I originally wrote this book in fall 2017. wattpad deleted it and all my revisions I worked hard on. I was crushed, so we'll see if it stays. ❗❗Trigger Warning:❗❗ This book contains themes and scenes that may be distressing to some readers, including emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, captivity, and betrayal, physical abuse, non-consent, sexual content . Reader discretion is advised. Zoe is a single woman enjoying her life, her family and her friends. she works, she goes out, she goes to church and to her favorite park. she doesn't have a care in the world. She lives in a small Texas city where nothing bad really happens around there, but things start to take a change. She thinks some change for good and some for the worse. How will she handle her calm life being shaken around.

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED‼️A story in which a girl falls in love with a mafia enforcer who's seems to good to be true.

Arabella has lived in shadows her whole life-controlled, silenced, and bruised by the man who once swore he would love her forever. Freedom has always been just a fantasy, a whispered dream of a life without pain, without chains. When she finally breaks free, she doesn't escape into safety. She falls straight into the arms of Enzo-the king of the underworld. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. His power is absolute, his control unyielding, his desire terrifyingly magnetic. Where her past was darkness behind locked doors, he is darkness in velvet-possessive, patient, and lethal. He offers her protection, passion, and a dangerous kind of love... but every choice comes with a cost. In a world of blood, betrayal, and secrets, Arabella must confront the ultimate question: Is she trading one cage for another, or has she finally found a man worth risking everything for-even the world itself? A gripping, addictive romance about survival, trust, and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission-it takes. TW: Dark themes

Sarah, a beautiful young girl who once dreamed of becoming a doctor, now leads a life filled with struggles, pain, and hardship all of which only grew worse after the death of her parents. James, a cold and ruthless businessman, always gets what he wants - whether through charm or force. He doesn't believe in love, and emotions are a game he refuses to play. But when fate begins to pull them toward each other, neither of them is prepared for the darkness that binds them. Can they survive what fate has planned... or will the past destroy them both?

*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Meredith Fells had always defied the world around her. Insolent, untamable, she was convinced that no limit could ever stop her. Young, free, drunk on adrenaline, she chased after thrills that grew stronger, wilder, more dangerous. Risk pulled her in like a vertigo she never wanted to recover from. Cassian Campbell, on the other hand, had never found his place. A castaway in a society built on appearances and false morals, he carried within him a darkness that couldn't be tamed. His twisted, insatiable mind craved only one thing: a prey to hunt. Meredith chose to be that prey. She wanted to step into his game, surrender herself to the chase, taste the danger he had to offer. But Cassian doesn't play. And Meredith will soon learn there is nothing more merciless than mistaking a predator for a lover.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.