"we never wanted you" "why are you even here?" "just go get lost" "everyone was happy until you came, you ruined our happiness" "useless" he muttered under his breathe. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, but they never noticed it. Everything I did for them, they never noticed. Pain was all over me. I felt a sting of pain on my cheek, His eyes were covered with anger. I looked into the others, but their eyes were different from what I used to see before. This time, there were covered with anger and disgust, I have to go, go away from them, leave them alone so that they will be happy without me. I felt my heart was ripped into two parts, my legs were feeling weak, but I know they are strong enough to carry me away from MY BROTHERS. Lee Mi Hi, A soft delicate flower, who doesn't have a single idea of what's happening beyond the door of her house. She has big doe eyes shining with innocence, small soft hands like petals, long black hair. Pouty lips. She was a goddess of beauty. She was taken care by her mother, afraid that she would get hurt. Mi Hi is a 15 years old, beautiful in every way, kindness and innocence all over her. She maybe childish but very matured. Very intelligent and smart. Her mother gets married to a rich and famous business man in Korea, who happens to have 7 sons. Ruling the underworld with their power all over the world. They carry dark, evil and arrogant within them but she carries brightness, innocence and humbleness. She saw them as her everything, but something was wrong, Read to find out. I really apologize for the grammatical errors in my story. 😚 #2 btsnamjoon- 2.3k stories [8th February 2022] #1 btsjhope - 17.1k stories [23rd March 2022] #3 btsv - 16.3k Stories. [5th April 2022] #2 ot7 - 2.18k Stories [12th April 2022] #1 bts - 296k Stories [17th April 2022] #1 btsjungkook - 17.3k stories [15th May 2022] #2 btssuga - 22.9k [21st May 2022] #1 btsv - 16.4k [3rd June 2022] #2 btsjimin - 26.3k [1st Nov 2022]

UNFINISHED + DISCONTINUED "you're all mine; the hair, the lips, the body, it's all mine." highest previous rankings: - #1 in jimin - #1 in pjm - #1 in btsfanfic cover by: @TheChristianChimChim on Wattpad

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.

Jun Y/n made decisions to move to seoul with her best friend hwasa she's been working for a huge company for 6mths now she convinced you to come since you really needed the job. danger violence sex 21+⚠️⚠️⚠️🚫🚫 it's all fiction please don't be angry/ Englishi is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes 😭 (pictures are not mine )

you: i-is there something that you have to tell me? Jungkook: yes, I want you, right now. warning: This story is only for 21+, read at your own risk

21+ as the title says. This is dirty. This is fan fiction.

"What's going on Maverick?" she asked through gloss covered eyes. I huffed. I hated the position I was in. I would have to force her to take the oath of Omertà because that's the only way I'd be able to tell her everything. "You are sworn by Omertà not to tell anybody anything I'm about to tell you." "And if I do?" I fell silent as I tried to think of a euphemism. "You and whoever you told will face...dire consequences." I visibly saw her gulp before she nodded her head. I took a deep breath and exhaled in an attempt to calm my rapidly beating heart which was little to no help. It's now or never. "My family is apart of the mafia-" I was cut off by her laughter. She was laughing quite hysterically. I thought I had finally pushed her over the edge. "Tesoro-" "I'm sorry! I just thought you said the funniest thing! I could've sworn you said mafia," she said before she met my eyes. Her smile fell as she searched my face for any sign of deception. I nervously scratched the back of my head as she processed this new information. "You're not kidding," she more so stated than asked. I shook my head as she looked away deep in thought. She bit her lip and started fiddling with her fingers--things she does when she's anxious. I grabbed her hands making her stiffen. I forced the image of Alayah looking panicked due to my touch out of my head and continued to hold her hands. I proceeded to tell her everything. _________________________________ Highest Rankings 🔅 #1 in bwwn (1/26/2021) 🔅 #1 in bgwb (12/26/2020) 🔅 #5 in smoke (1/28/2021) I don't own any of the photos or media used in the book.

Previously titled Close. "Fuck, I already love you." I confess to her. "Oh, hold on mister," she jumps off my desk, "that's your head talking and I'm not referring to the one above your shoulders." I pull her close to me and hold her by her waist. "Now, why would you say something like that?" "We don't even know each other." "You didn't have a problem with that a few minutes ago." I raise my eyebrow at her. "I know... Look I gotta go. Your friend is waiting for you. You know where to find me, papi." 18+ Contains strong language and mature content.

He seemed sweet at first but was actually insane, and she was insane for loving him. His dark, murderous, chaotic lifestyle was a danger to her relatively peaceful, mundane life, but she didn't care. She lived for the frenzied and hectic living. He allured her and she wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. His entire life spelt out danger, but his threatening demeanour had a way of pulling her in, don't matter how much he hurt her. She was fully equipped to handle his world and was ready to take on everything it threw at her. All it took was a rainy night, bullets, blood and a bottle of spirit, and he had her hooked. Contains a lot of mature and gory content. (BWWM)

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt