𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with prope

The Russian winter is the coldest of all. Ironically, there's a saying that goes, hell has frozen over too. Who would have imagined that the Italian mafia princess would find the devil waiting for her in Moscow? 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 is adventurous and bold. As the only daughter of the formidable leader of The Outfit, her every desire has always been fulfilled... until she wished to visit Moscow. Her father gave her one strange condition: Don't fall for a Russian man. 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐕 is known as a wealthy playboy, the charismatic owner of Moscow's most lavish clubs. Yet behind his glittering facade lurks a ruthless man who thrived for bloodlust & vengeance. He was a man who had everything & wanted for nothing ━ until Rosabelle walked into his world. Intrigued by the shy, naive girl who ventured into his club, Emilian couldn't resist the temptation to get closer. But what started as mere curiosity soon transformed into an obsession to keep Rosabelle at his side. But there's one problem. Their families. Passion blurs the line between love & forbidden desires. And where loyalty is questioned, war can break free at any time. This time, can Rosabelle save herself from him & his wicked temptations? ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ 𝐜𝐰: unhinged mmc, obsessive behaviour, mildly toxic 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: age gap (21h & 33H), good girl x bad boy, forbidden, kinda cliché & insta-love !!! BEING REWRITTEN !!!

18+ Werewolf Romance (read at your own discretion) "If I find you soaked for me below your nightdress, then I am going to do terrible things to you, Lavelle." His dark promise fuels my desire. I grab his wrist where it rests against my thigh, stopping it before it can travel upward. "Wait." His mouth curves into a smile against the side of my neck. "Troubled about what I may find?" +++ Lavelle has never considered herself lucky. That changes on the night she secures an invitation to a coveted ball. There, she meets a charming Alpha, who takes a singular interest in her. A single night leads to Lavelle being swept up into another world entirely, where she is doted on by a handsome Alpha who speaks of marrying her. While she considers their meeting fate, the Alpha has dark and terrible intentions that aren't revealed until his mysterious and beautiful cousin, Zyre, arrives to challenge his title, and to take all that he belongs to him- including Lavelle. Suddenly attached to a new Alpha who she feels inexplicably drawn to, Lavelle struggles with the dark realities of her past, and the growing bond between her and the enigmatic Zyre.

The now graduated Kim Torres has a chance to work in an office,offered by her friend.When they arrive she immediately spots the hottest man she's ever seen and has no clue he's the boss there. He is rich,tall and an egoistic person and they don't get along.His appearance and his fragrance draw her in.While her story she goes through a lot; family issues and stuff,but despite all the pain and regret her boss,Mr.Collins is there for her and takes care of her.After all the teasing and tension the ice breaks between the two. "Who do you think you're talking to?" He asked and his voice was deeper,scarier. "Then take your anger out on me! " I yell back and his face doesn't change,it's like he's satisfied.He keeps silent so I walk to the bed when he grabs my arm pulling me back.He attacks my neck and I tilt my head back giving him access. "I've been taking it easy on you." "And I bet you enjoyed every single time we've been close to each other.Right?" He asked with his hand on my waist. "Right Kim?" He asks whispering in my ear and gets closer to me.My breathing quickened and I'm shivering under his touch. "Yes," 📍Rankings #1 office romance #1 boss #2 kinky #1 goodgirl #1 stronglanguage #2 wattpadstory

The serial bully is a type of bully often found in popular circles. These bullies are systematic, controlled, and calculated in their approach. Friends, teachers, and administrators may have no idea what a serial bully is capable of. This type of bully appears sweet, charming, and charismatic to authority figures. But, they can be very cold and calculating. What happens when a serial bully develops an odd fascination for Olivia?, bad things.bad, bad things.

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.