When Astraia is taken in by a sadistic mercenary of the black market, her life takes a turn for the worst of torture, sex, and submission to the possessive dominance of Levi... [ READ TAGS ] [ TRIGGER WARNING ]

Chance is a red pill, misogynistic realist who's seen it all-lies, betrayal, manipulation. In his eyes, every woman is the same. So when his best friend starts falling for some wide-eyed, sweet-talking girl, Chance sees right through her. He's not just suspicious-he's on a mission. --To expose the truth-- --To protect his best friend-- To prove-once and for all-that love is just a trap... and EVERY female... EVERY single last one is a snake.

un·or·tho·dox adjective contrary to what is usual, traditional, or accepted; not orthodox. /// This boy has a lot of issues and secrets. He's stranger than anyone she's ever met. What could go wrong? /// "I want to kill you." "I want to kiss you."

When a cupid is tasked with setting up the woman he has feelings for, he decides instead to sabotage her matches while he uncovers why the Fates are targeting her. ***** Supernatural forces have secretly decided human destiny for centuries. Both the Fates and inhuman criminal cartels have used cupids and their powers of manipulation to control love and desire. But Declan is a rarity: a full-blooded cupid who freelances for both sides. Gifted with an extraordinary ability to sense human desire, he wields his powers to match couples, break them up, and even drive people to madness. Love is his business, but he's seen how it can destroy lives and is determined not to fall himself. When Declan receives his next assignment, the target is the last person he ever expected: his sassy neighbor and laundry-room companion, Bree Logan--the one girl in the world that he secretly wants for himself. Declan doesn't want to set her up with the love of her life, but he knows if he turns down the job, someone else will. He decides on a third option: take the assignment and sabotage her matches. The Fates may have a plan for her--but he's got one of his own. --------- ✓ Completed: September 10th, 2024 © All Rights Reserved ⚠️ Trigger Warning: Contains adult language, explicit sex (consensual), physical violence, drug use (marijuana), and alcohol consumption. Themes discussed include adoption, child abandonment, foster care, ableism, organized crime, biphobia, and autistiphobia. Content warnings may be incomplete. This book is intended for adult readers and reader discretion is encouraged.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

Obsession [Noun] - The domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc. Or, in which Elijah King can't seem to take no for an answer. © All rights reserved to Cocoapebbles 2018

Venus was a common house slave, she did as she was told, listened to no one except her master and knew the consequences of disobedience. But when her master tries to take her virtue she, for the first time in her life, tells him no and runs only to land into the arms of the masters son, James. James is a much kinder man than his father, after having studied abroad for many years he knows more of the world than his father. But When Venus literally falls into his arms, why does he feel an unfamiliar electricity course his veins? Will they be together? Or will fate and unfair circumstance ruin their chance at forever? Highest Ranking #109

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.