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(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )

(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *

Sarah Mitchell thought she was living the American Dream. A devoted wife to a respected university professor. A loving mother. For thirty years, she clipped coupons, sewed until her hands bled, and made every dollar stretch—because that's what good wives do when money is tight.
Until the day a filing cabinet crashed to the basement floor and shattered everything she believed.
Hidden inside: pay stubs revealing her husband earned twice what he claimed. Bank statements showing hundreds of thousands transferred to another woman. Photographs of a life she never knew existed. And the devastating truth—while she watered down their baby's formula to save money, her husband was financing his mistress's dream house.
One woman. Thirty years of lies. And the courage to reclaim a life she thought was lost forever.

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

"Hey everyone, I know you all saw the picture of Victoria and me on the school's page
but that's just a picture, my real girl is right over there," he said and pointed at me
as everyone including the guy videoed Jones.
Jones walked to me, "And to prove she's my real girlfriend
I would kiss her right in front of everyone," he said before I could do anything
Jones grabbed me and kissed me as everyone except Victoria and her girls cheered us.
After the kiss, Jones walked to the guy videoing us and collected his phone,
then he posted the video on the school's social page.


Angie is an ordinary good girl, currently in her final year of high school. She enjoys spending time with her friends and cherishes her life, but she has never experienced the sweet taste of love. That is until a new student named Jones joins their class. Jones is a tall, charming boy with striking grey hair that catches the attention of nearly every girl.

Angie also finds herself drawn to Jones - it's the first time she's ever felt this way about someone. Love truly works wonders, especially when it's reciprocated by the one you adore. Together, Angie and Jones share some incredibly tender moments that make their hearts flutter. However, love can be a double-edged sword that brings pain and heartbreak along with its sweetness.

Classic high school romance ensues as they navigate through feelings of love, hate, jealousy and anger - all emotions that are common during this phase of life.

Join Angie on her journey through senior year as she experiences all these emotions firsthand!

I reached below and tried to open his belt buckle with one hand. Thankfully it was easy. I continued and undid his button as well as the zip. My reward? The sight of his underpants.

And the beautiful bulge hiding underneath.

Avery allowed me to feel it from inside the fabric. It was so firm, strong and hot. Just feeling the weight of it in my hand made me want to put it in my mouth and wet it for him before he slides inside.


Poisoned, framed, and divorced, no one believed that Bianca was innocent enough to stand by her side.

But he did.

Avery, her ex-husband Conroy’s best friend, might have all the tools she needs. Not to mention he’s willing to help her out despite the bad blood between them.

Yet why does Avery feel the urge to capture Bianca’s lips in his? If he exposed his heart to her, would she stab it?

CONTENT WARNING
This story contains graphic sexual content and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences 18 years and older. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Veronica Harper devoted five years of her life to a man who never loved her—because she was never more than a bet. Her devotion, vulnerability, and virginity were handed over… all for entertainment.

She walked into her bedroom—and saw her best friend screaming her name from another man’s mouth. Her boyfriend’s mouth. Betrayed in her own bed, humiliated in public, and framed for a crime she didn’t commit.

Then two lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. Pregnant, disowned, and hunted by lies she didn’t create, Veronica fled, carrying two secrets no one could ever touch—her unborn twins.

Five years later, she returns for a funeral, keeping her children hidden and her heart locked away. She believes the past is buried. She’s wrong.

Forced back into the orbit of the man she once gave herself to—and still loves—Veronica must protect the quiet life she built alone. But grief and betrayal are cruel guides, and the woman who destroyed her life now threatens everything she holds dear.

The worst betrayal isn’t in the past. It’s happening now.

"Do you really think I paid a million dollars for you to come here and mop the floor?"" My master, Alpha Devon said. He settled onto the couch, one hand resting on the cushion while the other playfully gestured for me to approach.


I am Aray, just 18, a possession of the most formidable alpha. "To me, you're nothing but a breeder, " his words sliced through me. I had long known that my love for him was hopeless and foolish. However, I was naïve to think that was the end of the story.

Syria has always obeyed. Not because she wanted to but because disobedience meant punishment. Or worse, death for the only person she still loves. Controlled by her uncle, silenced by fear, she's spent her life surviving. But on the day of her cousin’s wedding, something inside her finally snaps.Dressed like a bride, paraded like property, she was meant to smile and stay quiet. Instead, she picks up a brush and paints a nightmare, exposing the truth in front of the entire pack. It was supposed to be her rebellion. Her first and final act of defiance before disappearing forever.Then he sees her.An Alpha, cold, powerful, and dangerous, drawn to the fire. And for the first time in her life, Syria chooses something for herself. Something reckless. She asks for one night with him. One night to feel free, to feel like she belongs to no one but herself.But freedom comes with a price.Now they’re bound by more than just heat and instinct. And Syria realizes it was too late…

The Vane family has carried the vampire's curse for generations. Of every pair of twin sisters born into our bloodline, one will not live to see twenty-five.

Everyone assumed it was my sister — the one always coughing up blood.

Nobody knew that for twenty years, every full moon, the one gritting her teeth through the pain, never making a sound, was me.

The Divine took pity on me and gave me three chances. Win the genuine love of my parents, my brother, or my husband — any one of them — and the curse would lift.

Three chances. Three failures.

The only hope I had left was the baby inside me, seven months along. Bring him into this world, and I'd live.

Then my husband kicked open my hospital room door. My own brother pulled on a surgical gown and picked up a knife. My parents signed the forms outside.

They were going to cut me open, take the last thing keeping me alive, and use it to save my "cursed" sister.

After my life slipped away entirely, the truth came out.

