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πƒπ‘πŽπ–ππ„πƒ ππ‹πŽπŽπƒ  by kehlanidark
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𝑫𝑹𝑢𝑾𝑡𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑢𝑢𝑫, Book 1 in 𝐓𝐇𝐄 πƒπ‘πŽπ–ππ„πƒ π’π„π‘πˆπ„π’ a dark enemies-to-lovers gang/mafia romance by 𝐊. πƒπ€π‘πŠ. π„π‚π‡πŽπ„π’ πŽπ… πŽπ‹π˜πŒππ”π’ One of the most feared and deadly syndicates in all of Italy. Whispers of their names alone sent shivers down the spines of even the boldest criminals. But among them all, none cast a longer shadow than πŒπ„πƒπ”π’π€-the leader, the weapon, the son of the oldest Russo, and the most brutal soul in the underworld. He wasn't a monster carved from myth. He was worse-human. A man built like a god, carved by rage, and cursed with eyes like the original Gorgon. They didn't turn people to stone anymore... but they froze them just the same. An arms trafficker. A tactician. A tyrant. Medusa wasn't born from the Echoes of Olympus-he forged them with blood and fire. But he wasn't the only myth walking in flesh. She had spent a year running from her past, a year choosing every day not to end it all with a blade across her veins. She could have vanished. But instead, she reached out with bloodstained hands-back into the shadows where it all began. Her name was spoken in the underground like a curse. 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄-the black-haired goddess. Unpredictable. Unyielding. A tormentor of tormentors. And a woman with nothing left to lose. Now, both rulers of the dark are forced into a fragile alliance-two myths wrapped in flesh, carrying fire and fury in their veins. And they just happen to share the same enemy. π–π€π‘ππˆππ†π’ - Strong langue - Sexual content - Violence
Darker Than Love | κͺœ by XFiction_GoddessX
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Previously known as The Good Girls Bad Boy. Highest Ranking: #2 in Short-story Michelle White, the 'good girl' next door, was anything but the cliche stereotype. She was more than that. She wasn't simple, or boring, or devoted to her schoolwork and her prestigious parents. No, she was damaged goods, on the outside she was yellow and ripe and in the eyes of everyone, she was the girl all mothers desired for their sons to wed. But on the inside, she was rotting away, blackened by her darkest desires that only come out to play when in the company of someone who battles the same crippling addiction as she does. She thought everything had finally gone back to normal after one sudden turn of events in her already unordinary life had taken place until she meets him; Mason Hunter, the juvenile delinquent whose form of art is damage. Loving and charming were two words you could use to describe Mason, but on a bad day terrifying and dangerous held as much meaning. Everyone sees an asshole who disregards people's feelings on the outside, but that's what happens when you look at the world through a colourful lens. No one could see the boy struggling to cope with his mental health on the inside, only the one damaging himself and everything on the outside. What happens when two damaged teens find their way to one another? Will Michelle's life finally be normal? Or will Mason poison her more with his toxic love, a love so unhealthy, obsessive and unnatural. . .no one dares to question it. Copyright©️ XFiction_GoddessX ℒ️2018 "Best book ever........ Made me cry numerous times and the ending God... 😍"-- dagheart "This was such an amazing book." -- Butterfly5678 "loved this and hated it but that's how good books should make u feel." -- astraca
𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 πŽπ… π‹πŽπ•π„ | πŸπŸ–+ by Bliswrite
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 πŽπ… π‹πŽπ•π„ β˜… 𝑩𝑢𝑢𝑲 𝑰𝑰 "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 π’Šπ’‡ π’šπ’π’– π’‡π’–π’„π’Œ 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’ˆπ’–π’šπ’”, 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’π’• π’šπ’π’– 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’Œ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 π’Žπ’† π’˜π’‰π’†π’ π’šπ’π’– π’„π’π’Žπ’†." -π€π‹π„π’π’π€ππƒπ‘πŽ π€ππ†π„π‹πŽ β˜…π‘Όπ’‘π’…π’‚π’•π’† π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π‘­π’“π’Šπ’…π’‚π’š β˜