Bienvenue chez les Yakuzas de Tokyo. À vingt-sept ans, Kuro Hitake n'a plus le choix. S'il veut devenir chef de clan, il doit prendre une épouse. Et bien qu'il exècre les femmes, il choisit d'en poursuivre une en particulier. Nikita Volkov a vingt-deux ans, personne n'a jamais vu son visage, et sa famille baigne dans l'empire du crime organisé en Russie. Mais elle fuit les siens depuis deux ans. Belle ou laide, seule la puissance de son nom importe à Kuro qui règne d'une main de maître sur son clan. Et bien qu'il ait toujours un coup d'avance sur tout, il ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'elle bouleverse tous ses plans. " Nous avons tous une ou deux blessures que l'on veut que personne ne touche." Attention, TW ⚠️

Parle moi d'amour, parle moi de l'acte et non du sentiment.

Je me prénomme Katyzia et mon pays est le Zaïre. Réputé pour sa richesse en pétrole et en minéraux en tous genres. Des richesses qui sont très envié par les occidentaux... En échange de tous ceci, on nous avais promis paix et sérénité, mais tous ce que nous avons eu c'est des larmes et du sang versé !

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

UNFINISHED + DISCONTINUED "you're all mine; the hair, the lips, the body, it's all mine." highest previous rankings: - #1 in jimin - #1 in pjm - #1 in btsfanfic cover by: @TheChristianChimChim on Wattpad

"Just stop!" I shouted, tears breaming my eyes. "I can't take this anymore Franki", I sobbed, "I- I cant I- ..." "I know baby", he whispered, grazing his thumb over my my cheek and gently wiping away the stream of tears. "It's gonna be all over soon. I promise". "No it won't, don't you see?!", I yelled, "Our lives are too fu%king crazy now! Even if we do manage to get through all this bullsh*t today, we'll never be the same! How can you be so calm about all of this?!" I asked exasperatedly. I met his now serious gaze as he firmly lifted my chin. "I'm calm because this is my life Kyra. This is the life I was born in. The only difference now is that I finally have you in it. Fu%king finally. Do you think that I'll let anyone take you away from me?", he said possessively while tightening his grip around my waist. I cried even more. How did we get here?

Tic...tac...tic...tac... Les secondes défilaient lentement pendant cette fameuse nuit, le temps était froid. Aussi froid que le corps qu'il venait d'enterrer. Aussi froid que la bibliothèque où elle venait enfin de terminer ses révisions. Le calme régnait...des deux côtés. Mais le calme aimait se faire désirer chez lui...et maintenant chez elle. À cause de lui. « Allô ? » Ils n'avaient rien en commun. Ils ne se connaissaient pas vraiment. « La cible est en train de sortir de la bibliothèque, on attend ton signal Kai. » « Allez-y. » Enfin ça...c'était avant. Avant qu'elle ne soit l'objet de sa nouvelle mission. Et de sa curiosité. (Not owned picture)

"On aime bien le changement, mais pas quand il est brutal comme ça..." Venez découvrir l'histoire mouvementée des Triplées, Thays, Elysa et Lylia, qui deviendra encore plus chahutante à la rencontre des Khelafi et de leurs ennemies.

Les épines ne doivent pas gâcher la beauté de la rose. Elles piquent au premier abord mais plus on s'approche, plus la rose devient brillante. By Bent_Othman Ceci est une réécriture de ma première chro "Amina vendue à un Mafieu"