"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

"You are mine, Natalya. I will show you over and over if I have to." ***** In a werewolf's life, you live your life around constant companionship but what you yearn for most is the connection of your soulmate--the goddess given blessing that will keep you sane. The only love you crave for the moment you shift. Natalya felt the bond severed. Her hope to live a life like everyone she knows and cherishing their mates were immediately crushed. Angered at the world and fate for taking someone she barely met, she became cold and pushed everyone away. That was until one fateful day, she finds a surprise at the Alpha King's arena.

"But... How can I be your mate?" She whispered, lowering her head. "I'm a human. Humans and werewolves can't be mates." Slowly, he reached for her face and tipped her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Though his expression was inscrutable, there was a perceptible fondness in his eyes whenever he looked at her. "Who said I was a werewolf?" ➳ Highest rankings: - #3 in Wolf - #5 in Mate - #5 in Innocent - #4 in Protective - #11 in RomanceStories

"I want her." he said coldly sipping onto his wine staring at the grey eyed enchantress standing in front of him taking in her curves and flawless smooth skin. "She's his mate." his beta proclaimed widening his eyes at the reckless demand of his alpha. "So?" his alpha asked him coldly like it didn't affected him a bit. "But she is forbidden and---" his beta tried to make him understand but a one cold look from his alpha made his mouth clipped shut. He moved his blank gaze towards the woman tempting him without even trying and sternly said "I want her." And that was it, the end of the discussion because what he wants he gets it by hook or by crook. Daxon Valor, the alpha of the blood moon night pack is what people and all of the packs fear of. He is powerful and a rude, arrogant alpha who fears nothing. But he was not like this from the birth the death of his mate made him like this so cruel and ruthless because he loved his mate more than his own life. Hazel Suarez, the wife of alpha Alexander Suarez of nightingale pack is the beauty everyone wants to take a look at. But to even look at her is forbidden for everyone. But Alpha Daxon Valor has his eyes on her now. He wants her at any cost for himself.

Neveah Russo is a naive girl with big dreams and a bright future ahead of her that was until she collided paths with Ace Mernandez, the leader of the ltalian Mafia who believes love is an unnecessary social construct he wants nothing do with. All he is good at is fucking and dumbling. Neveah happens to be one of the individuals that is involved in his late night endevaours. Only one problem, He went raw, she wasn't on birth control She has two options A: keep the baby and expose herself to a life of danger or B: abort the baby and flee the furthest away from the mob as possible And he will do anything to protect what rightfully belongs to him. Read to find out more.....

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 / 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 Currently being rewritten 07.07.2023 "Find Mrs. Lilith Parker for me. I will contact you again when the time will come. You will earn 150 Million$. PS: Do not touch her in any way." - J. I accepted it directly, 150 Million was a lot for just a woman. It intrigued me more than I admitted to. Who was this woman and why did he wanted her? Even if I tried to ask this "J." he would not answer me, it was either I accepted without any question or I refused and lost the money. "Deal." -Lorenzo Mancini. 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆 : ✫Sexual assault / rape ✫Drugs ✫Mental illness ✫Depression ✫Violence ✫Sexual content ✫Abuse ✫Self-harm ✫Kinky sex 𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 : #1 childhoodtrauma #5 ongoing #250 secrets #1 frenchmafia #60 mafiaking #33 mafialeader #93 violence #8 assault #34 escape #24 leader #23 spicy #8 sexualassault

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer

#1 Amelia has had a tough life and it all got even worse when her dad returned from his trip. He sold her to the Perez family for money. How could he do such thing? Will she ever feel happy again? Being forced to marry the one and only Ezra Perez. One of the greatest mafias out there, of course she wasn't going to be happy. It all feels like a never ending nightmare. Knowing all the rumors about him is enough to know that he is a cruel monster. His only mission in life is to get revenge and kill people. Are these rumors true? Is he as bad as Amelia thinks? *** She is a strong girl who knows how to smile through pain. Her bubbly personality is what Ezra Perez hate about her, but somehow he likes being around her. He is a boy who's been following his dads orders his whole life. He knows only how to be cruel to people and therefore doesn't let anyone get close to him. He has never met a girl like her and it drives him crazy because he can't stay away from her. Highest rankings: #1 tiktok #1 romancefanfiction #2 mafialove #2 enemy #2 mafiastory

"During your stay here, these are the rules you'll be following." He took a piece of paper from his desk drawer and handed it to me. House Rules 1. No backtalk or disrespect towards your brothers and elders. 2. No swearing. 3. No smoke, drinking, vaping, or drugs of any kind. 4. No lying. 5. No boys, dating, or sex. 6. No going to the 4th floor. 7. No going in the basement. 8. No leaving the grounds without an escort. 9. All clothing must be approved before leaving the house. 10. Be in bed asleep by 10:00 pm on weekdays, 12:00 on weekends. I nodded my head as I read the list. I reached his desk and grabbed a pen. "What are you doing?" Dario asked. "Oh, yeah." I chuckled "These are going to need some revision." I began, crossing and marking the paper. Imogen Almeria (all-mer-ee-uh) just lost her mom in the most traumatic way possible, but she'll ugly cry in the dark about that later. She's just discovered she has brothers, some shady ones at that. But don't worry guys, she'll figure it out like eventually.

Suited for an audience 18 and older. Read at your own discretion. *** "Don't think for a second I don't hate you any less because we're married," I hiss out. Seeing Gabriel's growing smirk only pisses me off more. "If I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to this then I would have ripped that stupid contract up the first chance I got." My sentence trails off when Gabriel takes another step towards me, then another until he's towering over me. I can feel how huge my eyes become when he slams my back to the bathroom door, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing it to the wood. A gasp escapes me when Gabriel squeezes it, squeezing until I'm panting for every breath. I can already feel my body betraying me, though. My words may be telling him how much I despise him, but my body knows what the truth is and it shows from the growing arousal between my legs. "Don't be so crude, princesa," Gabriel mutters, forcing my head back to stare into his blazing brown eyes. "Let's not forget that we're a happily married couple. So I suggest you walk into that meeting with a smile on your face... Unless you'd rather have them all listen to me fuck the attitude out of you instead." ***