𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. ◇─◇──◇─◇ In the unforgiving underworld of organized crime, Isabella's innocence is shattered when her father's past catches up with him, leading to his brutal murder at the hands of a vengeful Mafia Don. Yet, instead of meeting the same fate, she finds herself entangled in a web of darkness, where innocence becomes a distant memory and survival means embracing the very brutality that once stole her innocence. As their paths converge, the lines between victim and villain blur, revealing the harrowing truth that sometimes, the greatest monsters are born from the ashes of innocence. And if Isabella was a monster, Aleksander was even more dreadful than her. ◇─◇──◇─◇ - Dark Romance - Mafia story - Explicit sexual content - Mental health issues - Violence, blood and death - Age gap ◇─◇──◇─◇ Previous rankings: #1 for olderman

BOOK ON HOLD-- writers block 😔 𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

❝You're the most beautiful and most exquisite thing that was placed on this earth. No masterpiece could ever compare.❞ Zasha says, brushing his thumb against my cheek. Zasha Sokolov has built his life on one rule: never get attached. In the cold, ruthless world he inhabits, emotional distance is his only armor against the pain of a past that refuses to stay buried. This detachment has been his key to survival and the reason for his meteoric rise to power. But when the position he's fought his whole life to attain comes with a condition- a forced marriage-Zasha's carefully constructed world begins to crack. Adora has always been a beacon of light, masking the shadows that linger in her life. But when her abusive family sells her into marriage to pay off her sister's debt to the Bratva, she quickly realizes her so-called new beginning is nothing more than a fresh kind of hell. Trapped in a union that promises nothing but pain, Adora clings to the hope of escape-until she meets the man she's destined to marry. Zasha never anticipated that his bride would be an arsenophile with a smile as disarming as her fascination with death. Adora's blend of innocence and darkness stirs something in him that he's long suppressed, something that could destroy the fortress he's built around his heart. As their lives become entwined, passion and danger ignite, threatening to consume them both.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

He was 22. I was 16. To the world, he was my older family friend. To me, he was everything. But to him, I was just a spoiled rich kid who didn't know love. Until I left. And came back... dangerous. Now I walk past him like we never met. But his eyes beg for the boy he broke. Too bad I'm not him anymore. This time, I'm not the one chasing.

"Please don't hurt me" I begged. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and something darker... "But if you try anything..." he says, his voice taking a dangerous edge. "If you try to run or scream or otherwise cause any trouble... well then, I might change my mind". My heart rate quickened and I just nodded my head. "Good girl, you're making this easier for both of us". Suddenly, he grips my chin tightly, his body now fully pressed against mine, I could feel his hardness against my body and I let out an involuntary gasp. "Shh, you don't want to wake mommy and daddy do you?" I nodded my head, unable to form words . "Good girl, just do as I say and every thing will be fine..." ♥ A girl is separated from the only person who cared for her when she is sold to the Mafia. The person she's given to happens to be a cruel yet powerful Mafia King. As time goes by he can't help but feel possessive of her and starts caring for her in his own way. However the dangerous world they inhabit is anything but forgiving. Together they must navigate the dangerous world of the mafia and find a way to balance their relationship amidst a web of violence and deception. Will they be able to find a way to stay together or will the dangerous world they inhabit tear them apart and leave their story unfinished?. Find out in this thrilling story of danger, desire and redemption which will keep you on the edge of your seat till the very last chapter...

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

"You're mine to fuck," Kai's voice was dark, demanding, and it sends a shiver down my spine. "You're mine to own." His hand grips my wrist, pulling me closer, as though he could bend me to his will with just a touch. "You're mine to ruin." His voice drops to a low grunt, as if he's already claiming every part of me, knowing the damage he's about to cause to my heart. ♥︎ Daria Mikhailova has kept her heart locked away at Kingston Academy, a ruthless ice queen who refuses to let anyone get close. But Kai Lockhart, the school's notorious player and heir to the Kingston Empire, is determined to bring her down. He's used to winning, used to breaking girls hearts, used to taking what he wants, but Daria isn't like the others. Their chemistry is undeniable, but with every touch and every glance, a dangerous game unfolds. The stakes? Their hearts.