Book #2 in The Bonds of Fate series "I-I'm s-s-sorry." She wept bitterly, the tears flowing down her cheeks in an uncontrollable stream. "I c-can never g-give you what you want." Vincent wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that everything would be okay but in her current state it probably wouldn't be best. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she would even let him touch her. "Please little one," Vincent pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "It's okay." "No! It's not!" She continued to weep, her knees weakening. If she wasn't so hysterical she may have been fearful that she would've collapsed. Her sobs softened, until all she could do was repeat her broken plea in a haunting whisper: "I can't give you what you want." "Baby, please, I don't understand." Vincent kept his voice calm, though it was really tearing him up to have to see his woman in such a way. It broke his heart to see her, curled up, bawling like a wounded child. He had to fight for control. Another small step closer. He had to comfort her, to protect her- it was a burning need within him worse than anything he had ever felt before. However, there was nothing that could prepare him for the words that would come next. "I'm barren." *** For Spiraea Johnson, all she's known is the life of a slave. Constantly faced with the pain and suffering dealt by fate. Alpha Vincent Russo wasn't prepared to find his mate, and he certainly wasn't prepared for her to be a impossible fragile thing that seemed damaged beyond repair. Encouraging her to open up, and earning her trust are ridiculously difficult especially when there seems to be danger lurking nearby. Perhaps Vincent is exactly what the little one needs to finally feel worthy of love, or perhaps she might just crumble under the weight of change... "Too tight, and it might shatter, too loose and it might let go..." © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved. Mature for Language and other Mature themes.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

⚠️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!⚠️⚠️⚠️

Hadley Carter has not had the easiest life. She didn't ask to have these strange powers that have plagued her since childhood. She didn't ask to be kidnapped. She didn't ask to be rescued by some good-looking strangers. She didn't sign up to be a guardian of life. And she most definitely did not ask to have the attention of not one but seven guys.

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart." *** Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel. Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones. Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces. Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in. Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off. But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in. She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule. Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise. Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close. Bar swears, Clementine hates it. He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles. She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him. He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes. Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love. Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier? This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl. * #1 in the Red series Stand alone

What they feel for each other is war. ✦ ✦ ✦ Alessandra "Sessie" Benedetti was never meant to want things, and never allowed to refuse them. As one of the consigliere's docile daughters, her entire future had been stamped since she could tie her own shoelace. Marry Tiziano, the Don's volatile son. Smile at everything. Obey every rule. Die quietly inside. So when she dares to want something for herself, just once, her father makes sure she never forgets the price of defiance. Broken and bleeding from her furnished cage, Alessandra makes a break for it, only to discover life outside the cage is just as deadly. In Chicago, her last name makes her more disposable than desirable. Enter Renzo Santoro. Her family's most dangerous enemy. The last man she should ever be within ten feet of, much less want. She saves his life on instinct, with an identity that doesn't exist. Before she can regret either of those decisions, Renzo is already orbiting her little world. And the girl raised to fear men like him? She's starting to think fear and desire might feel exactly the same. When Renzo finds out who she really is, there is no corner of this earth cold enough to contain what she unlocks in him--the fury that wants a bullet in her, and the fixation that wants her regardless. Now the only thing more dangerous than loving a man like Renzo... is what he'll do to keep her from the men who got to break her before he even knew her. And that... that's when the real war begins. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✦ ✦ ✦ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✦ ✦ ✦ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Ranked #1 in Mafialove Ranked #1 in loveandloyalty Ranked #1 in raging Ranked #1 in mobster Ranked #1 in loveindanger Ranked #11 in badboylov

Book #1 in The Bonds of Fate Series "Excuse me sirs, but I think one of you dropped something." She spoke, her eyes not entirely fixed on them. Her voice was angelic, he already loved it. He found himself thinking that he would be content to listen to the sound for the rest of his life. "Thank you, beautiful." The Alpha responded quickly, motioning to one of his pack members to pick it up. "You have very good hearing." "Well, I guess it's compensation" She chuckled slightly, "I mean, these don't do me any good." She gestured towards her eyes, turning more towards where the sound of his voice had originated from. "I hadn't noticed that you were..." He trailed off. Though surprised, his desire and need for his mate never decreased. "Blind?" *** For Leora Kotas, life in Willsden Brooke was a continuous cycle. Her blindness kept her cautiously, stumbling through life like a chore. Adam Wayne has been waiting for years for his mate; finding her is all he ever wanted. The last thing he expected was to find her in the small town of Willsden Brooke. As a human among wolves, Leora will have to face her innermost fears in order to earn her place amongst them. With help from Adam she may just learn what it takes to be a Luna; but will he be able to convince her that she was made to run with wolves? "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Can be read as a stand alone novel! Marked Mature for Language and other Mature themes. © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved.

Life Lesson #1: If you are planning on going to a nightclub in the middle of sketchy, dark woods, don't. Life Lesson #2: If there are too many attractive, healthy people in said nightclub, be alarmed and rethink Life Lesson #1. Life Lesson #3: If you were foolish enough to ignore rules 1 and 2, I suggest you haul ass. Aeress is one of those special people who obviously need a couple more life lessons... ----------------------------------------------------------------- He chuckled. It was dry but it was an addictive sound. "No," he brought his nose against her collar, "not at all." His lips skimmed over her exposed skin. She sighed at his touch, riding the sweet, overwhelming waves that came with. "You've barely touched me," Aeress had her hands skimming up the back of his neck and in between his strands. "And I'm falling apart." His voice was a little hollow and this worried her. "The bond we have is responsible for that." She tugged at him until he looked up. For a moment she just basked in how handsome he was. "I don't think so," she leaned in for a kiss, "I think that you are just about the most fascinating man I have ever met. And we have only just met. I don't think a bond can simply erase the will of an independent woman like me." His eyes came to life with a blazing fire. He closed the distance between them and kissed sensation back into her body, setting off every nerve in her flesh. Everything came to a boiling point, sizzling with need. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°° Highest Rank: #7 in Werewolf, #79 in Romance