He sighed loudly, and still holding me tightly, sat up. "Why did you run?" He demanded. His voice was hoarse and I could see pain in his eyes. My wolf was killing me inside. She wanted to make Declan feel better, in any way she could. I, however, was thinking the exact opposite. "Because I don't want this. Not right now." I told him honestly. His eyes grew darker. "You are never leaving my side again. Not until I know you won't run." He told me. "And I will make sure of it." Then he leaned down and started kissing my neck. I froze when I felt his teeth start to graze the spot my mark would eventually be. "Wait.... Declan!" I choked out, then I felt his teeth sink into my neck, claiming me as his. Declan had started the mating process. *Terrific cover photo created by xbleedingsouls*

❝ I'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever I want and however I want. ❞ _____ KEVIN KNIGHT is a 30 years old heartless and powerful mafia who doesn't know how to love only knows how to possess. ROSALIA BROWN is a 22 years old innocent and selfless girl who can go to any extent to protect her loved ones. - What happens when Kevin wants to make Rosalia his possession? - Will he break the already broken girl beyond repair? Or will she eventually change his heart? - How will she deal with the devil when the future holds a lot of twists and turns for them? _____ VOL. 1 ● Warning ⚠️ contains - Mature content, forced marriage, violence, abuse etc. ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS UNEDITED AND RAW. ALSO, YOU WILL HAVE TO BEAR WITH THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS. ⚠️ _____ Started - 23.07.2021 Ended - 18.01.2022

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

"If one falls, we get hurt" she reminded, "If one falls, we stop." she closed her eyes, gulping, as he locked her in between his masculine arms. "Do you want us to stop?" his rich voice rang to her eyes, his eyes filled with hope for her response. ______________________________ Roses for love and passion. She was full of it, she was full of passion. Love. She never got that from her parents, she was just a piece of chess. Sacrificed for the betterment of the king and queen. Therefore she was caged until she was needed to be given. Like a rose stuck in its garden, waiting for a stranger to pluck her out. This rose wanted freedom, she wanted to escape before she could be harvest. Monster for fear and death. He was living as one, called as one. Death. Always on the brink of it, he didn't quite care, he was used to seeing it. He lived in a world where it was killed or be killed. Therefore he locked himself, he locked his heart out. There was no room for weaknesses. Like a monster living for the fear and death of others, waiting for death himself to show up to free him. This monster wanted things he dreamed of. He wanted his rose, he wanted his home. -------------------------- UNEDITED .-. 2020 © *WARNING* this story has violence, sexual content, abuse, gore, and so on. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Hope u like this ")/

"Did no one ever teach you how to take turns?" "I said please." - Mia Thorton is no good at playing wife. When she meets her dangerous brother-in-law, Giovanni DeLuca, next in line to be don of the Italian Mafia, she runs in the opposite direction, desperate to stay true to her wedding vows. But this new direction leads straight into the arms of her overly protective stepbrother, Colton Bourne. He's sweet, witty, annoying as hell--and the best friend she's ever had. It doesn't take long for Mia to realize that there's no way to win this game, but she has a feeling that losing it might be just as fun. - content warnings: cheating. dubious consent. MMF. violence.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

18-year-old Bianca Vitale always gets what she wants. Whether it's a guy, money, or good grades, she has it all, except one thing of course. When she finally gathers up the courage to ask her father if she can join the Vitale family mafia and he says no, Bianca loses it. Can she make things work with the good guy? Or when she scares him away, will she give up and go for the bad boy? Warning: Mature Themes!! 18+ -language -sexual content -violence This is also a first draft with little to no editing done. *will edit after finished* All Rights Reserved © - this story belongs to @riaemd - no copying of any sort! Cover by - @_navyblueee_

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

Finally we pulled up as my hand went to reach the handle the locks where clicked so it was useless."What the fuck Ryder" I snapped "look at me" he demanded. I turned my head in his direction a serious look on his face. "I never want to see another man touching you again you hear, your mine and always will be" he spoke so calmly as my heart pounded my chest. I didn't know what to say all I wanted was to get out of this fucking car "unlock the doors" I spoke just managing to get it out. In one night they were gone every night it replayed in my head finding their rooms empty it was the worst feeling in the world and know three years later their back expecting the innocent girls we used to be but not realising how far from it we've gotten and know as they stand before us again I feel wounds I thought that had healed open and my heart ripped once more but worst of all my brothers bestfriend he's got me and he's never letting go, this is either an amazing dream or my worst nightmare.