★★★ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Imani was only working there for necessary means, only for Kazimir to come and change it all. Forced to face reality with her past, discoveries, and open fresh wounds, A developing partnership with Kazimir. What could go wrong? The Ex-Queenpin of the Sinaloa Cartel and The Russian Mob. Possibly everything. ★★★ Once you're in you can't get out, that's how it is when you're involved with crime. There is no easy way to get out, but I did get out or so I thought.

An evil smirk appeared on his lips as he walked closer and closer. "You can't escape from me baby girl." My heart was racing. I was gasping for air. "Don't test me baby girl or things will get worse." His grip on my neck got tighter. The darkness surrounded me slowly. "N... n... no"

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

(Dark romance, abusive, violence and adult content.... please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics) He grabbed her jaw as he warned, "Are you up for giving up your life for his?.... remember, it's life time deal......" His fingers were trying have grip over her smooth skin, tinting her skin in scarlet. Her eyes were in tears, she looked at the kid at gun point then turned to the ruthless man himself, She whispered, "Leave him.... however he offended you.... I will pay the price...." Seth smirked at this stupid girl, he said, "So, everything you have will me on my mercy.... Your life, your death, tears, pain... everything will be my will.... only death will be escape..." She was fearful, trembling, she still said to herself, "I have to one to cry for me.... but this kid has..... If that monster wants life, then it must be some as useless as me...." She turned to the kid as she said, "Daniel.... go back... never mention this to anyone.... you never came here.... go!" Seth warned, "I haven't allowed him to..."His eyes showed his anger, and thrust for pain. She begged, "I am willing to give my life.... just let that kid go... Please Sir....." She whispered to herself I don't know what I am walking into... but.... I have no way but to face.... Seth warned with a deadly smirk, "Now... Your life is mine.... forever....."

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

What happens when you're sold to a pureblood vampire? ~ Brittany, a fifteen year old girl is sold to a pureblood vampire Prince. Purebloods are considered the most dangerous vampire breeds. They possess three times a normal vampire's powers. Pureblood royals possess two times the powers of a normal pureblood and are also the most dangerous purebloods. ~ Brittany's life might be in danger or did it just get better? This intriguing Vampire Romance Novel will keep you hooked till the very end. Enjoy! ... A/N: This is my first time writing a book on wattpad, I hope you enjoy it😊

My feet sank into the damp, muddy earth as I fled through the field. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly against my bruised chest, and I could hear his rasping breath as he chased after me. "I can't let him catch me." Forrest Peterson was sixteen when she disappeared without a trace. There were no leads, no trails, no body to be found. There were no witnesses or suspects. She was just gone. A year and a half after her disappearance, Forrest is found bloody, broken, and desperate to be rescued. She escaped from her captors and longs to find normalcy in her life again, starting with the handsome and familiar man who saved her. Everything should be falling in place after the eighteen months she was missing, but there's a problem. Forrest doesn't remember anything. She doesn't remember being kidnapped, she doesn't remember what happened, she doesn't remember who her kidnappers are. Her mind is blank, and she fears her kidnappers identities will never be revealed. As Forrest struggles to find her place back in life she slowly begins unraveling the fragments of her memory, uncovering the painful secrets her past holds. The truth of what happened that fateful day and the horrors she faced is just a flashback away, and she wants the answers as soon as she can get them. But Forrest is running out of time. The monsters are still out there, and they're much closer than she thinks. *Pictures are not mine and belong to their rightful photographers*

Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing who she is. She has to pretend to be the person, and at the end of the day her new body dies. The media have a name for these deaths: the Reaper Syndrome. No one believes it's a person jumping from body to body, until Joe. He's a conspiracy theorist, but she can make him listen. He trusts her, and he can also see the mysterious man, Samael, that's following her. Why is this happening to her? Who can she trust? Every day it takes her to end the Reaper Syndrome, another person dies. She doesn't want the last victim to be her. *2021 Wattys Shortlisted*

••^^"Meek......obedient.....naive....plain....emotional....docile....I guess she will do." I heard him utter to himself and I was lost as to what he meant by that. He reached inside on of the drawers to take out a file and pushed it my way. "I trust your feeble mind will be capable of memorizing everything in here by Monday. You, Miss Wilson, you are going to pretend to be my fiancée for a week. My driver will be over to pick you up on Sunday evening, that will be all. You can go now."^^••• He needed a pretend fiancée for a week to convince his grandfather to fully hand over all Adkins holdings to him. She was the perfect person to use to convince his grandfather he was family oriented and could commit not only to his work. What happens when the devilishly handsome Italian Yale Adkins-Benenati imposes his way on Santa Faye Wilson, a plain, naive, plus size and clumsy girl? Will sparks ignite and consume them both?

Abigail dobrev. A big girl with big dreams. To be a fashion designer. Growing up she was always picked by people for her colour, size and dressing sense. Now she wants to make people beautiful of every shape and size. What happens when she has no choice but to take inches of a man for an emergency. César Azevedo. Satan. That's it. Bloodthirst runs in his family. If something doesn't goes according to him. He'll prepare a funeral for everyone, of everyone. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Come closer gatinha." He said sliding his hands in pocket looking straight into my figure. I slowly started taking my steps forward to him and stood a bit far. "Are you ready?" He said nothing on his face. Just emotionless. I nodded and hesitantly forwarded my hand to his figure so that I can measure him. In a second he grabbed my wrist, pulled me closer by my waist. I looked at him with widened eyes, my breathing hitched when he rubbed his nose with mine. "Remember you have to pay a price gatinha. And....." He went down to my ass and I looked elsewhere avoiding his gaze. He squeezed my butt and I gasped. He inserted his thumb and started moving it slowly on my mouth. ".. that can be anything." This is a dark story. 🔞🔞🔞. It contains, violence, abuse and sexual contents. Read at your own risk. All rights © reserved by @darkbeneathlight