Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

"𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖, 𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙚, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖..." ______________ His eyes follow her everywhere, piercing through crowds, through walls, through her very soul. At first, she thought it was harmless, a fleeting infatuation. But..she was wrong. So, so wrong. His love isn't gentle, it's violent and unrelenting, a storm that tears through everything she holds dear. He leaves her notes that no one else can see. Gifts that feel more like warnings. Whispers that echo in her head long after he is gone. He doesn't want her to love him back. He wants her to belong to him. And when she tries to pull away, he tightens his grip. They say love can save you. But his love? It will destroy her.. ___________________ Saanvi Mehra, a hardworking girl leading a simple yet peaceful life, gets trapped in the obsession of a ruthless billionaire, the one who wears the facade of a gentleman in front of the whole world, Arjun Vardhan. He scares her, threatens her and does everything to break her. In the end, there's only one question, who will break first?

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

Aarvi lunged for the heavy iron door, her fingers clawing at the manual release, but Erevos caught her by the waist, throwing his weight against the bar to hold it shut. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice cracking, a sound raw and ugly with panic. "We fight this together! You don't get to decide how this ends!" "There is no 'together' out there, Aarvi," he said. His voice wasn't the roaring monster she was used to. It was quiet. Defeated. He pinned her against the door, not with the bruising grip of his past, but with a desperate, trembling weight. "They are coming for me. Only me. If you stay in this room, they won't even look for you. If you walk out that door with me, you're dead in thirty seconds." "I don't care!" She grabbed his collar, twisting the fabric in her fists, trying to drag him down to her eye level. "Don't you dare do this. I chose you. Let me stand next to you!" He looked down at her. For the first time since she had known him, the hard, defensive armor in his eyes was completely gone. He looked terrifyingly human. "You chose to walk beside a monster," he whispered, a phantom of a smile touching his lips. "But I never promised to be fair." Before she could scream, his hand moved. He pulled her into one last, bruising kiss that tasted like salt and desperation. And then, with the practiced efficiency of a man who had spent his whole life executing orders, he shoved her back into the secure server room, pulled the heavy steel door shut, and threw the manual lock from the outside. Aarvi slammed her fists against the door. "Open it! Open the door!" On the other side of the glass, Erevos stood alone in the dim hallway. He didn't look back at her. He knew if he looked, he'd open it. He just reached into his pocket, took out his gun, and checked the chamber. He had spent his whole life making selfish, violent choices. But as the heavy boots of his enemies rounded the far corner of the corridor, he made one last choice.

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

" I saw her as the droplets touched her skin, her soaked clothes showing her perfect curves, and I tried to stop myself " _________________________________________________________ JJK (JEON JUNGKOOK ) , the most feared YAKUZA leader of Korea. He run his empire, JEON EMPIRE that he builded with his everything. He has everything and everyone under his control, from the smallest gangster to the biggest Mafia leader, everyone feared him...and why not, he was The JEON Jungkook - the Yakuza leader. heartlesse - ruthless , but a person with values and morals. , and then he met her, the only soul who could bring warmth to his cold heart. __________________________ DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS AND SCENES IN THIS STORY ARE ALL IMAGINARY. ANYTHING HERE DOES NOT RESEMBLES TO ANY LIVING CHARACTER OR PLACE. 21 + || MINE , an Yakuza series of JEON Jungkook. 24 June, 2021- 5 September,2021