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To catch her sister's murderer, Talulla Calapati, a nameless eccentric mystery writer has to retrieve the darkest fear she deemed to forget - her memories. While on the midst of searching, she accidentally witnessed a murder of a fifteen-year-old girl in the old abandoned mansion on the hill. The murderer was the beauty of their town - Geneviève Sanarez. She quickly ran to the Police Station and reported the incident. However, because of her profession, no one believed her. Police declared that it was only a product of her imagination when no corpse has discovered. But, Talulla is determined to stop this killer, even if it costs her everything-including her own life.

Abigail has been living alone in her small apartment since her mother died two years ago. She's a scholar in a prestigious school and always top of her class. She has multiple jobs just to support her daily expenses. She works as a waitress in a restaurant near their school after their class and at the bar every Saturday night as a waitress. She doesn't have a boyfriend since birth. Her reason always is no guy appealed to her or the guy that was fated for her didn't come yet. But she was sick of her friends Cora and Mia forcing her go to on blind dates which always ended in a disaster. When she saw a hot handsome guy at the mall who captivated her eyes, she didn't hesitate to snap a picture of him, show it to her friend, and say. "THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND." Without knowing that simple picture will turn her life upside down.

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

PART1&2 OF LOLA AND NIKO'S STORY. . . .Wives are for children and whores are for fucking. Learn to be both and you'll do just fine. . . ~Page 2 of the mafia rules as written by Eva Camilla Salvatore, wife of the previous capo dei capo of la Italian famiglia~ Lola is not your normal average teenage girl. She has always known that her family is part of the Mafia. A few days after her eighteenth birthday, she comes back from school and hear the most shocking news that leaves her frightened to the bone. She had been promised to the most ruthless man in the New York Family, the underboss and soon to be Boss, Dominiko Salvatore. And he is coming to collect what is His.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

DARK ROMANCE!My back hit the wall, I was trembling in fear because of his close proximity. He was so angry that his veins were popping out from his neck, his jaw was clenched. I didn't dare to look at his eyes."Look at me!" He roared.I didn't muster the courage to look at his evil eyes so, I kept my head low, squeezing myself in to the wall. His hot and raged breath was fanning my face. In an instance he moved closer flushing his body against mine. A whimper left my mouth and I put my hands on his chest to create some distance but he didn't even budge."M-mov-e away." She stuttered badly.The next moment he punched the wall so hard just right next to my head, and I close my eyes in fear as new set of tears welled up in my eyes.The next thing he held my jaw with his one hand and jerked my face up.My eyes met his and.............

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

"Please Xavier, let me go" "How can you say that my Rosebud when you know you're only mine, YOUR FUCKING MINE" What happens when Rosaline Browns comes to know on her wedding day that the love of her life, Xavier Knight, is none other than the most wanted criminal, a dangerous mafia of a fearsome gang and not to forget is a sick psycho......

Warning: 18+Camelia's life was destroyed when someone forcefully took her and married her. She was tired of living at the tender age of 18. Her days were more agonizing than death. She was saved by the mafia king Lucifer Martinez. Naive, innocent Camelia began thinking of him as her hero. But was he really her hero? Or he was worse than the worst villains? Was Camelia walking into a one-way road with Lucifer? Will her story end happily or she will be just a playtoy of Lucifer?Read this story and be a part of Camelia and Lucifer's journey.

“ It was not Love but a game! ” ANASTASIA ADAMS, used to live her life alone, away from the filthy business of her Mafia Father; WILLIAM ADAMS. When one day he called her back home, as an unfamiliar enemy has risen to wreck them. Not conscious of the truth of Twisted Mafia world, she fell in love with the wrong person. The man who walked down the path of vengeance, BEAST. He was Vengeful, Cold, Ruthless and the worst Mafia around. His heart was void of any variety of emotions, which turned him into a monster. What will happen when he will kidnap her and show her, his real face? What will happen when she finds out, that he was the danger, she was supposed to be conscious of? What will happen when she becomes his favourite prey? ~He leaned down, till their noses touched and whispered, “Did you think it was love?” He laughed looking away and licked his lips up, while his gaze travelled from her eyes, that had been glaring at him hatefully, to her lips, that looked as delicious and eye-catching as ever. “No, Angel!” He leaned closer and she ought to feel his hot breath hitting her face. She clenched her eyes closed and thrashed again, to get out of the chains keeping her down, which proved to be of no use. He leaned nearer and their lips slightly touched, sending the acquainted tingles down her spine. His gaze was fixed at her plump lips when he whispered, “It is Just a Game!”