(𝒂𝒅𝒋.) 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When loud-mouthed, sassy Violetta Monét finally meets her match, a mysterious and dark Russian man named Zade Mirov, will she finally succumb to him or fight back just to keep up her rebellion? Violetta Monét has had her entire life planned out for her, and she's sick of it. She has been for as long as she can remember. And if she can't control her own life, she will make sure it goes up in flames. Zade Mirov has always been in control. From birth everything has gone his way until he meets Violetta. And what Zade wants, he will stop at nothing to get. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "You stole from us, so you attend the dinner," Zade started, his eyes captivating mine in a way that stole my breath. "Unless you want something worse." His eyes flashed with something- something dark. Something I shouldn't mess with. But as I said, I wasn't good at following any orders. "Are you threatening me?" I asked, keeping my voice low and calm. I heard Carmen squeak out my name once again, but I wasn't listening. "If that's how you took it, then sure." He shrugged with a taunting smirk. Ugh! The nerve of this man! I jammed the heel on my shoe into his foot, making him hiss in pain. "Then take this as an even clearer answer than no." I snapped. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ -°. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀-𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .°- 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔. ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 ~

Chanity has been in Houston Texas living alone all her life. She rarely ever comes out of the comfort of her Apartment. What happens when a quick gas station run for period cravings introduces her to whole new life but also brings back the old one...

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

There was no light within him. From the midnight curls to his charcoal eyes that stalked prey. He was the dark magic mother warned me of, and I wanted to be hexed. He was no match for me. "I want to know you" In which a girl whose only experience lays in fairy tales catches the attention of a towns most prolific underground boxing delinquent Bwwm #18 in Boxing the 22nd of December 2020 #30 in WMBW the 22nd of November 2020 #33 in WattyAwards 11th of December 2020 #51 in WMBW 11th of December 2020

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