Best Modern Novels

NEW STORY ALERT!!!!! 💦THE 💦 MAFIA🔥🔥 Glamour 🥵🥵 (Rated🔞) PROLOGUE "Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are...... mine Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work fora strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server.

Everyone in Kaelton envied me for the three elite young people my parents adopted, who treated me like a queen. Rodger Burton spent millions to light up the city with fireworks for the whole night to celebrate my birthday. Larry Burton planted roses throughout the estate to make me happy. Ethan Burton crafted a unique ring just for me with his rib to prove his sincerity. I was overjoyed, believing myself to be the happiest woman in the world. But when I accidentally ate a cake containing peanuts and nearly went into shock, I overheard the three guys whispering to Cailey Kirk, the daughter of the servant, Vida Kirk, in the hospital corridor. "Don't be afraid. She is merely allergic and went into shock. It is just a lesson for her." "Isn't she allergic to peanuts? We doubled the amount in the cake to punish her so that she would never have the guts to show off in front of you again." "Relax. She won't die. We just wanted to teach her a lesson for upsetting you." I stood in the shadows, and my heart turned cold. I nearly lost my life, but it was just the three guys' cruel joke to win Cailey over. Looking at the emergency medication Jayden Price had sent to my bedside, I wiped my tears and called my father, Huxley Burton. "I'll marry Jayden, despite his scars."

They call Marcus Chen a god-killer. A thief. An abomination. The truth? He's the only mortal who survived when Ares died on top of him, bleeding divinity into his veins. Now every pantheon in Chicago wants him dead before he finishes transforming into something that shouldn't exist, a god born from human flesh. Marcus has three days before execution. Three days to control the power that's burning him alive. Three days to expose the real conspiracy behind Ares's murder. The old gods ruled for millennia. Marcus Chen might be the last god they ever fear.

I woke up in total darkness, the air smelling of stale chemicals and dying flowers. When I tried to sit up, my forehead slammed into solid wood just three inches from my face. I was trapped in a coffin, buried alive next to the cold, stiff body of my fake husband, Cedric. My stepmother, Hermina, had poisoned our champagne at the gala to seize my trust fund, and now she was hosting a lavish memorial service for us right outside the lid. I found a faint, erratic pulse in Cedric's neck, but I couldn't just scream for help. If Hermina realized the dose wasn't lethal, she'd finish the job with a lethal injection under the guise of medical assistance. To survive, I bit my tongue until I tasted blood and tore my hair into a tangled mess. When I finally kicked the lid open and spilled onto the marble floor, I didn't act like a rescued heiress; I crawled like a broken doll, shrieking about poisoned bubbles and "the bad man" while Manhattan's elite watched in absolute horror. The betrayal was suffocating. My own family watched as Hermina tried to sedate me back into silence, playing the role of a grieving saint while her eyes remained cold as ice. Even more shocking was Cedric, who rose from the casket like a predator, commanding the room with a terrifying authority that proved our entire marriage had been a lie. I couldn't understand how many secrets were buried in that house, or why my "boring" husband was suddenly acting like a man who owned the city. After kneeing Cedric in the stomach to break his iron grip, I bolted out into the torrential rain. I didn't care that I was barefoot or that the world thought I was insane. I had the key to my father's secret safe in my hand, and I was going to make sure Hermina paid for every second of darkness she forced me to endure.

At twenty-one, Aria Vale believed marriage would give her the family she had always dreamed of. Married to Lucien Blackwood-a wealthy, admired man who promised protection-she sacrificed her dreams, her independence, and her voice. One year later, with a newborn in her arms and no money to her name, Aria is abandoned without warning. Broken, poor, and underestimated, she disappears from his world. Years later, she returns transformed, not as the naïve girl he controlled, but as a powerful woman standing far above him. This time, love is not her weakness. And the billionaire who thought she was nothing will learn what he lost.

Aria Cole lost everything the day her father was arrested. To save her family, she accepts a deal she never imagined-marriage to Julian Blackwood, the billionaire who destroyed her life. Cold, cruel, and driven by revenge, Julian believes Aria's family is responsible for his mother's death. Their marriage is a contract built on hatred, silence, and punishment. But as secrets unravel and emotions refuse to stay buried, Aria must decide- will she survive loving the man who ruined her... or will he destroy her completely?