He was My best Friend, i could tell him anything . We were Like Brother and Sister. Which is why I wasn't Expecting What was about to happen to me or my friend. ⚠️TW ⚠️ contains kidnapping Violence and Sexual Assault

⚠️THIS STORY IS UNPUBLISHED! WILL BE UPLOADED SOON!⚠️ Book Four in the "His Girl" series. Aleksander Kroesk, almost as well known in the BDSM community as Adiah Providence, has always wanted the relationship with his men to be one of... well, a pet. He finds it almost like a Daddy does to his little, he enjoys it. Sometimes he even starts to act like a Daddy, but he prefers to be called by Master, though he wouldn't mind if his sub called him Daddy or Sir, he wasn't all that picky. Walking through the halls of the BDSM club owned by Providence himself, Aleksander finds himself staring into none other than Adonis Grois' eyes. And you can imagine who stared right back. • He yanks on the leash, making me gasp and fall forward on my knees. He smirks and tugs the chain once more, looking down at me. "Come, pet." I start to crawl toward his open legs. Why am I hard? Why is this so pleasurable for me? God if Mikkel saw me right now he would be bent over laughing. I stop at his feet, unsurely looking up. He playfully rolls his eyes and tuts at me, leaning down to pull me up onto his lap. I blush, looking up at his slender and defined face. He runs a hand through my hair and then pulls it, making my head lean back slightly. "I'm going to have fun with you, pup." He grins, releasing his hold on my head to hook his finger under my collar and tug. His eyes shine with mischief, his usually light and calming eyes now sadistic and excited. If it weren't for the fact that I trust this man with my life, I would have left the second he looked at me with those torturingly wicked orbs. I gulp while he starts to pet me, dragging his fingers through hair. "A-Aleksander..." I whimper, feeling the need to be held closer than arms length. His eyes soften, probably noticing my desperate-ness that I don't bother hiding. "Sweet boy," he coos, "come here. Come to your Master."

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."

Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! THIS STORY HAS TRIGGERING AND MATURE CHAPTERS! IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANY OF THESE YOU ARE WELCOME TO LOOK BACK! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED --------- Hailey Harth is a troubled young woman who lives with her Sad Abusive and Drunkie of a father in U.S, California Hailey curses every time she wakes from her slumber because all she yearns for is the bittersweet taste of the end That us until she meets a certain group of people who might just alter her view of life Will she see life as; A chance to explore each day with thrill Or A reason to sulk and hope for death ------- []Book1:Finished[] []Book2:''The Only Way'' (On Hold)[]

Kyla Watson never would have thought that she would fall into the hands of a dangerous man known for complete destruction. Most of all, she certainly would never have guessed that she would find attraction in the mist of it all. ━━┅━━━┅━━━━┅━━━┅━━━━┅━━━┅━━━━┅━━━┅━━ [DISCLAIMER]: - This is being taken down for editing. It will be published back chapter by chapter once it's done. Highest Rankings #1 in mafiaromance #23 in mafia

" D-do-dont k-kill me" she begged looking at my gun and sobbing loudly. "Now, why would i do that??" I asked her chuckling at her and then smirked, looking at her face while twirling my gun in my hand. "Y-you are a g-go-good boy. Killing people is wr-wrong. Vimla masi told me, it is wrong to hur-hurt people. Every person is good by h-heart and u are a good person. God will be sad if-if u hu-hurt me." She stuttered while sobbing. My eyes widen hearing her words. She is lecturing me !? ME !?? How dare she !?. " Girl do you even realise who I am that you are daring to lecture me !?" I asked, my voice deadly calm. She gave me her stupidest reply ever I heard from anyone till now. _____________________ Meet an indian girl TARA, 22 year old beautiful who is orphan, very innocent, shy, timid, naive, always oblivious to its surrounding.She is a girl who is loved by all people surrounding her because of her sweet innocent nature but there are some those who are nothing but an evil to her innocent soul. She is not mentally ill but people around her sometimes mistaken her to be mental because of her pure soul who is totally oblivious to the dangers of the life. Now, meet ABHINAY SINGH, 27 year old handsome billionaire, who is a dangerous mafia leader. He is feared by all. Even his own men are scared shitless. No one dares to cross his path but if any one somehow did, they would pay a heavy price, a price as extreme as their life. People say he is heartless, ruthless, devil in disguise. Some calls him "DEVIL". Mercy word is not in his dictionary and enjoys torturing his victims to the point that they would beg for him to give them death. But, both this opposite personality would crash somehow. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A DANGEROUS MAFIA MEET AN INNOCENT SOUL. Would he break her? Would she heal him with her innocence and sweet nature?

Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have him meet the the caring and sweet Gabrielle. He instantly disliked the young girl, hating everything about her. But when his hate turns into something more... something deeper, will he be able to control the obsession he soon has over her Warning: This is a dark novel and will have a lot of mature scenes. It will have also a lot of disturbing scenes such as violence, abuse, and other sensitive topics. This is not for people with soft hearts. Meant for 18+

Eh, this rude, but, if you comment something rude or something I don't like, you getting "muted" as Wattpad calls it. ir·re·place·a·ble /ˌi(r)rəˈplāsəb(ə)l/ adjective -impossible to replace if lost or damaged. 17 Year old Zaidee Carter had been a good girl all her life. She had the best reputation and had no dirt on her name. She was shy and humble, and sometimes she let people do her dirty. She was a girl who was struggling but still smiled. A lot of guys wanted her because she was still a virgin and not many girls at her school still owned their innocence. But Zaidee wouldn't let them get to her just so they could use her. 18 Year old Kofi Azeem had spent his junior year locked up. Kofi was young but his name was ringing fear and terror in niggas' hearts. He was a cold hearted nigga who had spent most of his life struggling and when he finally came up off a check he chased the money and didn't let no bitch or nigga stop him from getting his bills. Kofi was that nigga who only fucked bad bitches- he didn't do relationships but bitches were quick to go crazy over him even if he'd never given them any attention. Kofi comes back to school his senior year. Tune in to find out what happens when him and Zaidee cross paths. Of course they're gonna fall in love. Read to find out how it all comes about. How the both of them end up Irreplaceable for one another.