mafia

When Elara’s life is turned upside down by a sudden strategic marriage, she expects control, rules, and a ruthless husband who commands empires without mercy. What she doesn’t expect… is Adrian Laurent. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. A man whose name alone bends markets across Europe. Their marriage isn’t born from love. It’s forged from power. But from the very first night, Elara refuses to be a silent queen in a golden cage. She challenges him. Questions him. Stands beside him — not behind him. And Adrian quickly realizes… she is not a weakness. She is a force. As hidden enemies begin targeting Adrian’s empire, internal betrayal shakes the foundation of his business. A spy buried deep within his organization exposes how far their mysterious enemy is willing to go. But this war isn’t about money. It’s psychological. Someone powerful is watching. Testing. Waiting. And when Elara becomes the true focus of the mastermind’s attention, their marriage transforms from a strategic alliance into something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by power, loyalty is rare. And love? Love is the ultimate vulnerability. In a game of control and dominance, Adrian and Elara must decide— Will they protect each other? Or will the empire burn with them inside it?

No feelings involved—until he became obsessed. ||Mature content|| Desperate to save her mother and escape her father’s debt, Alina signs a sudden contract marriage with Damian Thorn—the powerful heir of the Thorn family. But the man she expected to fear becomes her unexpected protector, spoiling her and tearing down her defenses piece by piece. Alina wanted safety. Instead, she stepped into a world where love is dangerous… And her husband might be the biggest danger of all. Cover by Tieu Man Thau pinterest

When rival mafia families negotiate peace after years of bloodshed, Elena Rossi is forced into an arranged marriage with Alessandro Moretti — the most feared Don in Europe. The union is meant to seal alliances and end violence. But peace in the underworld is fragile. Alessandro is ruthless, emotionally guarded, and dangerously possessive. He makes it clear their marriage is strategic — nothing more. Yet as Elena navigates life inside his heavily guarded mansion, she begins to see cracks beneath his cold exterior. When a rival family targets her to destabilize Alessandro’s empire, he responds with merciless brutality, proving that while he may not claim to love her… he will destroy anyone who dares to touch her. As obsession grows between them, betrayal emerges from within Alessandro’s inner circle. Elena is kidnapped, triggering an all-out mafia war that reshapes the power balance of the underworld. Rescued but forever changed, Elena chooses to stand beside her husband — not as a victim, but as his equal. She becomes the queen the mafia never expected. Just when the empire finally stabilizes and Alessandro confesses his love, Elena disappears without a trace — leaving behind only a black chess piece and a message that threatens to ignite a new war. Because someone powerful has been watching. And they just made the Don’s biggest mistake.

Suo Ran’s life changes the day he’s assigned to protect a mysterious scroll one tied to his father’s death and a conspiracy powerful enough to erase lives. Cai Lang, cold and unreadable, should have been just another rival. Instead, he becomes the one person Suo Ran can’t stay away from… until betrayal shatters everything between them. Lian Ziho stands at his side through it all loyal, gentle, and hiding feelings he knows may never be returned. As secrets surface, memories are lost, and enemies close in, Suo Ran is forced to choose between love, truth, and survival. Because the scroll is more than an artifact. It is a curse tied to nine lives and Suo Ran may already be living his last.

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, I bleed in red, but what about you? Two years ago, Nico made a deal with the devil. To save his family's legacy, he offered himself to Emel—the cold, heartless scion of the city's most brutal syndicate. But promises in the underworld are written in shifting sand. The café burned anyway, and Nico was left with a shattered shoulder, a broken heart, and a debt that shouldn't exist. Now, the collector has come to claim the interest. When Emel's men storm into Nico's life once again, he's given a choice: lose the only thing he has left, or become Emel's pet for ninety days. No pride, and no privacy. Nico is a pretty lion in a cage, battered and bleeding, but far from tamed. He'll sign the contract. He'll walk the halls of Emel's fortress in nothing but shame. But he isn't just there to survive—he's there to find the heart Emel claims he doesn't have, and rip it out. In a game of power where every touch is an insult and every kiss is a command, Nico has to wonder: if he bleeds red for a man who bleeds black, who will be the one left standing when the three months are up?

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

"Imagine spending your entire life fighting a war, only to realize the enemies you were trying to kill... were the ones who gave you life." Marein’s existence is a beautifully crafted lie. Raised in a home built on secrets and trained to be a pawn in a game she doesn't understand, she lives as a stranger to her own blood. She is bound to a family that isn't hers, trapped in a fate she didn't choose. But as the shadows of the past begin to bleed into the present, a terrifying question emerges: Who are her true parents? And why were they placed on the opposite side of her blade? In this journey of blood, betrayal, and dark revelations, stands Ranzo—the man who refuses to be her brother, yet remains the only anchor in her collapsing world. Will Ranzo lead her to the truth, or is he just another layer of the deception? Dive into a tale of revenge and forbidden bonds, where the ultimate truth might be more lethal than the lies. "What happens when the mask falls, and you realize you've been shedding your own blood all along?"

