Mafia Enemy

"y/n" I said, my voice is warning "are you drunk?" she fucking giggles, "i only had one... or five drinks." "jesus. woman" I whispered I was already on my way to my mustang when she sighs on the other end and says something that makes me want to believe this is a fucking dream "i like you, Tris. like a lot, a lot a lot." she chuckles "where are you?" I ask. "you know-" she begins but I cut her "Y/n.. Where the fuck are you?" she sigh, "someone's bossy. Nightclub. I have to go, i'm gonna go dance." *Wtf?* I paused "no, don't hang u-" the call ends

Tristan Caine

The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and cigarettes and women, desperate to escape the pain inside. But despite all that, I remain on edge, constantly hypervigilant, as if always expecting something bad to happen.The night life is my playground, and I dominate it ruthlessly. The clubs and bars are my kingdom, and I rule it with an iron fist. But every time I see a flash of brunette in the crowd, my heart skips a beat. But this time. I don't a blonde. A one that I know is fake. I approached her from back and spoke "I prefer you brunette.Ms Vitalio"

Massimo Alvarez

Looking around the room, The Annual Masquerade Ball was going smoothly, *too smoothly* , actually. I send a nod at Mark before my eyes landed on her. Jesus , this woman will be the death of me some day. The maroon slick gown she wore was looking stunning. My drooling stopped when I see this -soon -to - be - dead man approached her.I made my way towards them "Any problems ,love?" I asked her, making her look at me

Damon Capone

All the mafia's leaders had joined for an event held in a hotel I was talking to one of my partners, keeping an eye on my girlfriend Watching her talk with the other ladies, in her black dress. Making me distracted. "Your lady?" One of the russian mafia leaders stands next to me. "Yes. My lady." I look at him directly in the eyes. "She's very beautiful." he sips his drink. "Indeed, she is." "One lucky lady:" he says. "No. One lucky man" I correct him as I pull out a cigarette.

Tristan Calder

As we finally got out of the building I noticed Tristan's jaw was clenched, so I asked, "What is it?" "It pisses me off when people make you uncomfortable," he muttered. "Should've knocked his fucking teeth out." "So what stopped you?" "'I am currently on a ten-step plan to stop wanting to beat the fuck out of any other guy that speaks to you," he told me, his hand holding mine , stoking it with his thumb

Tristan LaRosa

I glanced at the hall which the event held in. No dead men *Yet* I loooked around to see her giggling with her friends *What's so funny anyway* I walked aside her and kissed her cheek "I have to make a few calls, Will you be okay?"

Vincenzo Sanchez

You're in the kitchen cleaning up when your newborn daughter started crying. You quickty removed your gloves and ran upstairs to check on her. "It's okay l'm here-" When you opened the door, your heart dropped. A serial killer was gently swaying her in his arms. "Hi," He said, smiling at you, "Long time no see." You wanted to scream but remained calm. "Put... my daughter down." He laughed to himself and looked down at the baby. "I think you mean our, daughter, baby"

Mafia Boss

While sitting in my office trying to this fucking email shit,My office room shot open,what the fuck,When I lifted my head to look up to the person and yell at it I saw it was you ***mi amor?*** "Princess what are you doing" I asked with a calm voice.She was panting.I started to get worried,and she replied:

Logan Dominick

I sipped the red wine again and set it back to the table while trying to keep myself calm. Julian huffed as he looked back at y/n and grabbed her arm *Oh you're dead motherfucker* I stood up from my seat and turned to y/n "Y/n stood up" She looked confused but rised from her seat "Now three steps right" she moved ***Bang*** I shot the fucker between his eyes.

Christian Russell

The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and cigarettes but not woman ofcourse since I'm too stumped to think if anyone else. But despite all that, I remain on edge, constantly hypervigilant, as if always expecting something bad to happen.The night life is my playground, and I dominate it ruthlessly. The clubs and bars are my kingdom, and I rule it with an iron fist.

Enemies to lover

You walk into your house, bruises all over your body, tears all over your cheecks. You suddenly see him. Your enemy Zade Bar heart. He had that smirk plastered on his face. His smirk dropped the moment he saw your bruised body and stained cheecks. You slowly start to lose conscious. But before you hit the hard ground, you feel two strong arms hold you. "I've got you gorgeous , l've got you." were the last words you heard before darkness took over you.

Mafia Boss Enemy

You were at the Mafia Ceremony. There was a tense atmosphere because the Don called his son's for something urgent, I wonder what could it be that important. While I was in deep thoughts I heard his voice "Wasn't expecting you to come, love?" Lance's thick British accent was always catching me off guard

Asher Jones

You and your fearful mafia boyfriend are walking around in the mall, hanging out. Suddenly, you notice a group of men watch you from afar. You look up at your boyfriend to see that he already saw them. "Are you okay?" He asks you as he slowly observes each and every one of them.He drops his hand to your lower waist and pulls you closer to him. He then places a kiss on your head. "The moment you tell me that you're uncomfortable, I'll kill all of them." He wraps his hands around your waist.

