By day, she's a brilliant young doctor-graceful, respected, untouchable. But behind her ivory-white coat lies a secret drenched in pain, pleasure and fear, something that could unravel everything she's built. When a chance encounter in a smoky, blood-soaked nightclub puts her in the path of **him**-a dangerous and unhinged Bratva boss known for his brutality and obsession-her quiet world begins to burn. He wants her. All of her. And he doesn't ask-he *takes*. She tries to run, but he doesn't let go. He hunts. He claims. And the deeper she falls, the more she questions what terrifies her more-*the truth she hides... or the man who might already know it*.

*A story of death destruction time traveling and love* A 848 viking lord made jarl of his village after his brother the first jarl died in battle leaving him the new jarl an as the new jarl he needs a wife by his side A beautiful troubled kid turned assassin with a love playing cello and a twisted obsessions for swords knives an hand to hand combat An a twist of fate brings them together but forces want to see them apart follow there story

"safeword". the sexual tension grows even more and I breathlessly reply " vanilla", without wasting another second, he roughly pounds inside of me till every inch of his dick is inside me. my head balls back and suddenly a sharp pain stings on my ass. he repeats his actions spanking me till my ass is raw and red. "you thought he was hot wasn't he" he gritted through his teeth landing another spank on my thigh. it hurt and felt so good at the same time. I moan at his words and he spanks me even harder "fucking answer me you slut" pounding ruthlessly inside me. fuck, being called a slut from his mouth just made me 10 times wetter. I barely manage to speak "n-no fuck" Marriage has always been a curse to Elijah Theodore Romano, The Devil, as a Boss of the Italian mafia. all good in life had been ripped away from him. With a heart as cold as ice and temper most feared, Elijah ruthlessly rules over their empire, not allowing anyone close enough to see the broken man inside. Esmeralda Rose Castillio, a woman who every man admires, along with being the daughter of the Mexican mafia, Esmeralda has set her heart on becoming the next leader of the mafia, a life where love is not her priority Elijah's life takes an unexpected turn as a marriage proposal comes their way, one foolish to refuse as it would grand peace between two families long at war. , Elijah agrees to the arranged marriage to Esmeralda, Will Esmeralda be capable of bringing life back in Elijah's heart when there's still a shadow of their past? How does this marriage between people so different work when the peace is as brittle as glass?

When Aurora Jones is forced into an arranged marriage with Dimitri Romanov, the cold, feared leader of the Russian mafia, her quiet world is turned upside down. Sweet, innocent, and completely unprepared for the dangerous life she's thrown into, Aurora becomes a pawn in a game far bigger than herself. Dimitri is used to control. To silence. To blood. What he's not used to... is someone like her. She's soft where he's hard. Kind where he's cruel. And her innocence? It tempts him in ways he never thought possible. But the more he tries to keep her at arm's length, the more she slips through the cracks. She doesn't know what she does to him when she smiles. When she blushes. When she innocently tests his control. And in a world of loyalty, danger, and hidden enemies... love was never part of the deal.

They really thought they did something.

"Look at me. Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face, slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk on my lips as I sat on his lap like it was my throne. His jaw flexed, eyes burning into me, pissed. I leaned in closer, my voice low, calm, and sweet. "I don't give a fuck who you are, what you do, what you own... or that little toy gun you carry around." His brows tightened, but I kept going, softer, slower. "If you want to speak to me, if you want a conversation with me? You book an appointment. That's how I handle my clients."

"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Aaliyah Jones- a quiet, beautiful, innocent 18 year old girl in her 12th grade year. She lives with her sister and mom. her sister in rude to her for no reason and her mom is neglectful. she often gets bullied for her lack of speaking. Myheir Kingston- hood nigga, he do what he gotta do for his gang. won't hesitate to kill anybody when it come to his money. he 19 and got a few close friends. he ain't close wit his family ever since his dad passed & he live by himself.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK