She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

You could tell just by looking at her-ALICE SALVATORE was a force to be reckoned with. Ambitious and unapologetically self-made, she wasn't one of those lovestruck girls who sit around hoping for miracles. She carved out her own path, making her own destiny. Love was never her priority until he walked into her life. Her rival. Her unexpected comfort zone. He was the kind of man for whom women would willingly bare themselves-yet he was never that kind. RAMON SAMUELSON was dark, resolute, and a man of his word. One thing you must know: his mind was nothing short of lethal brilliance. He could possess anything he desired-except her. What he wanted was not her body, but her unraveling-psychologically, emotionally, in every conceivable way. He couldn't resist her. She was his unwanted obsession. One thing they undeniably share is an unyielding nature-and the mind of a true psychopath.

The world bows when I speak. She didn't. And that's why I listen when she's silent. I used to tremble when he entered the room. Now, I breathe easier when he's near. He was the storm that tore through cities wi outmercy. She was the silence that trembled in ruined corners, hoping not to be seen. He was the predator who hunted everything that moved. She was the prey who stopped running when he looked at her. Age gap Obsessive Manipulation Mafia × innocent Past trauma > "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕." Top ranks #5 manipulative 20/07/25 #4 mafiaking 22/07/25 #1 forcedmarriage 31/07/25 #4 temptation 31/07/25