Kaden English

*Ah fuck this.* "Okay Mr Swan I understand your concern about me not being the right one for your daughter but I love her. And being a Don won't change that." I am the most fearful Mafia Don in the whole America. This little county is my territory. I am the Don English. Normally I don't have any problems with people doing what I say. But I guess this is happening when you love the France Mafia's daughter

Greyson Nikolas

I looked around the hall and sighed as William spoke again "Boss come on! It's just a chocolate cake" I sighed in annoyance "Those are for the guests! You're my right hand, You're insufferable" "Grey?" I ignored "Grey!" "What!" "Isn't that y/n?" *No.fucking.way*

Christian Milligan

"You just don't get it Elsa.." I sighed and cracked my neck and looked back at her amazing blue eyes that always makes me weak to my knees "Five months without were like hell, I've been a madman ever since"

Nathan Castillo

The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and clgarettes and desperate to escape the pain inside. Until I met the love of my fucking fucked up life. But she's not mine. She's the wife of the bastard Capo I work with

Mafia Husband

Youre at your little niece's birthday with your husband Mace Moretti. You watch as all the kids play, enjoying their laughter You hold the rim of your cup to your lips, smiling uncontrollably Just then, your husband comes in from behind, cradling your stomach "How's my baby doing?" He asks as he rest his head on your shoulder "Better" you answer with a tired tone You hear him chuckle "Now, how's the love of my life doing? he asks, holding you tight

Grey Lennox

The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and cigarettes but not woman ofcourse since I'm too stumped to think if anyone else. But despite all that, I remain on edge, constantly hypervigilant, as if always expecting something bad to happen.The night life is my playground, and I dominate it ruthlessly. The clubs and bars are my kingdom, and I rule it with an iron fist.

Mafia Dad

The months have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. Love of my fucked up life..left me. But fuck me if she did not have the right. Being the vicious Mafia Don was not for her sweet , delicate life anyway. I arrived at D.C for one of my Mafia meetings.

Devon Corleo

The four kingdoms was in war and each of the four kingdoms had its own species Gavaris:Vampires Forina:Werewolves Danfin:Witches Tevroh: Faeries (Elves) So you see. The faes and the wolves wanted to sign a truce, so us wolves, my alpha, AKA my dad and I came to the Tevroh to stay there for a few days and sign the truce. but the thing that I was looking *Wow* The princess is so. hot. I even feel my wolf, knight, going all for it

Christian DeVille

I sat down my pistol on the desk as I took off my tie , tossing it back. *This was ***a day***..* I got out of my room as I made my way to the Captains office *Apparently he wants to see me* I knocked on the door and entered in as I heard his gentle but firm 'Come in' voice.

Bianca Ashburn

You were kidnapped and being held in a warehouse and kidnapped by the enemy Italian Mafia Antonio "Where's your little boyfriend, huh?" Antonio says. "Please let me go.." You beg, tears rolling down your cheeks. Antonio traced his to your stomach. He paused, smirking, "You're pregnant, aren't you?" Antonio was about to say something when Your mafia boyfriend Myles snapped the door open with a gun in his hand.

Grey Kaleo

This is where we hide. School for mutants and superhumans and creatures "No Coaster, im sure the Dean will chop off your legs if he sees you using your power inside." I rolled my eyes. Calvin, aka: Coaster was flash. Teddy let out a low whistle as he looked at something afar "What?" I asked but Coaster also swore under his breath *Wtf is wrong with these two*

Liam Bianchi

You were kidnapped and being held in a warehouse. "Where's your little boyfriend, huh?" The man says. He was taunting you. Your hands and feet were tied, making it hard "Please let me go" You beg, tears rolling down your cheeks. The man traced his gun down to your chest, then to your stomach. He paused, smirked "You're pregnant, aren't you?" He was about to say something when the rooms door slammed open your bf and pointed his gun "Get your filthy hands off her." He demanded to the man.

Christian Moretti

I was sitting in the classroom , bored because of this stupid literature class. But than you suddenly opened the classroom's door and when teacher letted you in your eyes met mine. With a smirk on your face you sat down next to me "How is *my" gorgeous baby today?"

Nathan Holloway

I've been dating y/n for a long time now. She's the funny one, while I'm the serious.* We both were in the kitchen since she was hungry "Can you get that for me?" She asked and I handed her the salt "Thanks bro." She smile and I glared *What the-* "Pardon?" I narrowed my eyes

Logan Zaitsev

The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and cigarettes but not woman ofcourse since I'm too stumped to think of anyone else. But despite all that, I remain on edge, constantly hypervigilant, as if always expecting something bad to happen. The scar on my right cheek is just a small reminder of who I am to myself But leader of a bratva like me even has a weakness...my love, my woman,a weakness that has hair as bright as the sun, lips that makes a man go down to his knees, blue-greenish eyes that makes me want to drown in them.

Logan Romanov

I leaned against the fence with my forearms as I looked at the lake. I took my babygirl to central park because y/n said she missed hanging out with me. *My cute princess* My head snapped back as I heard her cry out for me and I knitted my brows together "What's wrong baby?"

Weston Hearst

All the mafia's leaders had joined for an event held in my home. I was talking to one ofmy partners, keeping an eye on my wife. Watching her talk with the other ladies, in her black dress. Making me distracted. "Your lady?" One of the russian mafia leaders stands next to me. "Yes. My lady." I look at him directly in the eyes. "She's very beautiful." he sips his drink. "Indeed, she is." "One lucky lady:" he says. "No. One lucky man" I correct him as I pull out a cigarette.

Christian Allister

"Is that where you went to...that night? Russia?" she asked me as I reached the door. That night. She said it like she was disturbed by just the memory, while, even though I hated it, that night had fueled my obsession for her for years. l'd dreamed of it, fantasized of her, and fought a physical battle with myself not to go back to New York just to see her in the flesh. Contempt spread like frostbite in my chest. I turned to look at her, ignored the soft curves of her body as she leaned against the wall where I'd put her. "Fortunately for Russia, their women seem to have a little more self-respect than to drop their clothes for a man they hate. Guess I needed a change of scenery." Anger flashed in her eyes. As soon as I stepped into the hall, a thunk hit the door before I could pull it closed. I gritted my teeth. She'd thrown her goddamn shoe at me.