𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 . 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

in which a girl moves to the city and falls for somebody she least expects to fall for. 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.✰

DISCONTINUED ❝𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃?❞ + ❝𝐁𝐔𝐓, 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑺.❞ ⇀ 𝐀 𝐌𝐘𝟑𝟖𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ↼ 𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐃 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 + 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒. 𝐃𝐃 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 ©️𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 👑 #1 #nottiosama #1 #sugarhill #1 #davidreyes #1 #jayracks #1 #osama #1 #harlem #2 #darrianjimenez #2 #newyorkcity #2 #dd #3 #edotbaby #3 #newyork 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃: 1 𝑫𝑬𝑪. 2022 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝑵/𝑨 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

#✰ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀́𝐍𝐀 ( dd osama ) @lovedchloee , produces ୨୧. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀́𝐍𝐀 day, an ordinary sugarhill citizen, who happens to meet & grow a bond with the sugarhill drill rapper, dd osama. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬; no copying , do not take my plots , don't paste my story anywhere ✰. 𝖽𝖽 𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼 ． 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖼 （𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄）. "in rise on the third day everytime, solána"

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One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.