom at night.” What begins as a marriage of survival turns into a dangerous search for truth. As Valentina uncovers what really happened to the woman who came before her, she realizes the greatest threat may not be the man she married, but the one everyone believes is dead. In a world where loyalty is deadly and love is a weakness, Valentina must decide who to trust before the truth destroys her marriage… or her life. A dark mafia romance about forced marriage, forbidden secrets, and the woman who refused to stay powerless.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is more of mature content set in a mafia world. Dark romance will be widely explored, abusive language and violent scenes will appear too. Proceed with caution. **** A marriage of three years ended up in divorce. That was not the life Megan Clark envisioned when she married the love of her life Javier. In a span of one day, she lost everything . Her marriage, her father and her wealth, her ex husband took it all. Lorenzo is the ruthless capo who calls the shots in the streets of Chicago He had desired Megan since he laid his eyes on her. Something about her Innocence tingled the most darkest of desires inside him. HE MUST TASTE HER. HE MUST OWN HER. But there's one problem; She is married to his scum of nephew. When a chance presents itself, he swoops her off her feet. He will keep her under any cost. " I want a home, a family and I am willing to work on that. I want to struggle for it because a home with you Lorenzo is worth it, every struggle capo. " I want to have this dream, a fantasy of me and you, growing old with our hands together. Then we will look back and say we lived the dream." A deal, that's all they make. A game, that's what they will play but when the terms of his deal burn him and the game becomes more real, can he really entangle himself from the trap called love?

Every Christmas Eve in Port Saint Giovanni, the Camerlano family hosts the Claiming Rite at Saint Giovanni Manor. Twelve girls stand in a line. Whoever receives the white-gold signet pin becomes the heir’s publicly acknowledged bride candidate. I am Grace Sorrento, the bastard daughter of the Sorrento family. If I do not receive that signet tonight, by sunrise I will be put on a plane to Chicago and married off to a Rizzo, a man rumored to have killed two former fiancées. Adrian Camerlano, the boy I grew up with, swore to me in blood three days ago that the signet would be mine. But when the moment came, his hand turned. With a smile, he pinned it on Lucia, the orphan his family had sponsored. Then he leaned close to my ear. "Let Lucia have her moment. No one has ever really looked at her before. Don’t worry. This is my estate. No one will dare arrange your marriage without my say." I grabbed his sleeve, but he removed my fingers one by one. "Lucia has no roots and no last name. Tonight is all she has. But you are a Sorrento. Even without the signet, no one will touch you." That phrase, no last name, drew every gaze in the ballroom toward me, full of pity and quiet mockery. The next morning, I boarded a flight to Chicago. When Adrian heard, he made one call to Port Saint Giovanni Air Control. "Ground every plane. Nothing leaves today!"