❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⟡ My life was good until my sister ran away from this marriage. Everything collapsed. My dream, my happiness, my family, my life. My life never gets tired of surprising me. I thought I was the only one being replaced, but life surprised me when my groom was also replaced. But it's not a coincidence. He is the one who replaced him as a groom. 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒐𝒗 ⟡ As I pulled the trigger, I saw those blue eyes, wide with fear, and I felt nothing. No pity, no remorse. Just the satisfaction of knowing she couldn't hide from me. I will cage her by my side, not with love or kindness, but with chains forged from fear and control. She will stay not because she wishes to, but because I will strip her of the freedom to leave, ensuring her every step and breath is mine to command. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Aaron Russo - Don of the Russo mafia. "To kill or be killed" He had many women in his life but the one thing he didn't do was love or relationships. He said it was a weakness, something people can exploit and hold against you, something he can't have being the head of the mafia. His main objectives are making money, killing traitors and over powering every other mob. That's until he laid eyes on her. Aaron Russo may not do love or relationships, but he knew she was going to be his. She was made for him. Florence Stan - First year uni student. Finally away from strict parents and boyfriend. Studying, making friends and partying is on her agenda for the next three years while she stays in accommodation. She wanted to see what she'd been missing over the years when her father wouldn't allow her to go out, that's untill she ends up at the wrong club at the wrong time. His club. Little did she know the "freedom" she thought she'd just gained would disappear once again. She would no longer be her father's property but his. •• "Well you didn't think I'd just sit here, accept your deal and fall at your knees begging for you to be with me forever, did you?" I smile at her causing her smile to drop. "Don't answer that, you proved you were a freak when you kidnapped me. Anyways, since I have lived with my father for 18 years, I know what men like you and him are like, there's no way for me to get out of this. So, for the next two years I will do everything to make you hate me, I will make you wish you never brought me into your life. By time It gets to the end you will be begging my father to take me back." I slowly get up and walk around the table till I'm right in front of her. Her breathing hitches as I sit on the desk with my hands on my knees, bent down inches away from her face "Princess, I don't beg, the only person who will be begging is you when you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Don't make empty threats again

dissing what he said away I clear my throat " I appreciate your help Mr. knight, but how about we let the cops do their job? And my name is nessa or Ms. Richard ". He chuckles " I said it's none of your concern mio angelo" emphasizing the nickname. " stop calling me that " I snap. what the hell is his deal, yes im grateful he's here and im not alone with the man but he's making things worse by what he's doing. " I can call you whatever I want, you know why?" He asks pulling me into his chest for the second time this day. only thhis time it doesn't comfort me, it scares me even more. My breath gets hitched, I feel as if my heart will come out of my chest. not in a good way, he's creeping me out. he caresses my cheek with his finger and says" because you are mine". ------------------------------ Nessa Richard, a 23 years old girl who works as a personal assistant to the famous billionaire Austin black during the day and at night goes to the strip club to support her best friend sofie benette who is a doctor and a stripper. Nessa believes in love and is naive for her age but also has an attitude and is a badass. She doesn't do one night stands nor relationships because she wants to focus on herself. ------------------------------ ace knight, a famous billionaire during the day and a powerful mafia leader at night. He uses girls like tissues and never hesitates to spill blood. He knows better than to trust people, but there is one person that he trusts with everything his work, his money, even his life.. Austin black, his best friend . He is ruthless, and as people call him a monster. what happens when he sees nessa during Sophie's show and gains an unhealthy obsession? Whatever he wants he gets and now that it's her, will he be able to get her? This story contains: • mental abuse •rape •mention of suicide •trauma But it has a happy ending:)

It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell...

Ava Watson rescued a man on the side of the road and brought him home, later she found a man has amnesia. This man was strikingly handsome, with dark blonde hair, deep blue eyes and muscular body. Who wouldn't fall for that? After waking up, he was treating her with careness, gentleness and Ava fell in love hard for him. They quickly got married. However, once the man recovered his memory, Ava was stunned when he turned into different man with power and richness. He treated her with ruthless, coldness, broke her heart into pieces. He was not the same gentle man with whom she fell in love. After many heartbreaks, Ava finally accepted her faith and wanted to erase this heartless man out of her life completely. But no, she found out later that once she stepped into this man's life, there is no escape. His obsession was going to bring chaos, heartbreaks and dangers into her peaceful life. Ava thought. "I wish I had never met you on the side of the road that day, William Wright!"

In the heart of London - England, the story began: Three years of silence, distance, and cold stares-that was their marriage. The only warm thing Elena Hartwell could get from her husband Logan Bennett was intoxicating intimacy in their bedroom. She should have left then. But she didn't. Because love makes fools of the strongest hearts. But the final blow came when: * One night when her husband looked her in the eye and said, "Elena, You'll never be good enough to carry my children." * Her husband traded her like a pawn to a business partner while he enjoyed a cozy night with his mistress. * Her husband's "true love" showed off an engagement ring and baby bump online. It was humiliating. Cruel. Everything shattered. That was the day something in Elena snapped. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just slid the divorce papers to her husband and demanded what was rightfully hers. Logan laughed. "You'll leave with nothing, gold digger." Elena said. "If you're not clear on that, I don't mind having my lawyer teach you a thing or two about marriage law!" But Elena didn't know that once she stepped into this heartless marriage, there was no escape. The more she fought, the more hurtful she would had gotten. But no matter what, Elena would ready to fight tooth and nail against her bastard husband to get her freedom back.