7524 Book(s) Related to Target Down - The Ghost Assassin

“Your pussy is dripping, begging for me to use it.” He whispered, his deep and sexy voice sending my whole body on fire. His fingers brushed over my clit, slowly down my entrance.

“Fuck, you are so damn tight.” He muttered, sliding two fingers in and began finger-fucking me.

“Please,” I breathed, needing more.


After being kicked out of the house by her parents and rejected by the man who got her pregnant. Abigail was left on the street which led to the loss of her baby.

But what she never expected was being kidnapped by the same man who killed her father. The ruthless and mafia Don, who the rumours has it that he doesn't have a heart. He radiates danger but couldn't bring herself to hate him.

Will she survive his obsession or will she be destroyed by it?

When Alcee Mariani turns twenty-one, she knows her time is up. Her family has arranged her marriage from the time she was twelve to the future Don of the Lozano family, Torquato "The Grizzly" Lozano. He's rumored to be cold, cruel and heartless and he's a full ten years older than she is.
Selling her virginity online is a surefire way to make sure The Grizzly cancels the agreement and when she lets her father know she's sold it to the highest bidder and never got his real name, the contract is ended but so is her association with her own family.
Six years later she is no longer the treasured principessa of the Mariani family, but the single-mother to a five-year old boy who bears an uncanny resemblance to the man to whom she sold her innocence.
Torquato Lozano has searched for the woman who left him high and dry after an incredible night of passion nearly six years ago. When he stumbles across her in a newly purchased company working as an IT tech, he's stunned to find out she's the woman his family arranged him to marry so many years before. A perusal of her file tells him she didn't leave their rendezvous all those nights ago empty handed. Her little boy is the spitting image of him, right down to his massive size.
When Alcee's family realize they are losing out on a lucrative financial alliance they should have been part of, it starts a war. With enemies appearing at every corner, Alcee and Torquato will need to let the past go and work together to keep their son alive. Their passion will reignite as they strive to keep their family safe and forge a new power to take over the New York criminal underworld.

Billionaire by day. Mafia don by blood.

Lorenzo Valenti rules the city through power, fear, and absolute control. He never loses command until Aurora Hale crosses his path. A brilliant surgical intern with a buried past, Aurora makes a reckless bargain when her brother is trapped in the Valenti syndicate: herself in exchange for his life.

Lorenzo accepts,but he doesn’t want loyalty. He wants submission.

Pulled into a world of dark luxury and forbidden desire, Aurora discovers she may be the only woman capable of destroying the king of the underworld or saving him.

Dangerous passion, deadly secrets. A love that could start a war.

A plate of fried rice and beef, along with a cup of water, was pushed into the room for me before it shut.

I ran to pick it up and then sat down on the floor to eat. I don't care where the food came from or whether it is poisonous or not.

Besides, I was extremely hungry. i devoured the food like a lion before gulping the water down my throat.

However, the door opened in no time, and two women entered, carrying a grave face and a nylon bag in their hands.

Without any warning, one of them grabbed me from the floor and dragged me towards the bathroom.

"Who are you?" "Let me go!" I yelled at them, but my screams fell on deaf ears, and their grip tightened.

They rough-handled me in the bathroom, pulling my clothes fiercely before bathing me. I tried to protest, but I only got a series of slaps, making me go numb and tired.

After the bathing section, they sat me down on the dressing table. They began to style my hair into a bun. Behind my head before, I was forced to wear a black bra, black pants, and a net gown, leaving my body half exposed.

I gripped my chest, trying to cover my breasts that were exposed to the naked eyes.

Before I could think of anything else, a blindfold was tied around my eyes again and my hands were chained with handcuffs, and I felt my body rise from the stool by the hands of the women, then I felt my bare feet cleaning the floor as I was dragged away. "Where are they taking me to?!"

Salvatore Romano is the cold, calculated and feared silent ruler of the Italian underworld. Never breathing a word unless necessary and when he does, people either listen or they disappear. He is very ruthless and obsessive about control that just his name alone sends shivers down spines from Milan to Palermo. He trusts no one and especially not women.

So what happens when he mistakenly kidnaps a woman… Who turns out to be an outspoken investigative journalist?

And a rival mafia group leaves her life hanging on a thread, because they thought she'd be their leverage to Mafia Romano.

Elena Moretti is known for digging up stories no one dares to touch. She is fiercely independent, and unknowingly tied to secrets her own father keeps buried deep. She’s everything Salvatore hates but definitely everything he can’t stay away from.

She was never meant to be a pawn in his war. But just one kiss, one secret, and … she’s no longer a mistake.

She became his obsession.

Can Elena escape the impending darkness or will she become part of it? What happens when her next big story is the man who owns her heart?

What will Salvatore do when she betrays him to the Press?
And what happens… when the journalist falls for the villain?

