⚠️warning⚠️ this book contains mature content and abuse. This Is the first warning and will not be the last. Andrei Volkov is the head of the Russian Mafia. He's ruthless, dangerous, rich and has every woman on their knees begging for him to take them. He's never loved anyone, since his past has left him unable to do so. Skylar Jones; homeless and without any family. She's the kindest and the most selfless person you will ever meet even without money. One day, Skylar meets two men that work for the Russian Mafia. They offer her job that she has a tough time refusing even with the strings attached. What will poor innocent Skylar do when she meets the Andrei? Will she fall madly in love like the rest or simply think him as another man? WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRIGGER STUFF TO SOME PEOPLE. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET BY THE THOUGHT OF RAPE OR ABUSE, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.

"Sell your virginity to me and I will clear your father's debt." ~~.~~ Angelique Ryans had a promising future ahead of her. Prestige school, lovable personality, talent. She had it all, until the day her father gambled away their lives to a man famed for brutality. The choice was simple - strip for the mafia or die a miserable death. Or..to strike a deal with the devil himself. Nikolai Ivanov had his sights set on her. An innocent and pure Angel - all his to break. Ruling with an iron fist and wicked heart, he was ought to ruin her. Every curve of her was made for him to take and ravish. Only, this Angel is fiercer then she seems. She's the light to his darkness. The calm to his storm. In the end...who will break first?

What's worse than being abused by a parent? What's worse than watching someone lose their life? What's worse than being in the clutches of a serial killer? September Walker never in her life considered these questions. Little did she know that the answers would soon find her; when she finds herself pulled away from her hometown and locked in the basement of some demented psychopath. September thinks her life is over when she finds out the killer doesn't want to hurt her at all. Instead he wants to have an apprentice to continue his work... But not in the way she'd expect. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (This takes place in 1998, just FYI.) ⚠️ Trigger warning for basically the whole book. FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOUR PERSONAL THOUGHTS! I'm very interested in what you guys think! Ranked #1: Murderer Ranked #1: Killer Ranked #1: Torture Ranked #1: Psychotic Ranked #1: Murder

Dia adalah Arsen dan Zara adalah hidupnya. Bagi Arsen, Zara adalah nafasnya dan juga kebahagiaannya. Arsen bahagia saat Zara menurut padanya. Arsen bahagia saat Zara menatapnya takut. Arsen bahagia saat Zara menjerit sakit karenanya. Arsen bahagia saat Zara terluka karenanya. semuanya sesimple itu bukan? Blurb : "Ayo kita bermain. " "Apa? " "Mudah, kuberikan dua pilihan padamu dan kamu harus memilih salah satunya." "Apa itu? " "Berdarah atau mendesah? " ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Highest of Rank : #Rank 1 Psycopath on 21 Nov 20 #Rank 1 obsesi on 27 Nov 20 #Rank 2 dark on 30 nov 20 #Rank 2 possesive on 30 nov 20 #Rank 1 posesif on 30 Nov 20 #Rank 1 dark on 1 Des 20 #Rank 1 obssesion on 2 Des 20 #Rank 1 ceritapendek on 19 Des 20 #Rank 2 darkromance on 19 Des 20 #Rank 1 darkromance on 23 Des 20 #Rank 1 shortstory on 22 Jan 21 ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Warning 18+ Biasakan sebelum membaca, follow akun saya dulu karena saya gak akan menyusahkan kalian dengan memprivate cerita. Cerita murni berasal dari otak dan jari saya, jika menemukan kesamaan mungkin hanya sebuah ketidak sengajaan atau saya yang di plagiat. Untuk para plagiat, inget ada Tuhan yang maha melihat dan hukum yang tertulis. Pernah terbit di Glorious Publisher. Repost on Karyakarsa! Happy Reading & Enjoy guys!! Instagram : @Kristt_19

To long I've held this need. So many things piled up on my shoulders. I long for catharsis. A place to just leave everything on the floor when I'm done. I didn't know he'd even noticed. I sense him before I see him. His scent curls up around me like a warm blanket around my body and an iron fist around my throat. In my path, he's been strangely silent as of late and his appearance makes me nervous but I am strong. Even here I refuse to show my vulnerability and weakness. With confidence I continue into the room. Each click echoes off the walls and punctuates the step. "Good evening, pet." His voice is deep and smooth, running over my frayed nerves in a manner that soothes the savageness running through my veins. In that moment I know... until he's done with me, I am under his command.