Piccola Azzu

BLURB “Let me go! You can't do this to me!” I say in despair, pulling harshly on the chains binding my arms together as Alessandro brings the scary whip closer to me. “Who's going to stop me?” Alessandro asks in a rock hard tone as he lightly flicks his wrist, the tip of the whip hitting my ribs and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Fuck you, you shit-eating maniac. I hope you stumble down the stairs and break your neck!” I scream profanities at him as my body writhes in unimaginable pain. “Please. Please, I'm begging you. You have to stop.” I beg him as I break down crying, unable to withstand the pain any longer. “You know what I want, piccola morte. Admit you killed my wife and all this would be over.” Little death. Alessandro says in a tone that makes me grind my teeth in anger. “I have nothing to do with the death of your wife!” I say as sad tears slip from my eyes and down my cheeks when I spot the determined look in his eyes. “Then we will keep doing this till you admit the truth.” Alessandro says as he pushes away from me, the hard look on his face solidifying my feelings of fear. I was doomed. _____________________________ Blamed for the death of his wife, Aurelia’s life is made hell by Alessandro, the Don of the Italian Mafia. What happens when all that Alessandro has worked for is on the line and he finds himself in need of a wife? Will the truth come to light or will Aurelia continue to live in the shadows of Alessandro's dead wife? Will Aurelia be able to bring Alessandro out of the dark and into the light or will she also drown?

1. Personaggio terrificante di tenebrose credenze popolari, diffuse in vaste aree del mondo moderno, secondo cui il morto (spesso di morte accidentale o violenta, quindi ancora desideroso di vivere), richiamato in vita dal suo stesso spirito o da riti magici, va in giro di notte a succhiare il sangue dei vivi. 2. Nome com. dei pipistrelli della famiglia dei Desmodontidi, di piccola taglia, diffusi nell'America centro-merid.; ematofagi, mordono di notte i mammiferi in regioni prive di peli e con pelle sottile, succhiando dalla ferita il sangue che viene mantenuto fluido grazie a secreti salivari ricchi di anticoagulanti; possono trasmettere diverse malattie tra cui

Nothing like a werewolf or a vampire, yet just as powerful. His ink black hair fell around his expressionless face in the most enchanting way. His sharp and prominent feature looked like a masterpiece sculpted by God himself, yet his most distinguish features were his dark, detached eyes wich hid unfantomable secrets no human could think of. His every gesture resembled a natural predator, deathly yet beautiful. She stumbled into his life and she became his everything. With her wild, adventurous nature she adamantly refused to stay by his side. -With a smirk he took a step closer, his arm coming up on the other side of her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. "Don't underestimate me, piccola"

I run, my abdomen hurting and my lungs burning. A path. A fucking two-way path. I decide to go right hoping for the best, but the universe takes a giant shit on me. A dead end. I hear a sinister laugh echoing off the walls right behind me. I turn swiftly my hair flying with my actions. He stands there. So far, but yet he's so close. A face-off. A preditor, and his prey. He eyes me up and down ready to pounce. Ready to mark me as his once, and for all. He's hazed, and nothing can stop a hazed alpha. His lust showing in his hooded eyes. His lust for me, but I refuse to submit. That's what he likes about me, it's my blessing and my curse. He gives me that look. The look he gives me when he's thinking about all the things he's gonna do to me. I shiver in fear and excitement. Excitement because as much as I hate to admit it I really want to touch his abs. If you were me you'd want to touch his abs too. He's like a sex God, he reeks with sexuality. But he's nothing close to being an angel. He was more like the devil. I'd seen him with my own eyes, see how he is in action. He takes a step towards me, and I step back automatically. He smirks, "Are you afraid, Piccola cagna?" (Little bitch) I don't understand what he says. But it sounds like Italian. I stare him in the eye, "Fuck you." He growls, the sound echoing off every wall of the dark, wet alley. "What the fuck did you just say to me, human?" "I said, fuck you, Piccola Cagna." ( Little bitch) That's when he snaps. •°•°•°•°• A story about a girl living in a world where the impossible is possible. Vampires and witches rule the grasslands, werewolves and fairies rule the forest, mermaids and other fish rule the sea, god the heavens, and the devil the underworld. humans are at the bottom of the food chain, and they say the only safe place is a place called Eden where everyone can have refuge. Rumor or not she decides to risk it even if it means death just to leave the wretched place. ⚠️Warning: Dark Romance⚠️

Olivia Parker is an ordinary twenty-four year old girl with absolutely no ties to the underworld, the mafia but little did she know about the deal her father had made with the devil. Ginger head, freckled-face and oceanic blue orbs was how people saw her but there was so much underneath it. Those eyes led onto very little but look deeper and find the true Olivia Parker. Oh yes, she is a businesswoman and a part-time investigative journalist. Alessandro Valentini was what the common people call, The Mafia. The King. The Death. But was he just that? He commanded respect, he was the king in any room he walked into and most certainly was synonymous to fear. But most of all, he was a man of his word. A true Valentini. A word is what that got Olivia Parker and Alessandro Valentini together but how far will they go? Valentini may be the Mafia King but Parker was not a pushover and most certainly was not to be tamed, for all, no one can tame a lioness. ^^^^^^^^ " You will obey me mio amore." " Oh you can dream on because that is never going to happen." Olivia announced to the king and no one talks to the king like that. " Do you know the consequences of your actions Piccola?" He asked, his voice ice-cold as he took a step forward. " Only if I were afraid. If only." She mocked, her temper rising as she rolled her eyes and walked out on the Mafia King. Another thing no can could dare to do before her but then again, who's best to keep the King in check if not his Queen?