“Kiss arse! Your contract doesn’t say you can toss me around!” Her voice sounded deceivingly confident. She was trembling inside, every fibre of her wanting to shrink away from the man who towered over her, watching her with his disarming gaze. Marc Aryan had unnerved her the first time she’d met him and he still unnerved her now.
“Kiss arse? My contract says you should obey my every command within the terms of said contract.”
Amelia Parker thought she had it all figured out - a successful ca...

" When I don't get a thing...I ruin it," he said and then started laughing maniacally.
"And believe me nobody wants a ruined girl."
And now she understood her life is ended.
Ayzel is a beautiful, innocent orphan girl, trapped by an agent to trap a Mafia don. Under a planned scheme, she enters the Mafia's
den and becomes the victim of that ruthless Mafia don's lust. She comes to know that the day her mother died giving birth to her in an orphanage, the very day a bloody massacre happens in th...

"WALK ON IT, NOW!" he barked an order.
With widened eyes, she looked between him and the path of burning coals in front of her.
Did he seriously want her to walk on it? He was the same person who could not tolerate a single scar of burning oil on her.
But long ago that time was gone.
**
Five years ago, the wife of a mafia don betrayed him and left with their son. Now he has returned to extract his revenge.
She left with his son, but now there is a lit...

"It was a mistake Everly, I never wanted any of this to happen, the sex, the pregnancy" she remarked.
"Don't call it a mistake; you had a choice; you could have gone home instead of staying and hanging out with him, you could have refused to drink with him, but instead you stuffed yourself and got drunk.You had the option, but you chose this"
"And I regret it, Everly, I regret every single second of that day," Brielle sobbed.
Everly Carter finally thought she had gotten the luxurious life ...

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who ...