The year Caleb loved me more than anything, he cut all ties with the entire Donovan mafia family, gave up his heir title, and ran away from New York with me to live on the lam out of state.
But one day, after hauling contraband and working three side jobs till his heart flared up and he coughed up blood, I took the six-million-dollar check his mom handed me and watched as his family’s guards dragged him onto a private helicopter.
He clung tight to the cabin frame, begging me not to leave like a man losing his mind.
I tossed every last dollar he’d scraped and saved for me right into the freezing pool, sneering that the tiny amount he’d managed to earn would never buy me a Steinway grand—not in a million years.
A dead-broke wreck like him had no right to talk about a future together.
Five years later, we crossed paths at an upscale charity gala.
I swallowed every ounce of my pride and begged him to lend me a sum of cash.
He said yes—on one condition. I’d be the private pianist for his engagement party, forced to sit there and watch him live out his perfect engagement for everyone to see.
I agreed without a second thought.
He’d never have the slightest clue why I was desperate for that money.
It was all to save a little girl.
A little girl who shared his blood.

‘I had not expected to breed you, little girl.’ He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,’ You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, but there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.’
My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him?
The young innocent woman and the older, heartless Mafia Boss who cannot have enough of her.

When the cynical, jaded Mafia Don Lucien Delano, meets eighteen-year-old, Proserpina Martinez, she falls in love with him without realizing that she is just a plaything for him. By the time she comprehends reality, it is too late. Pregnant and alone the spirited young woman does something that takes the Don by surprise.
She runs away.
But the Don has never had a woman dump him; He is the one who leaves them, Incensed, he sets out to get them back
What happens next?
Read it to find out how the stormy, passionate lovers battle their emotions and themselves.

Ariel Bennett is one of the most popular rising stars in the music industry, beautiful, untouchable, adored. But behind closed doors, her world is a cage built on control, threats, and a routine of being pimped out to satisfy powerful men.

When one of those men is killed, with her as the only witness, she’s forced into a deal with the most dangerous man she has ever met.

Vincent Russo.

It’s that or she dies.


Vincent Russo only had one goal when he decided to keep Ariel alive that night: use her for his operation, then erase her existence when it was over.

That was until a coup was formed against him, and he had to seek refuge with her to regroup and strategize.

Without warning, feelings start to grow, tension becomes palpable, and he finds himself becoming vulnerable around her, which he hates but can't help.

When the danger of his world looms even closer and puts her in danger, he can't help but ask himself a question...

Was he selfish enough to hold onto her when he's everything she should be running away from?

"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir."


If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car.

My father remarked, "She's all yours,"

"Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free.


Years have passed...

"My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall.

"Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face.


"Son!" Antonio applauded.

"What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father.

He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow.

He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos.

I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo.

Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt.


Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?

I've signed five blood-bound annulment contracts with my mafia don husband, Killian.
Each and every time, he fed me the same line: "When this is over, we'll tie the knot again."
But every single one of those "things" was for the same woman: Seraphina Moretti.
We ended our marital bond for the first time, and I sobbed, begging him to tell me if his love for me had ever been real.
He clamped his hold on my jaw hard enough, enunciating every word coldly: "Elara, that doesn't matter."
When the second annulment rolled around, I was mocked openly at the family gala.
I locked myself away in the ensuite bathroom and sliced open my wrists; blood trickled along the tile grout.
My best mate tracked me down to find me trembling.
It wasn't the wound's ache making me shake, though—Killian was somewhere on the estate that very night, yet he never bothered to pop by and check on me once.
By the third split, I'd taught myself never to shed a tear in his presence.
On the fourth occasion, I even took it upon myself to ask him flat-out: "What sham do you need me to play along with now?"
He froze for the longest moment, said nothing at all in the end.
Now we're here for the fifth annulment.
He thought he only needs to click his fingers and I'll trot back to remarry him just as I've done all the previous times. What he did not know is this:
This time, I'm disappearing from his life for good.

Eight years ago, I was forced to marry Sicily's most dangerous man.

Louis De Santis, heir to the Santis crime family, decided he wanted me. Right in front of me, he brutally tortured and killed my fiancé Alessandro, then dumped the body in the ocean for the sharks. He used Alessandro's blood to write threats on the wall to my parents—I had no choice but to walk into that fortress he called home.

Louis was obsessed with me to the point of madness. He took bullets for me during family wars, got down on his knees and begged the family elders when they questioned his choice. Under that twisted kind of love, I gradually fell for him and gave him a son—Marco.

For five years, I thought I'd found happiness.

Until year eight, when the Corleone family sent their "peace offering"—Angelina Corleone. This innocent-looking woman effortlessly stole Louis's heart. He had the nerve to announce: "You two are going to get along."

