-=The Contract With The Mafia Boss=-
- Reads 215
- Stimmen 6
- Teile 2
"You can't do that!" I shout at him.
"Oh?" He smirked. "But I already did~."
He came closer, lifting my chin up to meet those Blue glowing orbs.
"But, you do need to choose, Live or Die."
I trembled. His Aura, was too strong...
"You're a monster." I growled at him.
"And you're my prey." He said, his eyes never leaving mine.
What mess have i gone to now?
"All you have to do is sign it."
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
#998
mafiaboss
Werde Teil der größten Geschichtenerzähler-CommunityErhalte personalisierte Geschichtenempfehlungen, speichere deine Favoriten in deiner Bibliothek und kommentiere und stimme ab, um deine Community zu vergrößern.
Vielleicht gefällt dir auch
KINGDOM OF SECRETS
"Look at me", he said in his dark voice and I looked into his stormy grey eyes. He closed the distance between us in one swift movement, his hand coming up to cup my face gently, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. And then, before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and consuming. It wasn't gentle or tentative. No, this kiss claimed me, staked a burning mark on my soul. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I didn't understand, and yet, something inside me responded. It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body acting on instinct alone. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard, the air between us thick with unspoken words. His grey eyes bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as he whispered against my lips, "You are mine malyshka and no one can take you away from me." Growing up in the familia I knew all about duty and honor and for some time of my life I thought that my future was going to be based on these two virtues itself. Until a man barged his way and changed the very meaning of it all. My name is Maya Bianchi, the granddaughter of the consigliere of the Italian mafia, and this is my story.
Dante
His eyes narrowed at me, looking me up from head to toe in a slow almost seductive manner. I tried my best not to shudder from the intensity in his glassy blue orbs. I watched as he slowly licked his lips, curving them into a sly smile. "Mr Villanueva," I gasped as his hands slithered to my thigh. His skin was warm next to mine. I held onto the moan at the back of my throat. "I thought we agreed on what you would call me," his rich voice sent shivers down my back. "I-" my sentence turned into a low moan as he began drawing small circles on my skin. "What is my name?" He asked in a growl. "Dante." WARNING: This book contains depictions of violence and/or murder that may be upsetting to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised. Highest Ranking: #1 in dante || 05.09.23 #1 in seanopry || 04.07.23 #9 in dangerouslove || 03.13.23 STARTED: Nov. 19, 2022 COMPLETED: N/AAbgeschlossen
Deep Desires : Miss Mafia
**** Mature content**** "You wanna know why I'm angry?" He said in between the kisses. "Because of you" He said as he continued and my body tensed and shivered. "Every time I think I have control over myself and decide to leave this place... to leave ... you. I stop and walk back like a puppy" He said turning me around now. "Every time I meet someone, I compare them to you. Every fucking time I remind myself that you're an enemy, I want you even more" he said and I knew that this was one of the hardest thing for him to do. He and neither I like to talk about how we are feeling or face reality. Yet he still did it. "What the fuck are you doing to me Mia Bella?" He whispered with his forehead on mine and our lips inches apart. "Kiss me" I replied • • • Mafia, drugs, weapons, and all the dangerous and abnormal you can think of is what Alexandra Salvatore has to deal with on daily basis. But will that stop her from having the most rare yet desired & powerful thing in this world? Will it stop her from finding love? An action/romance story based on imaginations and imaginations only, don't try any of this shit cause you'll die. No but seriously don't go around throwing knifes, shooting people and drinking JackDaniels every day. ------------------ Please note that this story has: • Strong language • Violence • Mature themes If for some reason it bothers you, just click away. It's simple, I promise. For the rest of you lovely people HELLO AND WELCOME FEEL FREE TO BRING PIZZA. Oh yeah for you grammar freaks I'm from Sweden so there might probably will be some grammar/spelling mistakes. Just feel free to correct me if you're that kind or JUST IGNORE IT. Nothing will happen to you if you do.. I promise. The story is complete! RANKINGS #1 in love (2018-07-02) #1 in crimefiction (2018-07-02) #1 in romance (2018-07-02) #1 in guns (2019-06-23) #1 in weapons (2019-06-16)Abgeschlossen
Cold Heart (Interracial)
He pulled me closer to him as my breath hitched in my throat. His looks could kill anyone who got near him. He pressed his lips next to my ear. "I don't care anything about you.... You saw what you saw and you can't leave" He pulled away from me, walking out the kitchen, leaving me in here. I think they were right, he does have a cold heart....Abgeschlossen
"Look at me", he said in his dark voice and I looked into his stormy grey eyes. He closed the distance between us in one swift movement, his hand coming up to cup my face gently, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. And then, before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and consuming. It wasn't gentle or tentative. No, this kiss claimed me, staked a burning mark on my soul. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I didn't understand, and yet, something inside me responded. It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body acting on instinct alone. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard, the air between us thick with unspoken words. His grey eyes bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as he whispered against my lips, "You are mine malyshka and no one can take you away from me." Growing up in the familia I knew all about duty and honor and for some time of my life I thought that my future was going to be based on these two virtues itself. Until a man barged his way and changed the very meaning of it all. My name is Maya Bianchi, the granddaughter of the consigliere of the Italian mafia, and this is my story.
Mehr DetailsInhaltsrichtlinien