Twisted Destiny, a wlw short story. In a world where shadows are sharper than truth, Aurelia Blaine awakens with nothing but a name, a high-rise empire, and a father who seems all too eager to guide her steps. Outwardly ruthless and poised, she's the enigmatic owner of Blaine Company - a woman of elegance and steel. But behind closed doors, the cracks in her memory echo louder than she'll ever admit. When threats begin to circle, protection arrives in the form of Davina Lia Sokolova-a striking, soft-spoken bodyguard with eyes like secrets and precision like a blade. Cold on the outside, unreadable by design, Davina is everything Aurelia shouldn't trust. Yet, the more danger tightens its grip, the more impossible it becomes to deny the pull between them. But in a city where loyalty is currency and silence is survival, nothing is ever what it seems. Because the truth? It's waiting to bleed through. And when it does... it won't ask for permission. ***** Aurelia Blaine 24 | Italian | CEO of Blaine Company 5'7" | Tan skin | Green eyes | Brown hair Bossy. Elegant. Feared. But only if you don't know her. Behind the sharp tongue and polished façade lies a woman with a quiet tenderness and the kind of loyalty that burns. Davina Lia Sokolova 29 | Half Russian, Half Egyptian | Assassin & Sniper 6'4" | Tan skin | Brown eyes | Black hair Mysterious. Protective. Dangerous in heels or combat boots. Davina doesn't talk much-but when she does, you'll listen. Her silence speaks louder than gunfire, and her gaze has a way of unraveling even the most fortified hearts. ***** Tropes: • Slow-but fast paced burn • CEOxbodyguard • Revenge/betrayal • wlw/gxg

« I can't marry your son , because I like woman » « That's good, there's his sister » 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? when Sanar discovers that her life is linked to an arranged marriage due to her family situation. could she live with the famous mystery woman, the most feared of all mafias, as the darkest secrets threaten their relationship. 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 Mia 𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

A simple waitress girl by the name of Charlotte want to jump town, but a calm, lethal mafia boss stood in her way of that. : : "What is this?" I questioned, wide-eyed, staring up at a grinning Isami. "That is us about to teach, little Kyle Hummock here a little lesson." Her fingertips moved from my throbbing chest to my quivering lips. Looking at Kyle, he was severely battered and gasping against the tight bound that kept his breath in. "Please let him leave." She giggled, and I focused my gaze on her dark eyes. "I want him to see me fuck you, little flower." Her sardonic chuckle rings around the room. "I want him to realize how much you are mine now."

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.