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I just want to be Alone...With you! - ENG

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Nobody has known for sure if La Divina has ever really known "The most sexy angel in Europe". Just a question to wake up a distant memory of their first meeting to Greta. She will never forget the feelings that Marlene made her feel but confirm that they know each other would mean betraying herself.

(Be Kind, it's my first FF, of course it isn't strictly historical bcause I need to adapt it to my story. I'll do it in more chapters. Let me know what you think!"All Rights Reserved

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Being His ROSABELLE by sooverlife

Rosabelle Hlulani, South African born girl, has the worst fortune in the history of worst fortunes. Demitri Ivanov, Russian born man, had a deep dark secret, he's often referred to as the devil. What happens when Rosebelle finds out what Demitri's secret is? Will she run? Will she stay? ~~ His eyes flashed, and not like darkened, no. They turned... they turned red. What surprised me, was that I stayed, why? I don't know myself. One thing I do know is Mr Ivanov is strange. ~~ "Night Demmy." I said, yawning. "Don't let my friends hear you call me that." He said turning to look at me. He had his back to me. I could see his many tattoos. ~~ "Fucking leave this room." He said in a deep voice. I had yet to open my eyes. His morning voice is something else. "If I open my eyes and you're still here, I'm attending your funeral tomorrow." I heard some running and the door slamming. ~~ I pulled her towards the house after regaining composure. How the hell am I going to explain this? After I accused her of witchcraft. ~~ I glared at Sasha, he took the one person I wanted by my side to bare through to this torture. My jaw locked, my hand itched towards the knife on the table, close to my plate. I felt a warm hand on mine. ~~ "Baby mamas, no. Crazy exes, no. Ex-hook-ups and occasional fuck buddies, sure." He said, pausing in his work to address me properly. "So no children?" I asked him trying to be sure. ~~ I leaned forward to take it, but my ass rubbed into his hard cock. I grinded into him for a second longer, which made him grunt but it probably sounded like an angry grunt to the person on the line. ~~

Angel by nickyoregon

ANGEL He infuriated me ever since our first encounter. I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed. So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well. LUKAS She infuriated me since the first time I laid eyes in her. The angelic face with the most electric, shining eyes I've ever found myself looking at. It took every fiber in my body not to kill her while she ate my patience away, when holding her hostage in my basement. Months followed up, and my hate towards her reached a point with no control. After all, hate and love have the same rush of adrenaline. }{ Dark Angel, a skilled assassin, is hired to kill the same man the most dangerous, ruthless and cold Mafia mobster ever known, Lukas Moretti, is after. No one knows her true name, her true self. She lives by 'we born alone, we die alone', that's why she doesn't has any type of relationship with anyone, mostly since her sky fell upon her. She works alone, moves like a shadow that leaves her smooth mark in every path she's gone through. They call her ruthless, she prefers merciless. Quiet as a shadow, fast as light, smart as a tiger catching his prey, and delicate like a lief... Dark Angel isn't fragile like a flower, she's fragile like a bomb.

Lusting After Lucifer (18+) ☑ by Zondra_Allison

This is an erotic romance. Recommended 18+! Completed. Excerpt: His mouth was back on mine in an instant, the door behind us rattling loudly as he thrust against me. "Does the geriatric kiss you like this?" He mumbled against me as his teeth nipped at my already swollen lips. I pulled back once more, my heighted state of emotions, my anger taking over. "What if I said I don't want you?" A devilish grin took over as one of his hands slid along my thigh, under my skirt, his fingers tracing over the soft, damp material of my underwear. His mouth moved down to my neck, nipping at the juncture between my shoulder and neck. "I would call you a fucking liar." I tried to bite back the moan as his teeth skimmed my neck, before sinking in hard, his fingers pushing under the edge of my panties. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for me to stop him. I didn't want him to stop. One finger slid over my folds before pushing into my entrance, sinking in deep. He groaned in pleasure, his erection twitching against my core as his finger began to move. "I can feel just how much you want me." **** Lucian Vanderbrooke has been labeled many things in his lifetime. Bad boy, asshole, troublemaker, pornstar, the list goes on. He is nicknamed Lucifer for a reason. He gets who he wants, when he wants. Everything changes when he sets his sights on his twin sisters' best friend, his childhood friend who he has always had a love/hate relationship with. Abigail Davidson is a determined redheaded spitfire who doesn't take attitude from anyone. She has secretly been in love with her best friend's brother for her entire life, even though every sensible thought she has is telling her to hate the arrogant asshole. It is a love that she can't act on. A love that must remain hidden. That pact they made when they were 16, doesn't mean anything... right? Standalone spin off from the Distorted Windows Trilogy. Can be read on its own but it is recommended to read the others first.

Loving A Criminal (#3 FFAW) | ✓ by cheryl-is-not-here

#3 in Falling For A Womaniser Series. The book does not have to be read in order, but it may contain some spoilers for the other books. *** Miranda (Mel) Barone had always been a sucker for bad boys. It was until she met a Slade Kolosov who had rescued her, that she found a new definition of the term 'bad boy'. Recently moving into Chicago, Mel's world is turned upside down by the Russian Mobster. Ruling the Russian Mob in Chicago, everything is right in the world for Slade Kolosov. That is until a certain strawberry blonde took over his mind and thoughts. After rescuing her from a robbery, Slade is intrigued and drawn to her. Throw in rival gangs who are willing to do anything to take over the Underground word in Chicago, Mel's older brother who is the leader of the Italian Mafia, things would certainly get interesting. Could he convince her that loving a criminal isn't wrong and messed up as it seems? *** I bit lightly on my lower lip and approached slowly, "What are you doing?" "You didn't say if you preferred Miranda, Mel or Pepper." My jaw worked for a few moments before I finally replied, "Mel. I prefer Mel. How do you know that's my name or my car?" Slade remained silent before he responded, "I was waiting for you, Mel." My nickname rolled off his tongue sensually and I shivered involuntarily. I frowned at my reaction before pushing my hair back behind ear, "Seriously Slade. What do you want from me? Why can't you leave me be?" Slade got off my car and strode towards me before smirking down at me, "You got my attention sweetheart. I'm never going away." (CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, SOME VIOLENCE, AND A LITTLE SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.) Highest Ranking: #9 Romance 29/11/15 (one day, I'll edit this whole story!!)

Sub Rosa Ties ( A High School Dark Romance) by Averyaaaaaa

"Don't..." he rubbed my clit slowly, and I gasped, closing my eyes shut. "You ever think of talking about that damn blondie in front of me again," he dipped a finger into me slowly, and I squeezed my toes in my shoes. "Or think of seeing or getting stuck with him forever. It will never happen while I'm alive, Darlin Zera. Hmm?" He pulled out and shoved it in again, and I let out a silent cry. "We...are...in the library," I croaked, forcing my eyes to look at his. "You think I didn't know that? Huh?" He slowly drew his finger out before forcing it back in. I bit my bottom lips sharply and suppressed my moan. "Also, you will be a good girl for me and go to the teacher's office. Tell them you want me as a partner instead. " He pulled out, leaving half of his finger inside me before shoving it back in. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Zera Palmer is an ordinary, smart, and composed senior in Meadow High who finds herself juggling her studies with feeding her family by working part-time as a waitress. That was what everyone thought, including her mother. But Zera is aware that the "part-time work aspect as a waitress" is not true. She worked as a stripper at a club where she transformed into a completely different person each night. She had everything planned out, and her secret work was going smoothly. Getting caught was the last thing she wanted. However, a particular famous bad guy at her school, who had girls falling at his feet and would go to any length to get what he wanted, sees her and makes a deal with her in exchange for keeping her secret. I mean, it's just a deal? That was Zera thought, but the deal evolved into something neither of them expected. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ♥️) I update this story everyday so trust me, we will both enjoy this story together 😩 All images are from PINTEREST excluding the whatsapp messages screenshots.

Through Your Eyes✔️ by princesstreatment

{book three of the Gang love series} * "There's something about you," he said softly. "What do you mean?" "She doesn't trust people. I'm her brother and she still flinches away when I try to touch her but you, she has no problem with." he turned to look at me. "It's probably your eyes." "My eyes?" He nodded. He turned back to look at her. "Her mother had really blue eyes but she probably only subconsciously remembers. She probably feels safe with you because of your eyes." "Maybe." "Don't take this lightly. My sister is dangerous and powerful. Her trust is extremely valuable," he explained. "Her heart is very small and closed off to everyone. She might be letting you in, don't let that go to waste." I looked back at her. Her chest rose with every slow breath. She had an emotionless look on her face but I knew behind those closed eyelids were eyes that could tell a million stories. She was definitely a story I wanted to know. "I won't."* Patrick Turner, the second in command of the Kings gang, has always been good with women. He has a new woman in his bed almost every day of the week if he wants. That all changes when he meets her. He can't get her out of his head and all he wants is to get her off his mind. Karina Petrov, the Russian bratva Princess, has never cared for anyone. She kills without mercy, she tortures for fun, and above all she doesn't care for others. She is the most dangerous person in the world. She has never believed she will ever love someone, until him. She can't get him out of her head and she doesn't know why. © 2020 Princesstreatment ALL RIGHTS RESERVED First book-The Princess and the Devil Second book- Don't Mess with the Queen

Faithful by AlexandraNicoleC

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Spitfire | JTK by builtbybrokenbells

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The Rose & The Hat [Rose The Hat/Female Reader Oc] [Doctor Sleep] by _w_i_c_k_e_d_

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Being His ROSABELLE

Rosabelle Hlulani, South African born girl, has the worst fortune in the history of worst fortunes. Demitri Ivanov, Russian born man, had a deep dark secret, he's often referred to as the devil. What happens when Rosebelle finds out what Demitri's secret is? Will she run? Will she stay? His eyes flashed, and not like darkened, no. They turned... they turned red. What surprised me, was that I stayed, why? I don't know myself. One thing I do know is Mr Ivanov is strange. "Night Demmy." I said, yawning. "Don't let my friends hear you call me that." He said turning to look at me. He had his back to me. I could see his many tattoos. "Fucking leave this room." He said in a deep voice. I had yet to open my eyes. His morning voice is something else. "If I open my eyes and you're still here, I'm attending your funeral tomorrow." I heard some running and the door slamming. I pulled her towards the house after regaining composure. How the hell am I going to explain this? After I accused her of witchcraft. I glared at Sasha, he took the one person I wanted by my side to bare through to this torture. My jaw locked, my hand itched towards the knife on the table, close to my plate. I felt a warm hand on mine. "Baby mamas, no. Crazy exes, no. Ex-hook-ups and occasional fuck buddies, sure." He said, pausing in his work to address me properly. "So no children?" I asked him trying to be sure. I leaned forward to take it, but my ass rubbed into his hard cock. I grinded into him for a second longer, which made him grunt but it probably sounded like an angry grunt to the person on the line.