Lyra Keller was hopelessly in love with Orion Blackwood. But Orion's heart belonged to someone else, someone close to both of them-her sister, Zara. When conflicts tear their families apart, fate intervenes, and through a twist of destiny, Lyra and Orion are married. Lyra, filled with hope, believed that her marriage to Orion was the start of her happily ever after. But her dreams were shattered as Orion remained cold and indifferent to her pain. He hated her because she reminded him of Zara. Or was it why he married her, to be close to someone who looked like her? When she is about to give up, Zara returns home. With Zara back in their lives, the tension escalates. What will Orion do? And can Lyra find the strength to overcome the shadows of her heart? Will she ever discover that Zara was the reason for her heartbreak?

[Mature Warning 18+] "You're my perfect little whore for tonight, but you're also a good girl. So, I'm going to fuck you like you're both." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a meaningless one-night stand-no names, no feelings. They clearly drew the line that it was just one of too many nights that just happened. After a night of passion they were supposed to part ways and never cross paths again. But what happens when fate has bigger plans? Zayden De Parenti is the devil in disguise, heir to a ruthless Italian mafia empire. He is cold-blooded, merciless, powerful and completely irresistible whose destiny is intertwined with becoming the next Mafia Lord. But in order to ascend to the throne, he must have a wife. The city of Brighton serves as Zayden's personal chessboard, where he has already chosen who will reign as his queen. The woman already consumes his every thought and has no idea what kind of monsters lie within him. He's determined to own her, corrupt her and burn down the whole world for her. Edith Florence Sinclair, the infamous daughter of the Mayor of Brighton. Since childhood, she has lived under the shadow of an elite society following her parents rules but never could be the perfect daughter. After establishing her own coffee shop, she moved on to have a life of her own. However, her freedom seems to change overnight, when she is bound to save her dad's secrets and reputation by marrying Zayden De Parenti. Edith found no escape from this forced marriage because she turned out to be pregnant with the next heir of the Parenti family. Will Edith resist Zayden's dangerous allure, or will she fall for him? Can Zayden guard his heart against the temptation Edith stirs within him, or will his ambition ruin them both?

Marie Smith, a twenty five year old who found herself married to the man she'd dreamt of being with her entire life. She'd ended up with the celebrity of her dream, but then the marriage didn't end up being what she'd expected it to be. Henry Smith, a thirty year old successful billionaire who'd created his fame and wealth on his own. He's got the charm every female wants in a man, but lacks one thing. Being a good husband. --- "Henry, let's get a divorce." I'd said it. The word I'd wanted to say for a year already. His gaze shifted from the papers to mine, and he held it. "Please, just free me from this bondage you call marriage." I needed freedom, and I hoped he also felt the same need. He straightened his brows, checking the time on his obviously extremely expensive wrist watch, like he was late for somewhere and I was stopping him from leaving. He turned back to me, looking as uninterested as ever. As I stared at his features, I realized how easily it was to fall for such a handsome face. I mean, who on earth would not fall for his chiseled jawline and defined facial structure that exuded confidence. His subtly curved lips with his sharp cheekbones and straight nose always caught the attention of every single female on earth. It didn't help that he had to be born with beautiful green eyes, an unexpected contrast to his black hair which added to the beauty of his deep set eyes, adding depth and mystery. Broad shoulders and chest that seemed chiseled from granite filled out his athletic build, there was no way that saw him wouldn't end up drooling over him. I mean, he literally towers of everyone at six foot two inches with six fucking packs and an extremely hot stature. So yeah, I was also part of those female drooling over him till we actually got married- "No." His voice snapped me out of my admiration town. --- What happens when Henry asks her to wait a year till they get a divorce and she finds herself actually getting attracted to him again?

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

#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?

Dark Mafia love story WARNING this story contain a lot of sexual content including strong language , mention of drugs and suicide , read at your own discretion ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meet Rose Godlova.26. she's as innocent as they come, she gives and never expects nothing in return. she a hard worker, she's friendly and kind. but deep inside she's battling her own demons. Meet Enzo Don Binacheli.29. he's the total opposite. he doesn't care about nothing and noone. whatever he wants he gets. he's never been told no until a little annoying yet beautiful angel comes his way .... opposites attract right....... #mafiastory 14 rank -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Why did you 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 me?" I, again, throw a very troubled question towards him. ... "I was doing you a favour there." His countenance suddenly changes as a playful smirk plasters on his face. "You should consider yourself 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚..." "Because many women dreamed to be in your position that day, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆." He smiles and winks, shifting in place as he rests his hands on his hips with his thumbs digging inside the space between the towel and his skin. I can't help but stare at his movement when he, I don't know if it's unintentional or on purpose, ends up pulling his towel an inch below, exposing more of his deep 𝑽-𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆. *Gulps* - She is a naive, ordinary girl who simply wants to discover her passion in life and hopes for a bright future upon graduating from high school. He is a dangerous man with a cold exterior and a mysterious past. What happens when fate pushes them together? ─━━━━━━⊱✿⊰━━━━━━─ The "Enthrall Me" story that was deleted. Now revamped. This story will be finished. --- ON HOLD --- ♡ 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚/ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡ ⭐ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 / 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 ⭐

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her. •••• "You know," she whispers, "Everyone would be disgusted by the things I would let you do to me." I smirk. She's made for me. "Tell me," I said, "Tell me what you would let me do." I rub my thumbs across her cheeks. She grins up at me, looking so fucking pleased with herself. "Can I show you instead?" -------- Amorette Ávila is just trying to support her family and make something of her life. She meets a man who changes her perception of all things. Augustine Eros is a dangerous man, one who kills and controls crime, and that scares her. She wants to look out for her brother, but that only leads her closer to the man she fears. However, he finds something in her he's never found before, and he's addicted. She sees through his rough facade, and her curiosity seems to drive her interest. She's an angel to him, and he thrives off of it. She is his drug, and he wants to overdose on her.

"You love the way I touch you, don't you, kitten? You can't hide it. Tell me to stop, and I will do that immediately?" I couldn't say anything; I was a complete wreck of nerves. He inched his face closer, and I arched my back so that it pushed my chest towards him. I couldn't control myself. I just wanted him to touch me. Needed him to touch me. "Do you still think that this is a mistake?" He asked, his lips curved in a teasing smirk. However, I was far too gone to argue. "I'm not going to touch you until you beg me." He stepped even closer. "Now, kitten, do you still think that this is a mistake?" *** *** *** **** In one single day, my entire life is turned upside down when Dad is brought back to the pack, lifeless and dead in every way. However, the last thing I would have expected was my mother to show up on our doorstep after thirteen years to take me in. Or maybe not, because nothing else can beat the insane attraction that I feel to this man. This man walking down the stairs and looking every bit like some Greek god of seduction. "Olivia, my husband, André." Wait... He's my stepfather?