"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

Cosa Nostra: The life that finds you, not the other way around. In 1926, as the Mafia rises to power and families claim their territories, a story unfolds. Omeretta Jackson, a sharp-witted and resilient nurse, carries the weight of her past along with the responsibility of raising her two younger brothers. A Southern-born Black woman navigating the pulse of Harlem during the New Negro Movement, living by the rules of the south that isn't much needed in the north. Two men stand at opposite ends of the underworld: one, a capo of the Vitale Family, and the other, a Southern capo of the Mancini Family. Their worlds collide with Omeretta's, binding their fates in a dance of power, identity, and forbidden alliances. A world that found her as much as she avoided it. The truths about the known and unknown worlds. . . . "Freedom, indeed, is a Black woman." - #1 cosanostra 12/1/25' #2 renaissance 12/1/25' #6 harlem 12/10/25' #105 newyork 12/28/25' #54 cowboy 1/3/25' #61 Italianmafia 1/3/25'

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

Spin off to "Little White Lies" PLEASE READ LITTLE WHITE LIES FIRST OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!! Everyone knows the name "Sniper Jo." He's the most dangerous hitman in America... Except "He's" a "She" After the tragedy that struck her family Jolene Madden found her lust for anger and vengeance. Once Vincent refuses to help her, she transforms herself in to a lethal weapon behind his back. All went to plan until she gets sent a hit on the latest mafioso.

(Male Perspective) (palette cleanser since my more recent stories have been fairly dark. Finally, if any of the information used to describe aspects of her culture is incorrect, please correct me) After being dropped with the bomb of his parents welcoming a host child, Koda becomes acquainted with his new roommate. A beautiful girl named Adaeze who, no matter where she goes, has all eyes on her and makes jaws drop to the floor. Koda is not immune to this either. After just getting out of a bad relationship, he's a bit on the fence, but can't seem to pull himself away from the new girl in town. (Warning: story contains harsh language and smutt scenes)

[SLOW UPDATES] [Really slow updates] [A Ryomen Sukuna X Op Oc Fanfiction] "I never said you could walk away, Human." his voice reverberates through my skull, causing the bones in my spine to tingle one at a time. when I turned to face him, my plump lips held nothing but a smirk. " I think you forget who's really the boss here. Should I remind you with this tight pussy that you enjoy so much." he stood ramrod straight, all four of his eyes gleaming red with mirth. " You wanna drive me crazy don't you? I forget that you're so tight it hurts... Naughty human." ... In which a girl from an unknown yet powerful bloodline gives both Gojo and Sukuna a run for their money. Her eyes tell her story, her scars are the words written in permenant ink on her melanin skin... her lips open to sing a song that no one should know or understand... All to one who knows it well... ... .. . Ryomen Sukuna

The villainess who has reborn five times just wants to rest in peace. I am Odette, I was once an heiress who had it all, be it money, status or fiance. When my perfect stepsister appeared, I realized I was just a villain in this story. I, being the evil stepsister, was of course killed off halfway through the story. When I opened my eyes again I was reborn, but no matter what I did, I died in the end. Having experienced burning on a stake, the guillotine, hanging and stabbing to death, all I wanted now was to die normally after a normal life. Please let me rest in peace!

Coming back to Seoul is bittersweet for Elera. She still felt the sting of her parent's sacrifice as a maid and driver for Kims'. Now Elera returns as one of them... the wealthy. She was now the wife of a cheating chaebol husband. One that justifies his cheating by claiming they are in an open relationship. In this glamorous world of entitlement, murder and secrets, Elera knows all too well the facades that the elite hide behind. She learned long ago not to fight the system. But being back opens old wounds and masked intentions surround Elera once more. Past relationships and whispers of affairs intertwine with new seductions and ulterior motives. Navigating it all, Elera yearns to unmask the true natures around her. But the web of deception runs too deep. All she can do is dance carefully amidst the secrets, wanting to trust yet unsure of who is real. Because in Seoul's elite circles, everyone hides behind a mask. #1 Koreandrama #2 melodrama

Patricia is a Jamaican-American student at Hunter College in New York. When she meets Marlon Brando, an up and coming actor in the year 1948, her life changes forever. Marlon teaches her all the pleasures and desires one can possibly experience in life. #1 in #brando Instagram: @vintagexpast Twitter: @vintagexpast Cover by: @/elizlou on IG Warning: There are BDSM themes in this book, and heavy dominant/submissive play

Highest Rankings #9 in Romance 11/13/2018 #96 in bwwm 12/21/2018 He caught the tear that traveled down my cheek. His stormy green eyes stared back at me with intensity. "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. You. Are. Mine." .......... Rated: MA (Mature Content and Foul Language). ©2019 Copyright belongs nightmarebunny101