They called her a mistake. They called him a monster. Princess Ariel Ravenspire was born of forbidden passion - the bastard daughter of a king who cannot bear to look at her and a mistress long since forgotten. In the court of Elarion, she is a ghost draped in silk, invisible except when her half-siblings need a target for their cruelty. They've spent years trying to break her and snuff out the gentle fire that burns within her chest. But Ariel refuses to become the villain of her own story. Where they offer hatred, she gives grace. Where they see weakness, she harbors an unshakable strength. Across war-torn borders, in the shadow-draped Kingdom of Umbrahal, Crown Prince Caden Valtara is the nightmare that haunts the wicked. They call him the Demon Prince - a title he's earned with blood and brutality. Ruthless to his enemies, merciless to the corrupt, he moves through the darkness like vengeance incarnate, dismantling trafficking rings and crushing those who prey upon the powerless. The aristocracy trembles at his name. The common folk whisper prayers of gratitude. He is judge, jury, and executioner - and he has never apologized for the monster they've made him. When two kingdoms exhausted by endless war finally seek peace, the price is steep: a royal bride to seal the treaty. Ariel, the unwanted princess, becomes the sacrifice - a lamb offered to the demon. She expects death, or worse. He expects a fragile, terrified girl who will cower in his presence. But neither expects to find, in the person they were taught to fear, the one soul in all the realms who truly sees them. She was raised to be forgotten. He was born to be feared. But some bonds are forged in fire - and no kingdom can stand against them. A demon feared by all. A princess loved by none. Tropes: Only soft towards her Insta Love (INSTA) Arranged Marriage (forced) Love at first sight Villian mmc (kinda?) Touch her and die 🤭 HEA

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"You want a job here, Victoria?" He asks quietly, and I swallow beneath his grip. It was hard for me to breathe- much less speak. Fear spills throughout my body at the sudden realization that Nico could completely crush my windpipes if he wanted to. One squeeze and my life will be over. He brings me closer to his face and I freeze when his thumb slides down the side of my neck. It startles me, causing my heart to thrash restlessly against my ribcage. "Consider yourself hired." Head tilted, he looks at me closely. "You just signed your life away to me. I hope it was worth it." •••

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

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Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia. She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and they find out that she's minor without a legal guardian. They do a DNA test to find out that she's actually the Italian mafia princess, a Cortello. And now she has to live with the people she was taught to hate, kill and fear, the Italian mafia. And they were taught to hate her as well. Will this family of enemies turn into a family of love? TW: mature content, sexual assault, rape, violence, strong language, abuse, drugs, self-harm. Started: 10/06/22 Finished: - Most impressive ranks: #6 mafiaprincess #2 xander #1 sixbrothers #1 abuse #1 guns #1 overprotective #3 knives #3 drugs #1 alcohol #1 trauma #5 French #1 abused #1 knives