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"You want me don't you" after saying that she just come close to me and bite my earlobes which made me shiver and her hands slowly tangled with my hair and she lift my head grabbing my hair and our eyes met from which I can see my reflection in her eyes. Anger is blowing inside me but i have to play nice if i don't want to reveal my true identity and I can't let it happen she is a normal girl. "Say it if you want me, beg me The King of Italian Mafia or I say the becoming King" as those words utter from her mouth my heart skipped a beat and now i realise it was her game and i got played but the point is how does she knows about mafia and how she know that I am a King. "Who are you?" I asked her with surprise tone in my voice. Now it's my time to take action and no more need play her model so I yanked her away and grab her by her throat. __________________________________________________ "Want to know who is she and how she knows about the mafia and all so read the book" *TWO CHAPTERS IN A WEEK* #queenbysoul #hatetoloverelationship #dominantfemale #indiangirl

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭: "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in wlw

Charlotte wasn't expecting anything life-changing the night she met Florky-a confident, inked, and charming woman with a voice that made her world slow down. What started with a simple introduction quickly blossoms into something honest, tender, and real. No games. No twists. Just two women falling into the kind of love that feels easy, natural, and right. This is a soft romance, told from the heart. ( Warning this is not for underage people, oh and don't read it if you're going to be a homophobic loser bye)

When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms. Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in an almost one-night stand with a hot and mysterious woman. And she certainly didn't expect to be given a deal by the Mafia Boss herself: be her escort for a year in exchange for money for her father's treatment. Having no option other than to accept this deal for the sake of her life and father she gets entangled in not only the world of the mafia but also that of Clecentine, discovering every one of her secrets, lies and pain, and maybe even her ability to love. Contains mature themes like explicit sex scenes, use of alcohol, mention of drugs and childhood trauma. 18+ audience (Note: Most of the pictures used belong to WLOP with permission . Credit goes to them) Tropes: ❤️GrumpyXSunshine ❤️WLW Romance ❤️Sapphic ❤️Mafia Romance ❤️Protective FMC ❤️Touch her and die ❤️Dual Pov ❤️Angst ❤️Neglected childhood ❤️MafiabossXEscort ❤️Slow burn ❤️Strong and possessive FMCs ❤️Only she can make her smile

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

Sequel to Burn The Devil A single creak of a leaf makes my body jolt up in fear. My body freezes once my eyes travel over the top of Genevieve's tombstone, Carmilla's body is leaned against the willow tree in the distance. A shiver slithers down my spine as our eyes meet. Her once pale skin is now painted in a bronze glow. Can you tan in hell? It would make sense. Her body is still shaped so godly, her skin wrapped in a light gray suit, accompanied by a brown trench coat. She's not real, Jane, snap out of it. But she's still there. Carmilla's head tilts slightly with her famous smile, her hand slowly lifts and moves in a greeting motion. I always see her in my dreams - or should I say nightmares, but this is the first time I'm seeing her so clearly. She feels so real. The way her eyes wrinkle ever so slightly when her top lip raises to the sides makes me shudder. I want her to leave. I want this horrible hallucination to disappear. My body slowly retreats away from Genevieve's tomb as I spin my body into the direction of the exit. I'm not taking any chances, just in case she's real and I'm not losing my mind.