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"𝙄𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙,𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?"

⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This story contains abusive and mature content. A LOT OF SMUT (SEQUEL OF BAMBOLA AND ASSASSINO) Ilaria My father was right. He warned me about him. He told me he would break my heart, but I didn't listen, because I loved him. Now, I wished I had listen to him, but it was too late. He already made me lose myself, become disoriented and feel lonely. He broke everything I was. Alanzo The way to have power was to take it, steal it, possess it. You could see and define power in various ways. I was already a powerful man, but I craved more, I craved Ilaria, because she was for me the definition of power. Started: 27.12.2022 Completed: 27.07.2024 ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. • • • 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

Their love is like a bullet, it could end both of them...or maybe just one of them. • His eyes flicker to my lips- quickly back to my eyes. "Maybe I'm waiting for a thank you." I smiled. Who does he think I am. "You want gratitude for tackling me?" "No, for keep your pretty little ass alive." The way he says it isn't gentle. It's possessive. And it shouldn't sound the way it does in my stomach. • "To love her is treason. To let her go is war." Started 10/29/2025

+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.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

I'm starting to wonder if I'm the problem? There is no way i attract this naturally...I should've listened when my mother told me to stay away from boys...especially the ones like these. ★ A typical Jamaican highschool relationship or so they thought...follow Tansaneé 'Hennessy' and Xavier on their journey. Through love, loss, infidelity and betrayals...what's in store for the young lovers? ★

I was just minding my own business, moving into my new high-rise apartment in New York - moving into the 19th floor. " Excuse me beautiful, need some help?" I turn around and am met with 4 gorgeous men. Damn!! He is so fine and gorgeous. He exudes power and authority. No need to get my panties in a soaking bunch, I am only going to be in New York for 6 months. But what if.....?