I couldn't stand the betrayal, so I secretly reached out to other families to try getting rid of Angelina.

I got caught.

In his rage, Louis strung up 5-year-old Marco above the blast furnace at the steel mill.

"NO! Please! He's just a child!" I rushed toward Louis frantically, but his men held me back.

Molten steel roared inside the furnace at 2912°F. Scorching heat blasted upward as little Marco dangled just ten feet above the flames.

My heart nearly stopped.

"Mommy! Help me! It's so hot! So hot!" Marco screamed in terror.

"Put him down! Please!" I fell to my knees, begging desperately, "Kill me! Kill me instead! Don't hurt Marco!"

"Nod and let her stay, and I'll let him down." Louis coldly began counting down: "TEN!"

I watched Marco's little body writhing in agony from the heat.

"NINE!"

Sweat and tears blurred my vision.

"EIGHT!"

"I agree! I AGREE!" I broke down screaming, "She can stay! Please let Marco down!"

Louis smiled with satisfaction and stopped counting, about to signal his men.

Then—

"SNAP!"

The rope suddenly broke!

"NOOO—!"

Time seemed to freeze. I watched helplessly as Marco's tiny body plummeted.

"THUD!"

He fell into the furnace.

In an instant, he was gone.

I completely shattered, blood spurting from my mouth as I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back to the day Louis first brought Angelina home.

This time, I'm going to make him pay!

"She’s boring now. Dead eyes. No spark. I’m just pretending my memory is stuck at nineteen so I can punish my wife without her leaving me."
Standing in the shadows, I listened to my mafia husband confess his sick game to the doctor. By day, he played the devoted boy who once took a bullet for me, crying over my scars.
By night, he trapped me in pitch-black elevators, letting his men rip my clothes and take photos—all to make his mistress laugh.
He thought my trauma made me weak. He thought heavy sedatives would make me forget.
He didn't know I spat the pills out the moment he turned his back.
Valentino, you played me again.
But this time, I will never give you another chance. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

After ten years off the radar, I show up to a class reunion in a worn-out jacket.
To my classmates, Blake is the untouchable winner—money, power, a single word and everyone raises a glass. I’m the loser: broke, jobless, here for a free meal and maybe a handout.

They don’t know Blake isn’t a finance prodigy. He’s a money-laundering drug lord the feds have been tailing.
And they don’t know I’m not here to beg—I used to do the CIA’s dirty work in the dark. Now I wear a different name, and I specialize in finishing what others can’t.

When police lights seal the building and the signal goes dead, Blake locks the doors and turns everyone into leverage.
In that moment of panic, they realize the truth: on this floor, I’m the only one who can set the rules with Blake.

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️
This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story.

But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention?

I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything.

His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?"
I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing."

I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed.

Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care.
I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

I spent seven years being Preston Maddox's personal errand girl.

Did his homework, took his father's belt for him, cut off every friend I had because he said he didn't like me talking to other guys.

I told myself that if I was good enough, patient enough, he'd eventually see me.

Then came the school's centennial gala. In front of everyone, he locked me, a girl with severe aquaphobia, inside a water tank filled to the brim with ice-cold water, so Vanessa Sinclair could have a pretty backdrop for her ballet number.

The audience roared. He watched Vanessa take her bow with this soft, adoring smile on his face. The only time he glanced at me was when he noticed I'd made a mess, and all he did was wrinkle his nose.

The water rose over my head, and something in me finally understood.

To Preston Maddox, I wasn't even worth as much as a dog.

If a dog was drowning, its owner would at least care.

Me? I just disgusted him.

“Oh yes, more. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I arch my body, reaching the height of intimacy—until a sharp gunshot snuffs out all pleasure. This is how I die in Vito’s arms at twenty-three, four years from now.
Reborn at nineteen, I have one goal: save money, escape to Switzerland, and never cross his path again.
Yet fate traps me once more in his bed. I surrender, trying to set boundaries. “Don’t worry, Don. I have a fiancé. I won’t bother you.”
But this life, Vito is crueler and far more possessive. He invades my life, locking me up and taking away all my freedom.
I attempt another escape, only to be hunted down and dragged back. Shattered and enraged, I shout at him, “Don—no, Vito. You’re a monster.”
Onlookers stare in shock as the fearsome mafia king drops to his knees, begging humbly for me.
“Aria, marry me. Please.”
“My little bird… let’s have a baby. Please.”
He strikes a deal with me: three years. If I never fall in love with him by then, he’ll send me to Switzerland and leave me alone forever.
Still, as he touches me gently, a chilling fear consumes me: Will I end up dying in his bed all over again?

I was trained to seduce, to deceive, and to kill if I had to. Love was never part of the mission.

My body became my weapon, the one thing no man could ever truly own. I couldn’t give life so I learned to use sex as a tool to take whatever I wanted.

As one of O.A.S.I.S.’s top operatives, I’ve faced warlords, dictators, and men who thought they owned the world. None of them ever got under my skin until billionaire playboy, Zayne Beaumont, walked into my crosshairs.

He’s infuriatingly charming, dangerously beautiful, and the reason my pulse forgets its rhythm. But when his past comes for him in the form of Dominik D’Angelo, the ruthless Mafia Don who wants him dead—my world fractures in ways no training could prepare me for.

Because Dominik doesn’t just want revenge.

He wants me.

Now I’m trapped between two men—one who tempts my heart, and one who consumes my soul. Both powerful, dangerous, and willing to burn the world to claim me.

And I’m the prize neither of them intends to lose.

Riley
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.

Draven
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.

TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.

“The Devil always collects his debts.”
Sold by my father to settle his gambling debt, I walked down the cathedral aisle toward a sadistic mafia tyrant. Meanwhile beneath my wedding dress, I hid a lethal secret: I was three weeks pregnant by my bodyguard.
Then the doors blew off their hinges.
Through the smoke walked Lorenzo Genovese, the Devil of the East Coast. I grew up amongst powerful, dangerous men. And I saw the way they flinched at the sound of his name. That was the kind of man I was promised to by my father ten years ago.
Ten years ago, my father signed a blood oath to save his life. The price was my hand, delivered to the devil the day I turned twenty-three.
One bullet ended my wedding. One command stole my freedom.
“You are going to take off this dead man’s blood, you are going to put on my ring, and you are going to be my wife.”
I should have agreed. That's what he expected of me. Instead, I looked into his silver eyes and whispered, “I’m not yours.”
Now, I am a captive inside his mountain fortress. Lorenzo demands pureblood heirs, oblivious to the rival bastard growing in my womb. To survive, I must play a dangerous game—enticing the devil into my bed to pin the pregnancy on him and save myself and my baby.
But the Don is an enigma who sees through every lie. And then I discover that even the Devil hides secrets of his own.
But if he uncovers mine... I won't be the only one he destroys.

You've been selected for consideration. Be at the following address by 7:00 p.m. sharp. Be silent. Be seen. Not a word to anyone.

"You've lived in eight different cities in ten years. No record of parents. Multiple jobs. No formal education past high school."
Ivy stiffened.
He turned, and Ivy's breath caught.
Lorenzo Martinelli.
Ivy had never met him before, but she'd seen his face on gossip sites as few times. The billionaire no one ever saw in person. The untouchable, dangerous man with alleged Mafia ties.
"Why did you come?" he asked.
Ivy met his gaze without blinking. "Curiosity. And five hundred bucks."
He smiled, "Honest. That's rare," he said. "I like that."
Lorenzo stood, "I don't want someone who wants me, I want someone who can survive me."
Ivy literally felt the heat of the fire on her face.
"You don't know me," she said quietly.
"No," he agreed. "But I will."

Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.

Micah plowed into her soaking wet pussy as he lost his grip on time and his surroundings.

Snow smirked as she watched him wide eyed from beneath him as her magic started to Buble up from deep within her.

"You really think you can handle me, my dear slave?" She husked while Micah was starting to feel slightly light headed.

"Yes!" He gritted out while he felt his climax approaching faster then lightning.

"ALL of me?" Snow whispered in his ear sensually.

"Yes, yes I..." Micah groaned as he suddenly felt a weird sensation creeping into his body starting from where they were joined together. Snow smirked and let her magic take over and poured it into Micah's receiving body making him lose his mind completely!


Don Micah Santorini, hot headed mafia leader with a wicked Snow Queen of the mystical waste lands. Two opposites coming from different worlds find each other, challenge each other, pushing each other's buttons, neither of them wanting to back down!

What will happen when a cold hearted queen lands in the "backyard" of a hot headed mafia king? Will their struggle for power kill the first petals of love before it has a chance to bloom or will it strengthen their unusual bond and help them to create and claim a new kingdom amidst all the other drama and mysteries?

I'll do anything!" she pleads, grabbing my hands. "I'll do anything. Just let him go. He made a mistake." "That's not an excuse. It was a costly mistake." "Please. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all." I let the silence hang in the air between us as I think carefully, my eyes drawn to how firm and full her tits are. "Anything, princess?" She lets go of my hands and straightens, raising her chin. I watch as she swallows nervously. "Y-Yes. Anything at all."

I raise my fingers to her face, smearing my thumbs with her tears. I trail them down her strong jaw, to her throat, over the small hollow between her collarbones, the skin of her chest, stopping between her tits. I circle the spot quietly while she holds her breath, perhaps in anticipation.
"Would you let me fuck you, Titania?" - Feisty, yet innocent Titania Williams is best known for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this time she's getting more than she bargained for.
When her dear Uncle Patrick betrays one of the most powerful Mafia Lords in New York, Kristoff Stavkros, Titania is caught unexpectedly in the underworld web of crimes and deceit. To save her uncle's life, she makes Kristoff an offer.

