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Blurb. Jake has everything he wants, money, women and power, he can have anything he wants except the one woman he is obsessed with. Kalia Kiari, daughter of an Italian kingpin, who wants absolutely nothing to do with that lifestyle. When all his efforts to get her yield no results, he orchestrates a series of actions that leave her father in his debt and his only daughter Kalia under his power. Jake is a merciless killer, dangerous, fearful and the embodiment of everything Kalia does not want in a man, so why does she crave him so much? She will fight him in every way but how can she fight her attraction towards him?

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Christian said, his voice gruff. I gripped him tighter in my hands, making his eyes roll and pumped him again. “Yes, but it’s too late.” I lowered my mouth onto his hard length. ***** A mixup landed Elisa in best friend’s father’s bed. A widower and billionaire in his late thirties. They vowed to never let it happen again. Except they couldn’t stop. And it easily became a battle between mind, body and heart. After Elisa moves into his house, she realizes her illicit craving is the least of her problems.

Sahabat itu teman yang selalu ada dalam suka maupun duka. Bukan hanya ada saat kau merasa bahagia dia ada, dan saat kau sedih dia tiada. Dengan sahabat kita bisa melewati segala rintangan, bersamanya cobaan seberat apapun akan terasa ringan. Sahabat adalah keluarga ke duamu, bersama mereka kau bebas menjadi apa saja. Ini kisah persahabatan yang tak akan bisa hilang dari ingatan. Tuhan memeprtemukan mereka di waktu yang singkat, begitupun persahabatan ke duanya. Tapi kisah di antara keduanya tak akan mampu terhapus di ingatan. Karena itu semua kekuatan persahabatan yang sesungguhnya. Persahaban tak kan terbatas oleh waktu.

“Is there something I can help you find, love?” His rich, smoky, slightly accented voice made it hard for me to concentrate. “I…uh. I…I was w-wondering w-where the c-coffee maker was.” Was that my voice? Since when did I sound like a sultry sex kitten? I slowly looked up. I was met with his intense baby blues and once again my body, the treasonous bitch, reacted to him. It took all I had to swallow and don’t think I missed for one second the way his eyes followed my natural body function. This man was sex incarnate and if I was being forced to cohabitate with him I was going to have to be extra careful. “I don’t drink that shit.” His mouth pulled to the side in his trademark smirk. “Then what’s in that?” I point to his mug. “It’s tea.” He said, trying not to smile. “Close your mouth, love. Unless you want me to put something in it?” He whispered in my ear.

Saryn, seorang gadis berusia 21 tahun yang sangat cantik dan menggemaskan. Suatu hari saat dia harus bersembunyi bersama adiknya, dan menyaksikan didepan mata kepalanya sendiri saat orang tuanya ditembak mati oleh Arga. Nasib sial membuatnya ketahuan Arga. Arga menjadikan gadis itu wanitanya, dan sang adik disandera agar Saryn bisa setia. Arga sendiri sebenarnya adalah seorang CEO terkenal, tanpa diketahui orang lain, dia sebenarnya adalah Vlad seorang mafia yang terkenal karena kesadisannya. Tak jarang Arga bertindak dengan kasar kepada lawannya. Akankah Arga mampu membuat Saryn tetap menjadi miliknya? Atau justru Saryn akan membalas dendam kepadanya atas kematian orang tuanya?.

“You hired me, to babysit a MAN?” Kiara asked glaring at the Russian mafia don who shrugged. His son stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest as the two men watched the fuming girl in front of them. “I never said ‘babysit’, I merely said ‘keep out of trouble’” the don answered her casually. “He is a man, he would be at least twenty-five…” “I’m twenty-eight, and thank you for noticing that I’m a man” Alessio said stopping her, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Ah, see, he’s even polite” his father said raising an eyebrow at Kiara who ran her fingers through her hair as she processed the situation she was in. “You told me to take care of your son!” “I never said that he was a kid though…” ******************** It all started with a job offer, one that united two different worlds. A girl who’s father is a federal agent, and a man, who was the future Russian mafia don. Her job was simple, keep the man out of trouble. However, what she didn’t know was that this trouble included him being a killer, one who was out for revenge.

Nisha Malhan's dream trip to France turned hell when she was kidnapped and sold to the Mafia Lord 'The Demon' Avyaan Rathore. After being sold to him, she thought her life would be easier with the hopes of getting help from him to return to her home, in India. However, her hopes were shattered when Avyaan took her to Belgium from France as he didn't want to risk her escaping. When everything is getting tough for Nisha as there is no hope of returning home and Avyaan can't take the risk to let go of her, the situation keeps moving when Avyaan's continuous approach to reach Nisha's heart brings no results. What will happen between them? Will Avyaan be successful in making Nisha fall for him? Or Nisha will escape from the Mafia's cage. Or will Avyaan lose his patience and Nisha will get to see the real monster he is. Will this tale of Nisha being auctioned can turn into a tale of love?

Olivia held out a glass of water, "Nothing to worry." She took it from her and nodded. She gulped the water hard from her throat. Liam would be furious. She was aware. His anger still scared her. They all left the room. Her heart began to thud thud in her ears. She didn't lift her head to watch him. She felt him. They left the room and did not say a word. He towered over her. She kept looking at her hands, looking at the circles over the tips of her fingers. "You'll take care of yourself or abortion," She heard him.

Being assigned to become the personal guard of a mafia boss is already a difficult task. Becoming his guard and carrying his child at the same time? Near impossible. “The baby isn’t yours.” Luciano smirked, a deadly glint flashing in his eyes. “Oh, really?” he asked, one of his eyebrows raised. He walked closer to me, each of his steps resonating in the dark room. I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. It has been three long years since I’ve last seen him, but why has he even gotten hotter than before? “I’m going to ask you once more,” he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head up high, determined not to succumb to his charm. “Is she mine?” I shook my head. “Definitely not yours.” His jaw ticked, and he looked to the side before leaning his face even closer to mine, his hot breath hovering over my lips. I held in my breath and watched the alluring movement of his lips. “Then, which scoundrel does that child belong to?” I placed both of my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “Why? What are you going to do about it if you know?” He tilted his head to the side and smirked. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.