Jennifer was hideous, absolutely revolting to look at, especially when she cried. Her face scrunched up like a crumpled piece of paper, her eyes red and swollen, tears and snot mingling in a mess that made her ugliness all the more obvious. But Emilio liked it. He liked it a lot. "You're getting your snot all over my backseat," Emilio said, his voice sharp as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. His car, a beat-up sedan that smelled faintly of stale cigarettes and cheap air fresheners, felt cramped with Jennifer's heaving sobs. "You'll have to pay for the detailing." Jennifer wiped her nose with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling. "That's fine," she sniffled. "Just let me out here after I Zelle you." Emilio laughed, a short, mocking sound. "Let you out? What do you think I am, your Uber? No, Jennifer, you're going to make this up to me." Jennifer was his neighbor, an overweight woman who seemed perpetually lost in life, her clothes always a size too tight, her hair a mess of frizz and split ends. She should have moved away years ago, but Emilio liked having her around. She was like a mouse in his cat-and-mouse game. Whenever he saw her, he would find a way to taunt her, to remind her just how pathetic she was. But today, his little piggy had dared to go out looking for love. Emilio had followed her, shadowing her as she went on a date at some rundown diner on the edge of town. When the guy stood her up, he watched her crumble, crying at the bus stop like a sad, lost child. The idea that anyone might actually want her was laughable to him. She was his to torment, his personal plaything, and he wasn't going to let anyone else have her.

Aurora King, a 25 year old content single mom, who has just work her way up the nursing latter to D.O.N. Gets unknowingly wrapped up in her baby daddy's gambling debt leading her to meet Matteo Moretti, the Don of the Italian mafia. Matteo takes an immediate liking to Aurora leading him to uncover her family secrets she didn't know existed.

|MOVING TO GALATEA| It's a Roscotto Tradition. The year of wives and slaughter. Every five years, any young adult male within the Roscotto family is given an entire night to find a woman of their choosing. They'll take these women in as their "wives" and train them to suit their role in the mafia. Any male whose wife manages to survive a year will be given a high position within the family. Sienna Williams, after a terrible day at work, is kidnapped after taking a walk in the park. Her Kidnapper? The Mafia Heir who's hell-bent on having her participate in his twisted family tradition to become his wife. Let the games begin. ~Book 1 of the Mafia Royalty Series~

What do you do when you're tied to an arrogant, yet damaged man? What do you do when the little soul-tie you did from young, holds its place, even ten years later? What do you do when you're destined to walk down a white aisle towards nothing but pain and dark love? What do you do, when your life falls apart, just when it's supposed to start? What do you do...when it's an order for you to stand by a man who wants nothing more than to damage you as damaged as he is...? What do you do when that's called into effect... - The Order of Kores?

If someone had told Solána that she'd be wrapped between two men in their bedsheets, she'd laugh. If they told her those two men were the new investors in her company, she'd just slap them. But she wouldn't be able to stop the inevitable. Xavier and Xander Guerrero weren't happy to take over their father's business that he ran to cover their drug traffickers, weapon dealing, and the bodies that kept piling up. They had no time for relationships and never thought that they'd ever care for someone else's needs before their own. Until they felt a certain attraction to the COO of a company they were investing in. -Updates Every Wednesday Warning: -Sexual Content -Mentions of disorders -Mentions of self-harm ----------------------------- "We... We'll get caught." She whispered out her fear and felt Xavier pull her up from her knees and lifted her dress with a chuckle. "Then you better make us cum quick. You're on a timer, Giulio." He said as he pulled her panties to the side and saw how wet she had become.

Recommended for readers 18+ DARK ROMANCE (BWWM) Book 1-Her Unknown Fate Book 1.5- Her Loyalty Book 2-Her Legacy Book 3-Their Empire ‼️MATURE CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING DON'T START READING EXPECTING IT TO BE RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS.LAST WARNING IF YOU'VE NEVER READ A DARK ROMANCE DON'T BE BRAVE NOW.THIS ISN'T THAT BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH TYPE OF LOVE STORY. Jenelle grew up with everything she could ask for except the attention from her parents.While raising herself she's always relied on her instincts to keep her and the people around her safe.When her instincts warn her to stay far away from a beautiful devil she listens. What happens when that same man decides that Jenelle is the woman he wants to inflict his pain on? Ambrossio is a man that many fear and he's decided that Jenelle's blood,pain,tears and body belongs to him and he'll do whatever it takes to have her. Will Jenelle survive Ambrossio or will she die like the others? THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOT EDITED.I'm only writing this for fun.This is my first story.I'm not sure which direction the story will go. Please be kind and leave a review.Hate will not be tolerated. FYI- I write long chapters unless I'm busy with school☺️. Start:8/23/2021 End: 9/12/2021

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

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.

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.

Iris davies. Your normal fat black free spirited tomboy girl. She loves to paint the beauty of this natural world and sometimes also of some naturally beautiful people. But what happens when she saw a man and drew him just like the way she was drawn to him. Fanden Rike Ottum. Lucifer in disguise. With those killer dark Viking appearance he runs the whole Norway. Not one soul dares to stand or look at him or his family. He is known for his ruthless, cruel, brutality, unmerciful, inexorable, maniac, lunatic psychotic behaviour. He shows no one mercy. And what he says in one go should be done instantly. -------------------------------------------------------- I was laughing so hard looking at her shocked and surprised blushed cheeks when Einar came suddenly and hugged her kissing her forehead. Then my eyes went back to that one large figure who came outside with a tuxedo hugging his big body making him look more attractive and dangerous. His eyes fixed on mine as he straight up made his way towards me ignoring everyone. I quickly turned around about to leave. "Sommerfugl." I stopped on my tracks and a hand turned me around harshly. I was met with his dark grey eyes as he cupped my cheeks attaching his lips with mine instantly. I was too much shocked to even respond to his kiss. Plus this is my first kiss . He pulled away after giving me his impatient kiss and glared at me before a very sharp pain went through my cheeks. My face faced the other side as he slapped me hard. "Fucking respond me back when I kiss you, do you get it sommerfugl." He growned at me as my eyes were getting teary slowly because of his sudden actions. I nodded my head letting out a sob. He smiled and gave my cheek a soft peck before engulfing me in his broad body. I just controlled myself from crying more hard. I never thought this man would turn out like this. This is totally opposite of what I thought he would be. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ DARK STORY.