She'll be his for a month. Thirty days, he owns her body. Stupid, right? But Titania plays by the rules. But how can she come out victorious when Kristoff keeps changing the rules and is hell-bent on making her his forever?

One moment Isabella's life was perfect—a thriving business, a father finally free from his depression, and the next, she was forced to marry a man she knew nothing about, a man her father looked at alarmingly with so much fear.
But she knew she had to do it. Her father's life was on the line, and their marriage was the only thing that would keep him alive.

Giovanni Christian Genovese, also known as the Masked king of the underworld, had long planned his vengeance after watching his family get massacred by a bunch of lousy small-town men who were supposed to be ‘hitmen’ and he swore to wipe every traces of them off the face of earth, so the moment he learned of Isabella, he knew his plan has been perfected and after all these years, he was ecstatic to finally set it in motion.

Except she wasn't. Not after he went against the deal and killed her father.
Caught in the tangled web of love and hatred, will Isabella choose to sink into agony or rise up to resist with a clear mind?

At the dawn of human civilization, beings from another planet land on Earth. At first, they seem friendly enough, promoting peace and sharing their incredible magic with the habitants of their new world. While human in appearance, Dragonians have the ability to transform into the towering beasts we know today as dragons. Carving out a canyon, they create their capital and claim their own piece of land. After a terrible tragedy during the birth of the Dragonian king's son, they begin enslaving humanity, imposing despotic rule over their new home. As the dragons' hold on the land surrounding their black castle begins to tighten, the king's allies begin to question his motive, and his sanity. In the middle of a plot against the king and his rule is a young, untrained prince; a hero some don't believe exists. As he becomes more and more entwined with those plotting for change, he must open himself up to learn what he's missed his entire life. Soon, he will learn what it truly means to be free, and what it means to fight for those who cannot.

My mind had been frantic throughout out the night. I had done something unforgivable not to mention killing clan blood in the process. Wasn't I supposed to not be able to feel love or to care? Wasn't I supposed to be unfeeling, unnerving? Then why did I save her? I thought I didn't have a heart since the night of my impurification but now, the thought of a vampire and a human falling in love had been pasted on my mind and nothing that I did could pry my thoughts from her beautiful face. I quickly pushed the thoughts away and locked them up in the deepest darkest corner of my mind.

I could still hear her echoing screams, and the image of her pale, terrified face was smeared on the front of my vision. My palms were sweaty, in fact; I had been in a nervous state since last night… I put my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out the hard rectangular card; it was a student ID card. It had fallen out of her purse when I saved her from her nigh death. Dawn, her name was Dawn. The face on the ID looked much younger than the girl I had saved but I could see the evident resemblance.

One question still troubled my mind though, it was like an ache in my head that wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried not to think about it; would she love me if she knew what I was, a demon, a monster, a vampire?

I was alone, good! Everyone was out. If I looked any of them in the eye I was sure they'll see the guilt and fear that swirled and billowed in me. The only thing that troubled me more than the fact that I had violated a general clan hunt was the fact that she knew about our existence now, and only God knows how long it will be before the others found out. And killed her along with me.

"I never believed in soulmates, but how do you explain the feeling of déjà vu when her eyes meet mine? How do you explain the certainty that I’ve known her forever, even when we’ve only just met?"
Emma’s life is a mess. Recovering from a devastating breakup with her controlling ex-boyfriend, she’s determined to rebuild herself—piece by piece, step by step. But the summer holidays drag on, her attempts at distraction failing, and loneliness starts to creep in. Enter Alice, her mischievous best friend, who dares Emma to take a leap into the unfamiliar world of online dating.
What Emma doesn’t expect is Irene—a stunning, confident, and enigmatic girl with a mischievous sense of humor and eyes that seem to hold the weight of centuries. Their connection is instant, electric, and utterly consuming. But just as Emma starts to believe she’s found something real, Irene drops a bombshell: she’s not looking for anything serious, and her heart might already belong to someone else.
Conflicted but unable to let go, Emma agrees to stay in Irene’s orbit, even if it means risking her heart all over again. As their relationship deepens, Emma can’t shake the feeling that she’s known Irene far longer than a few short weeks. Could their connection be something more—a bond forged long before their paths crossed in this life?
Will Emma risk her heart again for a love that feels destined, or will Irene’s walls prove impossible to break? And if soulmates truly exist, what happens when one of them refuses to believe?

Dive into this heart-wrenching and passion-filled story of love, self-discovery, and the aching beauty of letting someone in, even when the future remains uncertain.

