𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"You're angry, frustrated. You want some form of release. I can help you with what you want." I drop my hand to trace the edge of his wrist sensually. "If that's what you want. I'm consenting." His eyes turn from brown to black within a matter of seconds, his nostrils flare as he attempts to keep everything together but I could tell he's struggling. He opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his hand to my throat, slamming me into the corridor wall. Kassian's lips graze my jaw, feeling the heat of his body radiate against mine. "What I want is to fuck you hard until you're screaming, your legs are shaking and your pussy is dripping." My mouth quivers at his words, keeping the eye contact between us. "Then take me," I pant out desperately. "Right here. Right now." . . . When Cleo is cursed by her mother because of long term envy, she turns to a life of misery and torment. The curse slowly killing her day by day, the main purpose to block her ability to sense her mate. Cleo despises everyone, destroying anything and everything in her way, her heart growing colder by the second. When she trespasses on Kassian's land, an Alpha with severe anger issues. His pack fight to spare her life after Kassian is adamant on killing her, not trusting her vicious ways. But Cleo is out for revenge on her mother and she won't stop until she's got it. 18+

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"I think you've already starved me enough, Amia, just one taste. I promise I won't bite." Marcello implored, his hands slipping gently between my thighs whilst his thumb slowly caressed my skin. ***** Amia embodied everything Marcello Ortega, a violent and dangerous mafia leader, loathed. She was his cock's itch, and the only way to get rid of it was to either destroy her or pin her against his bed, relieving his impediment. Amia was returning home from work late one night when she came across a critically injured man on the street and, being the kindhearted and unselfish girl she is, decided to assist. She had no idea that the man she had assisted was the vicious and callous underground Mafia leader, and she would soon find herself entangled in sweet yet deadly illusions. ********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

My boss.. The walking terror of corporate world is kneeling in front of me. Green eyes look up at me heavily. He is still wearing glasses, and his CEO personality, yet something feels off. His eyes appear so dark and dense, like someone switched off the lights in them as he stares at me with his signature blackness. He takes a deep breath, black shirt tightens around his biceps as he raises his hand and grips the hem of my skirt. And then, he begins sliding it up. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers push the fabric higher and higher, inch by torturous inch, till my skin appears above the lacy stockings. My lungs gasp as those deep, penetrating green eyes flicker up at me. Something feral and unreadable flashes behind them, before he leans in. Warm breath grazes my exposed thigh and every muscle in my body clenches. OHMYGOD! What is he doing? What is he doing? My anxieties panic in me. I slap a trembling hand over my mouth, muffling my gasps as his untouchable lips touch my skin. An electrifying current shoots down my spine and I freeze on the spot, unable to believe what he is doing. Soft and warm, his forbidden lips press against my thigh in a slow, deliberate kiss as if he is taking his sweet time to taste the sin of my skin. But he doesn't stop there. A second kiss. Higher. A third. Even higher. Oh my God! 🚩MATURE CONTENT🚩 Highest Ranks #2 in Funny #2 in Humour #3 in Seductive #3 in EnemiesToLover

"She laid on him like she owned him. They weren't mates. We were mates. But still, here she was claiming to the world that she possessed what was mine." Amelia Lovecraft, she meets her mate for the first time after longing for many years. What happens when she learns her so called mate already has a lover? A story about two mates, finding love for each other even after breaking the bond. •I don't own any of the pictures used in this story• 1M reads (29th September 2021) THIS BOOK IS MEANT TO ONLY BE ON WATTPAD Impressive rankings No.1 #fightforlove 26th June 2021 ❤️ No.1 #doctor 🦋 No.1 #rejection ✨ No.1 #sadness 💔 No.1 #wattpadromance 🥰 THIS IS A FREE BOOK ON WATTPAD. PLEASE DO NOT PAY FOR MY WORK ON OTHER WEBSITES. IF YOU FIND "LOST WOTHOUT YOU" ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM, IT IS STOLEN FROM WATTPAD.

• 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 '𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦' 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 • There isn't a single ounce of fear projecting off him as he stands in front of me, his extreme level of authority practically radiating throughout the room. "Touch her again and the next bullet I fire will go through your fucking skull. Comprendere?" He warns, the threat clearly understood as the dozens of eyes around us become wide and fearful. .................................... Lula has always loved the idea of capturing memories and moments that will last forever. The ability to take a picture and know the memory of it will live on for as long as the people in it, possibly even more. That is, until the day she accidentally photographs something that will leave her regretting that one innocent click over and over. ....................................

When Finn wakes up on a pirate ship with no memory, the last thing he expects is to get involved with the dangerous and alluring Captain North. ***** Stuck on a notorious pirate ship with no memories and an injured foot, Finn is as sure of his future as he is his past. Fate has set him in the path of the lawless Imo Gen crew. Finn can't remember how he got there or why, but what he does know is that Captain North saved his life, and he might just be the most handsome man he's ever met. Things get even more dangerous when he discovers that he has a very expensive bounty placed for his capture-and he's not the only one who knows about it. Captain North's brother is looking for Finn with orders from the nobility, but as far as Captain North is concerned, Finn is his, and no one, not even his brother, can take that from him. [Ver. I]

Book 8 of the Mangoverse • A Marriage in Trouble Romance • His dream was to see his business roar and touch new heights. Her dream was to have a perfect family she missed out on as a child. When he married her for his gain, she had hope that one day she would win him over. That hope dimmed every day until it vanished. If six years of marriage didn't change anything, she didn't think anything else would. So she crushed her hopes with her own hands. She never complained, never fought. But it's different now. Her wounds are deep and she would not let them bleed anymore. Leaving him seems like a good option. But it is never that easy. He never knew of the pain she hid behind her supportive smiles, and now that he does, he is willing to ask for forgiveness. Or beg for it. Whatever works. He never had any intention of letting her go. Even before he married her, she was his, and he is determined to prove it now more than ever. ------