How Tall Is Gono

" You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. “ I don’t know what you're talking about.” I defended. I clutched the wall behind me as he moved closer with his hand on the door above my head. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest that was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you ? " " you! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this wall and show just how much I can make your weep for me. " He whispered in my ear. She's fire and he's ice. Sicily holds many secrets but is Brianna ready for the ones Nikolai has to offer? A life of crime, gunfire, and passion is not what she signed up for. Can she handle the enigma that is Nikolai?

Excerpt; "Mr Donovan." "You can call me D." "D." "Uh huh. Look at me, will you?" She met his gaze again. "I don't want to be your girlfriend." She told him. His smirk returned. "I know. But I don't care. The choice isn't yours. This is not up for debate. And please-" His pause caused her a great deal of worry as he took her chin in his hand, pinning her with an austere gaze. "Do not say that again." -------------------------------- LOGLINE: Boma, a reserved freshman accustomed to a quiet life, has to navigate the overpowering interest of Donovan, a dominant third-year student with a dangerous reputation, in order to maintain her peace and resist his early marriage plans. *** Now on Amazon Kindle. (171 Chapters only). You won't regret reading this book. It's the most uncliche love story. Main Genre: Dark Romance. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE HEART FOR SUCH. OTHERWISE, Happy Reading! Sincerely PG

"K-Kane!" she gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. He smirked. "What?" Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "Stop that." His hands slid over her waist, securing her in place. "Why?" She swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "You're making my heart beat too fast." Kane took her small hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as violently as hers. "Like mine?" he asked, voice lower, more intense. By day, Kane is a tech billionaire, dominating boardrooms with his sharp mind and icy demeanor. By night, he's a ruthless underground boxer, unleashing his demons with every brutal punch. No one gets close-until Mona. She's small, shy, and too damn sweet for his world. With fiery red hair and innocent green eyes, she's the only softness he's ever known. But behind her hesitant smiles lies a dark past, one that haunts her in nightmares she refuses to talk about. When a storm forces her to stay the night, lines blur. One kiss turns into obsession. One secret could destroy them both. Can Kane protect her from the past she reveals or will his own darkness consume them first? * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Noah has powers to hide. Its power can invite danger. So what happens if Noah continues to use his powers? Not to mention there is Xeva who is chasing Noah's love.

For seven years, I had been the secret of Enzo Gallo, the new Don of the Gallo family. When I went to register our son Lucas's birth, I discovered Enzo had already married his sister-in-law, Camilla, and claimed her child as his own. Her child became the heir to the family, with all the privileges that entailed. My child became a shameful bastard. Years ago, after Enzo's brother died, the family elders gave Enzo one condition to become Don: he had to have an heir with his sister-in-law to secure the Gallo bloodline. That night, Enzo held me close and swore I was his only true wife. He promised that once Camilla gave birth, he would give me the wedding I deserved. But he missed Lucas's birthday the day Camilla went into labor. Instead of the wedding he promised me, all I got was the news of his marriage to his sister-in-law. My son gently wiped away my tears with his small hand: "Mamma, don't be sad. I changed my birthday wish. I don't want a Papa anymore." "I don't care about being an heir. Having you is enough." I pulled Lucas into my arms, swallowing the bitterness that rose in my throat. "Who says you aren't an heir? Baby, Mamma is taking you home. To our family." What Enzo doesn't know is that I am the only daughter of the most powerful Mafia family in Sicily. I never cared about being the Donna of the Gallo family.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....