|🔞R-18| ✅Complete|| ⚠️Matured Content|| [Under Editing] Ruwi Cruz is a deadliest woman in the Assassination, she knows nothing in this world but to kill for money. She doesn't feel pity or fear for those she kills. Gustong-gusto niyang marinig ang bawat iyak at pag mamakaawa ng mga pinapatay niya. She was taught to be tough and show no mercy to anyone. She doesn't care about anyone except for her groupmates in Assassination. Hindi siya naniniwala sa salitang "love" dahil wala sa vocabulary niya ang salitang 'yun at tanging mahalaga lang sakanya ay pera kapalit sa mga pinapatay niya.

She was stolen, trained, and shaped into a sniper by a captor who never showed his face-only a masked voice she had no choice but to obey. Then he sent her to college, where she met the schoolmate who slipped effortlessly into her life. She had no idea he was the same man behind the mask-the one who created her, controlled her, and has no intention of letting her go. **** Warning: Bawal sa pabebe na mambasa na virgin FL na lang lagi ang hanap. Walang paki ang ML dito virgin man o hindi. So kung virgin na lang lagi ang gusto mo, mas mabuting lumayas ka na lang dito at maghanap ng iba. Marami naman dito sa Wattpad na puro virgin FL, yon na lang basahin mo. Thank you! ⚠️ DARK ROMANCE ⚠️

[COMPLETED] This story will give you a brain twist, make you mad and irritated, full of secrets but you'll understand if you read it.

Celyse name means "heavenly". But that was the irony of her life because nothing about it felt heavenly. If anything, it felt as though she had been born into the world only to be punished by the wrath of the heavens. There was a time when her life felt perfect. But now that life felt like a distant memory, surrounded by nothing but darkness, blood, and chaos beneath a moon that was once bright but was now bleeding red. Her remaining light was on the verge of dying... until they stormed into the wreckage and shielded the small fire left in her. Legend Alerico Castellano and Ace Gavin Graziano. She kept running from them. But somehow, they always found her. They were her captors. They were her saviors. But more than that... they both wanted her. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

Belle Morte is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and the Wattpad Books Published Edition upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** Renie Mayfield volunteers as a blood donor for the Vampire House where her sister disappeared, when she's drawn to the smouldering vampire Edmond Dantès. ***** It's been ten years since vampires came out of the coffin, and now they are the world's biggest celebrities. Renie Mayfield is a new live-in blood donor assigned to the most famous vampire House - Belle Morte. Unlike the other donors though, Renie isn't here for fame and fortune. Her sister disappeared inside the Belle Morte House, and she wants to know why. But she isn't prepared for Edmond Dantès, a smouldering vampire who sets her blood racing. She can't deny their mutual attraction, and their dangerous dance begins. With each step into darkness Renie is drawn further into Edmond's influence, and closer to uncovering Belle Morte's secrets. If she has to choose, would she rather lose her heart or her humanity? (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] The sequel, Revelations, is now in Paid: https://www.wattpad.com/story/97728300

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover