In which night consumes her. *** "Tell me you thought of me even when he was inside of you," he whispers in my ear. I turn my face close enough where our breath mingles. I scowl at his arrogance, "I would be lying if I said that." The last time I thought about Brax was when my mother and I drove off leaving him behind in our wake of destruction. He wraps his arm around me from behind and slides his hand down my shirt lighting a path of desire down my body. "You may have not thought of me then but you'll be consumed with the thought of me every time this pussy gets wet; because it's mine," he growls as he lifts my skirt to rub his thumb outside my panties. I'm damp with the feel of my arousal coating the inside of my thighs. "I can smell you." He continues to rub me while using his other hand to grip my hair, "lilacs and honey." I moan and push myself back against him to feel his hard length. "Please, Brax." WARNING: Not for readers under 18. This will be VERY DARK, smutty, and SAD. It is labeled mature for a reason.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

Bree Portman has a rather unusual job. She is paid to kill people, and her next target is the one and only Elijah Lancaster - her ex-best friend. He is known to be a man whore, and it seems that he 'accidentally' slept with a married woman. Now, someone wants him dead, and she has to get rid of him. Elijah is always surrounded by people, particularly of the female gender, and Bree figures that the best way to kill him without causing a scene, is by getting close to him again. Maybe that wasn't her best decision...

Faith has traveled all the way to a new place to start a better life but little did she know her destiny was not going to be the way that she wants. From loving a wrong person made her losing her good friend to getting accused of a murder she never committed. She has gone through hell. But she did escape from her past and again started to build up a new life from doing what she never wanted to do. But little did she know her past never left her. But there's just being more addition to her miserable life. It's love, conspiracy, betrayal, war, revenge, and lust. It's a life of a Mafia she's living in. . . . { A part of the story} This night was enough I can't take it anymore. My eyes were still filled with tears I was crying on my present state. My mind was screaming for help. I remembered there was still hope left or help. I dragged myself towards my pillow and moved my hand under it and took out the cell phone which Max gave me. I switched it on. Should I really make a call I asked myself. It was one-thirty at night. I think I should that's what my guts were telling me. My thump was hovering over the call option. I closed my eyes when all the things that happened to me this night flashed in front of me. I realized that I should for help and touched the call option. It was ringing, after three-ring, the call was received. "Faith" That was the first word I heard from the other side. The tone of his voice was concerning and sounded worried his voice was soothing and husky, one could melt easily on it. "Help me" was all I could say to this stranger and tears were rolling down...