(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

Venomous Mistake This is Marco and Clara's brutal/sexy story. Clara Revenge was my goal-to take down the enemy. I've trained under my Uncle, but everything crumbles when my foolish heart starts beating for a man I shouldn't want. Rule one-seek vengeance for my parents and disappear. One ludicrous mistake, and he has me-punishing me and forcing my secrets out. I'm on a mission, but the heart wants what it wants. I'm running, and he is following. Even war can't stop love, can it? Marco One look at the black-haired mamba, and I knew she was trouble. My life has been nothing but void with the pulling of triggers and following rules. I wanted her until she betrayed me. She lurked in tall grass like the snake she was and struck when no one expected her to. She sought revenge, and now she is on the loose. You know the saying, "If you want something, go get it. Period." It's what I did. She made one mistake, and I've got her right where I needed her. Is my punishment enough to unravel her secrets, and will the world turn against us in the moment of love? Two things were certain: Clara Aguilar's fangs are sharp, and her venom is poisonous. This book contains: Mature Themes Strong Language Abuse Death Torture Second Chance Secrets Human Trafficking 🎖#9 in bratva 🎖#4 in trafficking 🎖#2 in secretdaughter 🎖#5 in chase Cover created by Kernia_ Written and edited by Kernia_

It's easier to judge from the other side of the glass.

"𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔"

Saint was Salem... But Salem, wasn't Saint.

"I know sometime I'm crazy, I was hopin' you could bear with me. Beauty and the beast, pretty girl with a gangster."

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

Crystal Eliza Crest had lived a life of privilege, untouched by the brutality that built her father's empire. She had everything-wealth, loyalty, and power-without ever realizing the blood that kept it intact. But ignorance wasn't immunity, and when the war between mafias took a personal turn, her world shattered. Ivan Sergio Dimitri had been raised in violence, molded into a leader with a single mission-destroy the American Mafia and show no mercy. He knew nothing of softness, only power and control. When Crystal fell into his hands, she was nothing more than leverage, a pawn to be used and discarded. She wasn't strong. She wasn't a fighter. Fear ruled her, yet she clung to the hope that someone would save her. But Ivan had no patience for weakness, and in his world, the only way to survive was to obey. He was the devil-ruthless and unyielding. She was a prisoner-fragile and powerless. Their paths were never meant to cross, yet here they were, bound by fate, trapped in a war that neither of them could escape. Would she learn to endure the darkness, or would Ivan crush her completely? Warning: This is an extremely dark romance. It delves into themes of power, control, and brutality. Not for the faint of heart.