Raella is a struggling waitress hiding from her past; Vincenzo is the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. When Raella crashes his party and accidentally flashes him, she thinks it’s the worst night of her life. She’s wrong. The next day, a sniper shoots up her diner, and Vincenzo is the only one who can save her. His price? A fake marriage. She becomes his wife, his bait, and his obsession. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" blur, Raella realizes the safest place might be in the arms of the monster.

"Miss Emily Collombo is three weeks pregnant with your child, Mr. Ferrari."
How could such a mistake happen?
His sperm had been inseminated into the wrong woman. Not just any woman, but Emily Collombo, the very woman engaged to marry his sworn enemy, Marco Russo.
Emily Collombo never had a choice. As the illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family, she existed only as a bargaining chip, raised to serve the family's interests and forced into marriage with Marco Russo, the heir to one of Italy's most powerful mafia clans.
Her future had already been decided until a devastating error at the hospital shattered everything. A case of medical negligence turned her life upside down.
Now, Emily is carrying the child of Dante Ferrari, the feared Don of the Ferrari Mafia Clan.
The Ferraris are not merely powerful. They rule the underworld with absolute authority, known for their ruthlessness and feared by all who cross their path.

Ten years ago, Clark Russo abandoned Nikolai Petrov on a rooftop and disappeared without a word.

Now, Nikolai is no longer the reckless boy Clark loved. He is the ruthless Don of the Bratva, feared across New York, and he wants revenge. His plan? Marry Clark’s little sister and drag the Russo family to its knees.

But Clark knows the truth. Beneath Nikolai’s rage is the boy he once loved, and beneath the marriage arrangement lies a deadly conspiracy that could end in bloodshed.

Forced back into each other’s lives, old obsession reignites into something dangerous—violent fights, stolen kisses, buried secrets, and a love neither of them ever survived.

In a world ruled by guns, betrayal, and power, loving each other may be the one thing that finally destroys them both.

Elena Russo lost the one person who meant the world to her brother, and ever since then; she was deeply fueled by the strong urge for revenge on the family that murdered him.

She dedicated her life to this cause as an understated waitress by day and a renowned genius hacker in the Mafia underworld by night. All her efforts to track down the Moretti family were useless. Everyone knew who they were, yet no one knew them.

What happens when Elena decides to loosen up on a certain night and recklessly has a one-night stand with the same man she had been searching for all her life-Luca Moretti?

And when she finds herself falling deeply for this same person, and facing a shocking revelation that all she had believed for years was nothing but a lie, what happens next?

Why don't you find out?

Eleanor Shaw came to the Sterling estate with a sole and fiery intention-revenge. Disguised as a shy maid, she aimed to take down the person who gave the final orders to her parents' murder-The Sterling family.

The man she encounters, however, is a complex and calculating monarch, rather than a straightforward monster- Alexander Sterling, a cold and cunning mafia boss nicknamed 'The Ghost.' He also recognizes the intelligent mind that lurks beneath the servile facade that Eleanor has adopted.

Caught up in a deadly game of chess and politics, Eleanor’s mission becomes further clouded with a dangerous and rising passion for her sworn nemesis, who is deeply embroiled with the most prominent political family in New York - the Van Horns.

The white ivory queen, Alexander, gives Eleanor the start of their perilous waltz on a checkerboard.

These matches, like their real-life battles, become a reflection of their struggle for power. Every move uncovers another layer of her brilliant mind; every checkmate brings him closer to a truth that could ruin them both.

When Eleanor discovers that her parents' deaths are part of a broader conspiracy reaching the highest levels of both the mafia and the government, she must choose between her lifelong aim for vengeance and the man she set out to destroy.

Alexander, in turn, must choose between the empire he has built and the player who has become crucial to his endgame, even if she now represents his downfall.

Where there is love and revenge, they will understand that their game isn't determined by pieces, but rather through the power of hearts and souls. Whether they separate themselves or create a new future from the past will depend on their final move.

Read on for the final Checkmate!!

Tobias Slate was an ex-military—framed, hunted, and now reborn as the silent enforcer for a mafia family.

His new assignment? Dalla Mulvaney, the reckless heir who drinks, fights, and breaks every rule just to prove he’s unfit to lead.

But Tobias has one order, put him in shape to wear the crown, or eliminate him if he becomes too dangerous.

What begins as surveillance becomes obsession. What starts as hatred ignites into something raw and dangerous behind closed doors.

But in their world, the walls are always listening.

When a single act of betrayal destroys everything they’ve built, Tobias is ripped away and Dalla is forced to become the monster he never wanted to be.

Now the only question left is whether the man who was ordered to kill him… will pull the trigger when the time comes.

