𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that he had caused and she absolutely hated him for that. [UNEDITED] [DUAL POV] TW: eating disorder recovery

#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓂃⋆.˚ It is a love story between childhood sweethearts, Rudransh Oberoi and Shivika Raichand, a coming-of-age tale of them sharing happiness and sorrow. Rudransh ia a hardworking and handsome CEO who happens to be a Mr. Perfect. Girls are head over heels for him but he has no interest in anyone because he's madly in love with his childhood sweetheart. Shivika a carefree beautiful girl. A simple girl with sweet personality but can be a bad bitch when needed. The two are polar opposites but share a friendly relationship since childhood. But destiny had some other plans, they got separated when Rudransh went to boarding school and came back after years only to find that Shivika left for London. Now what turn will their story take when she will return after years?

𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 - Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by her father, in exchange for ten million dollars. 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐃 '𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎 - A name that lingers of blood and lust, was also a ruthless killer and the new Don of the Italian Mafia. In order to have no distractions, his father has forced him to marry the daughter of a millionaire law firm owner. What happens when two fiery personalities collide? Will they be able to avoid the instant attraction that they feel? Or will they give into each other? Breaking the one and only rule of the marriage that they both so desperately despised; no sexual interactions. ______ #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 #𝟎𝟏 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ______ 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - to all of those who long to be someone's first choice, this one's for you.

"I'd give it all up for you, Avery," Finn urges. His hands are gripping onto my cheeks and I don't know why I'm letting him get so close to me when I told myself I wouldn't let this happen. All I know is that I could cry at his touch. I miss him so much. "The job, the team, everything," he continues. I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes dart between his. He seems so desperate and I want to sock myself in the jaw when I'm tempted to wipe the single tear that fell to his cheek. "Because I've seen what it's like to live without you. I know what it's like to see you with someone else, and nothing is worth that. Not even the NHL." The sequel to Ice.