❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❦ "What are you doing in my fridge?" I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat. "Seriously?" I whispered. He wasn't even fazed by the fact that I could've easily slit his throat. He just stood there, hands behind his back. "And why aren't you wearing any pants?" he asks looking me up and down. He places his hand on my shoulder, shoving me out of the way. I stumbled, almost falling. "Cause yours wouldn't fit," I say trying to shove him back but he didn't budge. He raised a brow at me as he grabbed a water bottle. "I think your ass is to fat," I grin looking him up and down. "Gimme a little twirl, let me see," I wink at him and he stares at me in aware, eyes wide. "You just-" he cuts himself off with a little head tilt. "You're a troubled little girl, aren't you?" he teases, opening his water bottle. "So I've heard," I smile. ❦ MATURE SCENES !! ⚠ HIGHEST RANKINGS 🏆 #1 mentaldisorder #1 stripper #1 badasswomen #1 mentalhospital #1 lying #1 dancer #1 stubbornness #1 fighting #1 thedevil #1 strong-female-character

17+ I Fucked Up... He Found Me- I opened the door of my temporary apartment and immediately tried to shut it, regretting ever being stupid enough to open it at such a late hour. "Angel, you truly never cease to surprise me" he threw the door open and I walked backwards towards the kitchen, I turned my back and was about to grab a knife to defend myself, When I felt his presence, he immediately pushed his hard body against my back and took the knife from me slowly, "Now, angel you wouldn't want to make an accident would you? Hmm?" I felt his breath against my neck causing goosebumps to arise. God why am I so happy to see him? My heart pumped in my chest quickly- "What did you think? I wouldn't find you? You would run to Germany with your grandparents and I would forget about you?" He shook his head kissing my neck, I took in a breath as he turned my body to face him, "I would find you all the way in Alaska Emerson, do not underestimate my love for you." My eyes widened at his words and with that he roughly connected our lips. 'Estupida, deberiamos haber ido a Canadá" ...

TAKEN SERIES: BOOK TWO TW: mature themes and strong language, violence, sexual assault, self harm, manipulation, death, grief, etc. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. ------------------------------------------- "I will never love you." ••• The biggest wedding of the year. Jasmine Williams and Sinn Hyde. Two families being joined together in the underground as per their father's wishes. ------------------------------------------- Eighteen-year-old Jasmine has been groomed as the perfect bride-to-be. She's prepared, she's ready and all doubts and nerves she had felt before were now fully at ease. Either way, it's whatever father says, goes, right? Stay respectful, don't talk back and keep Mr. Hyde satisfied and everything will be okay, she'll be taken care of. But to her complete shock, her new beau doesn't feel the same way. ------------------------------------------- Twenty-three-year-old Mr. Hyde knows better. He will do just fine running his father's ends without a wife but cannot make the choice for himself. "You need an heir," his father says and whatever he says, goes. He's decided to suck it up, satisfy his father just to get him to back off. But that doesn't mean he'll like it, at all. In fact, he'll see just how far he can push her until she has no choice but to leave.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

{COMPLETE} Kyla is arranged to be married to Vixen, a powerful mafia boss with an unbroken reputation. To the outside world, he's cold, hard, ruthless, and merciless. She's kind, tender-hearted, beautiful, and caring. Given Vixen's reputation, Kyla doesn't want to fall in love, but soon, she learns that even the coldest hearts have a soft spot, and Vixen's just might be her. And although she doesn't like to admit it, hers might be him. Will they ever find love, or will this be a loveless marriage after all? ⚠️ THIS IS NOT A SLOWBURN NOVEL. THIS IS NOT A SLOWBURN NOVEL. THIS IS NOT A SLOWBURN NOVEL. THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL SO YOU MAY NOT AGREE WOTH MOST THINGS THAT HAPPEN. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ⚠️ ------- He raises his fist and I could swear I made a whimpering sound. I turn away and I look at the window as Vixen gets quiet. "Kyla." he says, his cold, hard mask still intact. I look at him, not saying anything, and he shifts in his seat, well aware of why I reacted that way. "Who did it?" he asks. I look down at my hands and I don't reply. "Was it those assholes at the university?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Kyla?" he says, his fingers brushing against my arm. I jump at his contact and suddenly a tear falls from my eyes. "God." he says as I begin to cry. I can tell he's not used to emotion.... "How was your first day sweetheart?" she asks sincerely. "A couple of frats tried getting in her panties in broad daylight and everyone around was gonna let it happen. How's that sound?" Vixen says, obviously still pissed. Book cover by @_navyblueee_ Started; Sep 21, 2021 Finished; Nov 3, 2021

She was a nobody who became a legend. Broken and betrayed, a servant girl with nothing seeks vengeance against those that hurt her landing her in the middle of the underworld power dynamics. This is the story of the maid who brought mafias to their knees. "One girl can change history."

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

I wrote this when I was 16 give me a break. TAKEN SERIES: BOOK ONE TW: kidnapping, manipulation, toxic/abusive relationship, violence, death, grief, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/attempts, sexual assault, non-consensual sexual content, alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, switching partners, etc. Do not read this story if you get triggered easily. If you decide to continue, that's your own choice. This story will portray a BDSM relationship, NOT counting the toxicity and genuine abuse that goes on throughout it. Do not comment anything unnecessarily judgmental, especially if you don't know what you're talking about. Thank you, enjoy. - - - - - "Don't ever do something like that again, or I will kill you, understood? "Yes, sir." - - - - - After being continuously hurt, left alone, heart broken and losing the one thing that kept her going, Nia Seymour turns to a new job that will show her how to let loose, live her life and make her happy again. The last thing she expected was to be Taken Captive by someone who would turn her life into chaos, make her addicted to the pain and hold her heart in his hands, breaking it and putting it back together over and over again until she's had enough. • • • The second he lays his eyes on her, Callum Rivera's world is turned upside down and he's made his mind up. She's his. He feeds off of the tears she cries, loves the pain all over her face when he hurts her over and over again, whether it's purposefully or not. As time passes and feelings evolve, soon enough the tears falling out of her eyes no longer give him pleasure, only pain and all he wants is for her to be happy, as long as she's with him. • • • The universe is sending challenge after challenge to these two individuals who want nothing but each other. Will they get past these secrets, lies, toxicity and pain? Or will one of them give up? - - - - -

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬." 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. "𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆." _______________________________________ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧.