Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

This will be Vincent x Rody from the game dead plate. Boyxboy so if you don't like it don't read it.

❝ "Putain d'enfer..." That was all the Chef could utter out before any other words he would've said were knocked out of his throat with The Waiter's lips- a kiss holding just as much swiftness, intensity, and desperation as the one he have Rody almost a month ago. Except the two differences. For one, it was Rody who was kissing him. And secondly- this time, Rody didn't pull back and run away like Vincent did. And neither did Vince. ❞ ↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, she was gone. she was the one he thought he was waiting for all his life, and she was also the one who left too quickly. MarieAnne Vacher was gone. And so the Chef offers his condolences. Forming a close friendship was quick enough. What wasn't was their bewildering feelings they constantly found themselves questioning. Everything changed after a kiss. ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ The STUNNING cover is by the beautiful @Elle_Vares 💗 !!COVER ART BY kongze14 ON X!! This is a story based off the Dead Plate game by RachelDrawsThis. I do not own the game, the characters, ect. This story takes place after ending 1 of the game, when Manon wouldn't answer Rody. This book is really cringe and I'm thinking of putting the first few chapters into revision, but constructive criticism is appreciated! ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ TW (PLEASE READ BEFORE PROCEEDING): -cursing -heavy angst -blood and gore -self harm/suicidal thoughts -cannibalism -smut IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS TRIGGER YOU OR MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, I HIGHLY ADVISE AGAINST READING THIS BOOK. MY STORY IS NOT MEANT TO GLORIFY, ROMANTICIZE, OR NORMALIZE SELF HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, ETC IN ANY WAY! 【 】 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © 𝓑 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢

He was supposed to be just my boss. I was supposed to be just an intern. But the moment CEO Kraisorn Viroj's eyes met mine, something shifted. "You," he whispered, like he'd been searching for me across lifetimes. Now I'm trapped in his world of power, luxury, and secrets buried beneath his billion-dollar empire. He controls my schedule. My career and... My body. But here's the thing nobody warned me about: My cold, untouchable CEO claims we've met before. In another life. 200 years ago. When he was a Commander, and I was... his. I thought he was insane. Until I started remembering. Every touch feels like déjà vu. Every kiss tastes like a promise I made centuries ago. Every night in his office, he whispers the same thing: "You were mine 200 years ago. You're mine now. You'll be mine in every lifetime." They say love transcends time. They don't warn you that obsession does too. --- 🔞 MATURE | CEO × INTERN | TIME TRAVEL ROMANCE | MAFIA | DARK OBSESSION ⚠️ WARNING: Contains explicit content, possessive behavior, power imbalance, dark themes, and a CEO who doesn't understand the word "boundaries." [Updates: Everyday]

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.