I took a submachine gun bullet for Mafia Don Vincenzo Lombardi. I drank poisoned wine for him and bore his heir. To the the entire syndicate, I was his loyal cleaner and lucky talisman.
But the moment he seized ultimate power, he brought her home—my "pure and fragile" adopted sister, Vanessa.
For her, Vincenzo shattered my knees, handed over my title as Donna, and turned my own son against me. He dismissed my broken heart, claiming I was being petty and that she was merely "joining the family."
Yet, the innocent Vanessa was a monster in disguise. She ruthlessly slit her own mother’s throat—the woman who raised me—and locked me in a sub-zero freezer.
When Vincenzo finally pried the heavy iron door open, there was no pity in his eyes. He only offered a cold command: crawl and beg his pregnant new Donna for forgiveness.
Wiping the bloody ice crystals from my lips, I looked at the man I had loved with my life, and rasped my final words: "Vincenzo... I'm dying."

I’m a top assassin.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, I was being hunted when a stranger took a bullet for me. As he lay dying, he grabbed my hand and begged me to protect his son—and to keep living in his place.

To escape my pursuers and keep that promise, I changed my face, took his identity, and stayed by the boy’s side as his father.

His wife was arrogant, cruel, and constantly cheating. For the child—and to protect my cover—I endured all of it.

Until today.

She drugged me.

When I woke up, a doctor was holding a blade over my chest. They were about to take my heart.

Lying on that operating table, I finally learned the truth: her family had been trafficking organs all along.

That man died three years ago because he discovered it, and she arranged the crash that killed him.

She murdered the man who saved me. Now she wants to kill me too.

She still thinks I’m the same weak doctor who gets out of breath after a short run.

She doesn’t know I’m resistant to anesthesia.

And she definitely doesn’t know these hands have held scalpels—and snapped far too many necks.

The stranger moved closer, closing the space between him and Anna.

His hand came up, gripping her jaw and tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

Anna swallowed hard, her pulse racing.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about my dickhead of a fiancé.”


Anna Hawkins was never supposed to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain drove her into the dark corners of a nightclub and straight into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that could ruin her.

Their night was supposed to mean nothing.

But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of betrayal, power, crime, and possession.

She wasn’t just heartbroken anymore.

She was owned.

And the most dangerous part?

She didn’t know how to escape from her cruel fate.

Lydia Loveday is forced to transfer colleges mid-semester due to a traumatic event at her dream school. Little does she know, this school is exclusive to Werewolves, Vampires, and Magic-Users, and she's the only human amongst the student body... or so she thinks.
She is met by a BodyGuard that her wealthy father employed to keep history from repeating itself, except Adrian is much more than he seems. Aside from being a sexy Korean millionaire, Adrian is a Werewolf. Not just any Werewolf, however, but the rising Alpha of the largest Wolf Pack in North America. And, he isn't just her BodyGuard. It turns out that Adrian and Lydia are SoulMates, though it serves as a surprise to both of them.
As Lydia begins uncovering the truth about this College for the Supernatural, she also discovers hidden aspects of her own lineage that was kept secret, such as her father being an Alumni for a college that is hidden away in the mountains of Montana. Adrian keeps her plenty busy on top of all of her new discoveries, so her grades are the least of her concerns.

“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless. In another series that promises to be as entertaining as the previous ones, A THRONE OF SISTERS presents us with the tale of two sisters (Sophia and Kate), orphans, fighting to survive in a cruel and demanding world of an orphanage. An instant success. I can hardly wait to put my hands on the second and third books!”--Books and Movie Reviews (Roberto Mattos)The new #1 Bestselling epic fantasy series by Morgan Rice!In A CROWN FOR ASSASSINS (A Throne for Sisters—Book Seven), Sophia, Kate and Lucas finally get the chance to journey in search of their long-lost parents. Will they find them?Are they alive?And what message do they hold for them?Their journey demands a price, though. Ashton is left without a ruler, and the Master of Crows still lies in wait, ready to strike. As the fate of the realm lies in the balance, help may come from the most unlikely place of all: Stonehome.A CROWN FOR ASSASSINS (A Throne for Sisters—Book Seven) is book #7 in a dazzling new fantasy series rife with love, heartbreak, tragedy, action, adventure, magic, swords, sorcery, dragons, fate and heart-pounding suspense. A page turner, it is filled with characters that will make you fall in love, and a world you will never forget. Book #8 in the series will be released soon.“[A Throne for Sisters is a] powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan)

She used to be the town’s golden girl, until the ice took her brother and shattered her voice along with him.

Now Cassandra Lane avoids the rink, the spotlight, and every reminder of who she used to be. But when George Hale, a cocky, privileged transfer with something to prove, shows up wearing her brother’s number, the silence she’s hidden in begins to crack.

They’re paired for drills. Forced to skate side by side. What starts as a cold rivalry on the ice starts to spark into something neither of them expected.

She’s guarded. He’s infuriating. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it feels, because falling for him might mean finally facing the one thing she’s been running from—grief, guilt, and the game that nearly destroyed her.

Set in a small town where hockey is everything, Delicate as Dawn is a steamy enemies-to-lovers romance about second chances, buried pain, and the kind of love that makes you brave enough to lace up again.

Three years ago, I took an undercover job: pose as a bottom-tier janitor and infiltrate a crime syndicate.

But I didn’t fit. My posture, my stride, the way I watched people—none of it looked like a janitor.

So command made the call: hypnotize me, seal my memories, erase who I was. In three months, someone would come wake me up.

They never did. My handler died, the line went dark, and I stayed buried.

I lost myself and spent three years scrubbing this place from the bottom—where anyone could kick me, spit at me, call me useless.

Until today. A stranger, drenched in blood, was dragged into the hall. He lunged close and whispered one sentence into my ear.

It was the trigger phrase.

The lock in my head snapped open. My name is Jack Reynolds—ex–Marine operative—sent here to bring down the Grey Wolf Alliance.

And everyone who spent three years stepping on my neck is about to learn what that means.

“You look like her,” my father whispered, forcing me into my twin sister’s wedding dress, but he didn't warn me that I was marrying a monster.

My twin sister ran away, leaving me to marry Luciano Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Don. I walked down the aisle, trembling, praying he wouldn't notice the switch. But the moment he kissed me at the altar, his tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and possessive, tasting me like I was his property.

I thought I could hide the truth. But on our wedding night, he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, water dripping down his sculpted abs and the distinct V-line that pointed to his heavy manhood.

He cornered me against the bed. “You smell different, wifey,” he whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to my wet heat.

I tried to push him away, but the next morning, he decided to test me. He pushed a plate of peanut butter bagels toward me—food that would kill me, but was my sister's favorite.

“Eat,” he commanded, his eyes dropping to my chest where my nipples were hard against the silk robe. “Or do you want me to feed you something else?”

His gaze darkened, shifting to my lips, and I knew he wasn't talking about food. He knows I'm a fake. And he’s going to enjoy every second of punishing me for it.

He didn't bid for her, yet snatched her away from the highest bidder. Not only that, he killed them all.
And Just like that, Rena's savior showed her a glimpse of his dark world. She should have taken to her heels, run away from him as fast as she could, but no, she had nowhere to go.
On one side of her world, was her boyfriend, Roland, and his girlfriend, Soni, who put her up for sale in the first place, like a commodity.
They killed her mother and ruined her life, and Rena was sure they would be waiting to catch her again.
And, on the other side of her world, the highest bidder's gang might go looking for her to settle scores.
Her surest bet was to go with her savior, whom she didn't even know his name.
He has two conditions for saving her: win his daughter over and become his wife, or be returned to the wolves who wanted to tear her apart. To Rena, It was an easy task. She was good with kids…
Except that her savior’s daughter wasn't a kid, she was Soni, her mortal enemy!
Rena vowed for vengeance, but how would she seek vengeance when her savior loves his daughter a little too much?
"Three days, Mr. Kaan, give me three days and I'll make you fall in love with me. Then, you'll have a reason to keep me," Rena promised. However, he looked down at her, shaking his head, he replied. "I don't fall in love...
Make me obsessed with you, little kitten.
The more obsessed I am, the harder it will be to let you go."
He paused, lifting her jaw with a finger, "If you do, I might let you seek your revenge on Soni and Roland."

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

Seven years ago I gave up my inheritance and went door to door with Nolan—a broke director shooting street documentaries—my belly out to here, begging investors to take a chance on him.

Everyone said I'd thrown my life away on him.

Seven years later he's a name everyone knows. And Emily, the first love who walked out when he had nothing, is back in Chicago with her daughter.

That afternoon I came home early and heard him pull five-year-old Ivy into his arms: "You can't ever tell Mom that Daddy and Emily are having a fake wedding."

"But Daddy, Mom will be so sad..."

"Say one word and Daddy won't love you anymore. Got it?"

Her little shoulders shook as she nodded, and nodded.

Out in the hallway, I couldn't even be bothered to cry.

I dialed the number I'd kept blocked for seven years. "Dad—can the family plane still come get me and Ivy?"

Nolan, what you lost wasn't a housewife you could push around. You threw away the only person who ever made you her whole world.

After years of desperate IVF attempts, I overheard my husband boast that the baby was his and his ex's.
The child in my womb wasn't mine!
But when I pressed a gun to the complicit doctor's head, he trembled and spilled an even bigger bombshell—the mix-up wasn't my egg, it was the sperm... and the donor was Damien Costello, the most powerful Mafia Don in the city.
I was carrying Costello's baby!