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ In a city ruled by mafia bloodlines and vampire supremacy, survival is not a right—it’s a privilege that has to be earned. Adrian appears to be just a delivery worker trying to keep his mother alive in a world that devours the poor. But because of his bloodline he knows which streets to avoid, which eyes not to meet, and how to stay invisible. He’s learned that discipline keeps you alive longer than courage ever will. But one wrong hallway changes everything. After witnessing a murder meant to erase a past that refuses to stay buried, Adrian finds himself trapped under the control of Lucian Black—a young, untouchable vampire mafia boss whose power bends technology, territory, and lives with effortless precision. Adrian is not killed. He is kept. What begins as containment turns into something far more dangerous as Adrian proves impossible to break, impossible to discard, and increasingly impossible to ignore. Lucian remains cold, distant, unreachable—yet the longer Adrian exists within his world, the more fragile that distance becomes. In a society where vampires determine rank, loyalty is always bought with blood, and obsession is the deadliest currency of all, being wanted can be worse than being hunted. And some bonds, once formed, were never meant to be escaped. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ https://discord.gg/F5N7Ut45X. My book's discord server. Hi guys! it’s me again! This is my Cupid’s Quill entry. I don’t plan to pause my WSA book but I’d appreciate if you guys can support this one first for the next one and half month, please support me. I really want this as a career also I’m very much open to suggestions and corrections. Thanks for your love

In the underworld, there are no saints—only predators. Matthew is one of the most feared. Cold, untouchable, and merciless, he is the silent king of Mercato del Muerte, the black market where weapons, blood, and secrets are sold. Everyone bows to his rules, because those who don’t… vanish. Vinny, another alpha, is his opposite—charismatic, reckless, magnetic. He thrives in chaos, flirting with danger as if it were a game. When he crosses paths with Matthew, it should have been a fleeting rivalry. Instead, he finds himself pulled into Matthew’s world, chained by debts, desires, and a fire he can’t put out. Two alphas. One black market. A dangerous game of dominance and submission where every touch feels like a threat, every kiss tastes like betrayal, and every choice could draw blood. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers. In a world where trust is worth less than a bullet, can Vinny survive Matthew’s hunger—or will he be ruined by it? https://discord.gg/tD8ppQCCw join my discord

Mara wants a simple life, far away from danger. But everything changes the night she crosses paths with Lorenzo—the man everyone fears, the one with blood on his hands and a target on his back. He saves her when he shouldn’t, pulls her into his world without meaning to, and suddenly she becomes the one thing he refuses to lose. Mara knows she should run from him. Lorenzo knows he should let her go. But their lives are already tangled, and every step forward drags her deeper into a truth that could ruin them both. He is danger. She is the exception. And neither of them is ready for what happens when a sinner decides someone is worth protecting.

She died trying to escape her mafia husband. On the night she fled his mansion, gunfire shattered the silence and her last memory was his men closing in. She died believing the monster she married had ordered her death. But fate is cruel. She wakes on the day of their forced marriage, memories intact and terror clawing at her chest. This time, she will escape before it’s too late. Yet the longer she stays, the more her certainty begins to crack. In a world of lies, power, and blood, one question haunts her: Was he truly her executioner… or the only man standing between her and the grave?

DE LUCA He died a nobody. He woke up in 1905 with a system, a suitcase full of money, and a dead grandfather's voice in his head. Brooklyn is a sewer. The docks are full of rats. The immigrants are desperate, and the cops are crooked, and every man with a dream is just another mark waiting to get clipped. Vincent De Luca has 60,000 square feet of empty warehouse space, seven days to buy his first property, and a lifetime of webnovel bullshit telling him he can build an empire from nothing. The world moved forward just fine without him. Now it's going to move his way.

Mark is a broke model-tier hunk trapped in a dead-end life—until he’s sucked into his favorite mafia novel, María. The catch? He’s a side character who dies in the first crossfire. Every. Single. Time. But the Author left him a gift: A System. Every time Mark dies a pathetic, cringe-worthy death, he wakes up with millions of dollars in his bank. From a lowly waiter to a Billionaire Boss, Mark is out to change the script. He’s not just saving the lead actress, María—he’s collecting every dangerous beauty in the underworld. Roll the dice. Get rich. Build the Harem.

Cursed at ten, Izana Grimshaw grew up feared by others and by himself. The night the curse awakened, destroyed his family and left him believing he was a monster, a belief he carries as a permanent mark of his grief. Now a ruthless mafia boss, he hides his light-sensitive green eyes behind a white blindfold while the curse slowly destroys his health. He distrusts physical contact, recoiling from any touch as if it could harm both him and others. At twenty-six, Izana is forced into an arranged marriage with Leah Gryphon, a woman with a past as dark as his own. She tries to help him survive the curse, but he pushes her away, convinced he deserves nothing but isolation. But as hatred turns to understanding, and understanding to something far more dangerous, Izana must face the truth. Love may be the one thing strong enough to challenge the monster he believes himself to be.

The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. “No,” she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn’t stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn’t even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. “H-how did you f-find me?” A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. “Didn’t I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase.” His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. “Now you must be punished, princess.” In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.

In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch. [Disclaimer: This story is very dark and contains a lot of violence. Please do not read it if you cannot handle such content.]

#Mpreg #Mafia #DarkRomance #PowerStruggle #Heir #Moderatepaced During a brutal mafia raid, Alex’s father is murdered in a hate-driven execution, and Alex is taken as collateral by the very syndicate responsible. The Rodrigo brothers. The most feared crime family in the city. Untouchable. Connected to every major corporation. Ruthless enough to erase entire bloodlines. Dragged into the Rodrigo estate, Alex is reduced to survival. He becomes a chef in Antonio’s mansion, his culinary talent the only shield between him and total isolation. Grief hardens into silence. Silence sharpens into calculation. Then one reckless night changes everything. An irreversible act. A second betrayal. And a biological impossibility no one saw coming. Alex is pregnant. In a world ruled by bloodline, succession, and power, the impossible child growing inside him is no weakness—it is leverage. The underworld begins to whisper. Rival syndicates take interest. The Rodrigo empire trembles at the thought of an heir born from captivity. But Alex is done being collateral. If the brothers want legacy, they will bow for it. If they want the child, they will answer to him.