MAJOR EDITING ONGOING!!! Read at your own risk!! Very cringe and plot holes 😭 Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino "You drive me insane, Mia," he continued, stepping closer, his voice dripping with possession. "Every time you smile at another guy, every time they try to talk to you, I feel like I'm seconds away from losing my mind." His fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch hesitant yet burning. Then, his voice drops into a whisper. "Can I kiss you?" A shiver runs down my spine. I don't hesitate. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

❝There is no sinner like a young saint.❞ ||MATURE CONTENT|| In which a girl sets her eyes on a forbidden man. COMPLETED. All rights reserved. kingkatewrites 2023. cover by alluringathena

𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆˚✿˖° 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍. While trying to make the most of her life and also secure a better future for her nephew, agrees to a once in a lifetime opportunity. Marrying the cold and very intimidating business partner of her boss. 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍. The brooding boss of the Irish Mafia. He has achieved everything in his life. From taking over his father's throne, to getting a total respect from his workers. He has it all. Almost. There is one more thing he has to do to completely inherit his family fortune. Have a wife. ⋆˚✿˖°

Tortured. Broken. Mute. That's all Lyana was when I tore her from the clutches of a brutal trafficking ring. To her, I was a saviour-the only one she could cling to, the only one she trusted to keep her safe. And when she refused to return to the family who had abandoned her, fate left us with only one choice: marriage. But the truth is, I was never a saviour. My hands are stained, my soul far from clean. Yet if my wife insists on seeing me as her protector...then I will be. For her. And only her.

"Do I seem like an idiot to you princess?" he sassed taking another agonizingly slow step towards me. "N-no." I stuttered out a blabbering mess, unable to think straight with his sudden closeness. "Do I have to show who you belong to again Bella?" "I-don't know." I whispered out too far gone within the eyes of the silver eyed God like boy standing before me. "Then why do you defy me princess, or is it that you want me to punish you?" I was trapped within his beautiful orbs unable to register the utter madness he just voiced, the word fell off my lips almost breathless begging for him to take me. "Yes." His lips curved to the side showing his God forbidden mischievous smirk of his. I had just now registered the consequences of my stupidity. __________________ This book contains strong languages read at owns risk. UNEDITED.

Standing in the corner as they sing happy birthday to her, she's an adult now. But she's too pure, and twelve years younger than me. I respect her brother, Azrael, too much to think about her that way, though I know she likes me. I can't be with another woman without thinking of her, but I've made her think I hate her. She deserves more than someone like me, just an employee working for her brother. I took a sip of my drink, avoiding her gaze. She even has a boyfriend now. Azrael approached, holding Sofia, his ex bodyguard's daughter. "Amelia's been accepted to a university in L.A.," he said." I nodded, waiting for him to finish "She's going to live with you." ♡♡︎♡︎ An eighteen-year-old blind girl. A thirty-year-old, broken mafia boss with a tragic past. She's young and off-limits, but neither of them can seem to let go.

"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?

"WE NEED TO FUCKING CATCH HIM!" the bastard running behind me, yelled to his partner. It was was the middle of the night, I was running away, not caring about anything but getting myself out of this mess. I turned left and kept running as fast as I could, I've never been in this neighbourhood before. I looked around searching for any escape when I spotted an open window, fuck yeah. It was a bit high but I could manage. I climbed one of the trees close enough to the window and got in, It was a dark room, I looked around and almost choke on my own saliva from the shock. A little girl was sleeping peacefully on her small bed... ♡♡︎♡︎ She was the quiet girl, a nobody. He was the opposite a criminal, a well known one...He saw her just once and couldn't get her out of his mind.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.