So why is it that the people who sent me to my death are the ones who lost their minds?

"Knock on this door over the noise one more time, and you're dead!"
Calling the cops was useless, and I was too broke to move.
Driven practically insane, I recklessly tore open the black box from the dark web—the seller promised that if I just followed the instructions, it would "eliminate the noise at the source."
Less than half an hour later, the deafening rager upstairs completely stopped.
Three mornings later, a homicide detective pounded furiously on my door.
"The father and son upstairs are dead."

I’m the only person on Earth with a clinically proven antibody capable of neutralizing this rare deadly virus.
I caught the virus when I was six. Its mortality rate was staggeringly high, and everyone thought I’d never pull through. Against all odds, I recovered entirely on my own. By some strange twist of biology, my body made the world’s sole antibody that could fight this virus off.
Once I turned eighteen, I signed up to donate my serum as a volunteer.
For twenty years straight, rain or shine, I showed up to donate free of charge—107 separate donations in total. Each time, I pulled a gravely ill patient back from death’s brink.
I’m no saint living to save the whole world. Every last donation was done for my mother.
Back when I was six, my father’s infidelity drove my mother to take her own life. What happened was cruel beyond measure, completely unforgivable.
A fortune-teller once told me my mom’s lingering resentment ran far too deep. To free her trapped, wandering soul for good, a blood relative of hers had to finish exactly 108 acts of good deeds.
Twenty years in, only one deed remained. Just one more, and my mother’s spirit could finally rest in peace.
But when the hospital sent out an urgent emergency SOS this time around, I did something I’d never done in two decades.
I turned their request down flat.

The system told me to do good deeds during the apocalypse.
It also said I should redeem the world with love.
I’ve always been quick to take advice. So I raised my blade and struck down every scum of humanity one by one.
The system went berserk, letting out a shrill roar inside my head:
"Ahhh Host! Why are you killing people?! This is wicked! You’ll get your points deducted!"
I flicked the blood off my blade and looked around at the beheaded zombies littering the ground.
There was also the man I’d run through the throat—he’d just pushed a living person out to be eaten by zombies.
My fingertips brushed the word carved into the hilt: Love.
"What’s the problem?" I asked.
"I’m using my love to send them to where they deserve to go. Physical deliverance is also an act of kindness."

Aldwin Rush a well known Billionaire, Strongly hates women.
Aldwin Rush had just stepped out of his car; for a funeral service for the late Dustin Cage usually, he doesn't attend such events but his driver (Dustin Cage) died in his car while coming to pick him up from the airport. He usually doesn't attend funerals because they bring back bad memories
but he thought to pay his final respects to Mr. Cage. As he walked down the stairs to the graveside he saw a familiar face, she was standing by the grave-side holding a flower. At first, he could not believe his eyes but eventually took a step further, behold standing in a black knee-length gown was Kia Ray,
her hair made into a ponytail with a few strands intentionally left out on both sides of her face, her sunglass perfectly fits, she looked sad and those sad eyes looked familiar he could tell.
While standing in the back Nile, Julian and Davin approached him “I hate funerals because someone always cries like that little boy over there” Julian says pointing towards Aries.
“Isn't that his fiancée, I heard their wedding was supposed to be today” Nile said pointing towards Kia,
she looks familiar” He says for the first time; “Of course she looks familiar, she was his fiancée Dustin's favorite topic” Davin says.
“No it's not that, I can't place my fingers on it but I remember that face”
He insisted.
She dropped her flower in the coffin, turns around heading for the car.

Aldwin could not explain how the world was currently on a slow-mo, she took off her sunglasses and the sunlight was shining directly on her face, her lips looked soft her beautiful smile when she finally flushed, something like adrenaline spiked .

She looked up at him, saw the smile on his face, and her heart skipped. Again. She felt a tightness in her chest that traveled to her stomach and pooled there. His lips- she wanted to kiss him. Badly.

Was it appropriate?

“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Michal took her thoughts.

“Yes, please.”

He placed his hand under her chin and drew her close, his face hovering inches over hers.
“I wanted to kiss you yesterday when you hugged me. I wanted to kiss you when you showed off that dress at the store when you teased me and tried to get me all bothered. I wanted to kiss the smirk off your mouth and make you moan my name instead.

Heck, I wanted to kiss you when you told me about your little friend. Show you just how much pleasure I can give you. More than he can.”


Being over eighteen means you are free to do almost anything. For Katya, the daughter of Michal- a Russian millionaire, the reality is far from it.
Katya is a nineteen-year-old college student who lives with her dad and governess. Her father, overprotective and stubborn has certain rules. She is not allowed to visit other places apart from school, she must not leave the mansion grounds alone and she must never set foot in Russia. After a school event goes wrong, an unspoken rule is added. She is not to speak a word about her mother.
One month before her twentieth birthday, she decides to follow her father on one of his frequent trips to Russia. However, her plan is foiled and instead of getting a pre-birthday wish granted, she gets a bodyguard instead. A poker-faced, non-bulging, decidedly intrusive man who is determined to take his job seriously.

Michal detests his job, especially because it involves taking care of somebody who should be able to take care of herself. He is eager to get the job done and return. Although he knows that he cannot leave until he finds a way to make her come with him- as unpleasant as the task was. He stages a fake kidnap and waits for his plan to fall into motion. It does, and he finds out that his job is going to be easier than expected. In a moment of weakness, after he "rescues" her, he finds out that she desires to visit Russia.

What happens when Katya finds herself trapped in a place she thought was going to be the beginning of her freedom? What happens when Michal realizes that he cannot be the ruthless son his father wants him to be without risking his heart?