Story cover for 「 🌙 」自殺した機械 by FOP-DOODLE
「 🌙 」自殺した機械
  • WpView
    Reads 14,511
  • WpVote
    Votes 1,358
  • WpPart
    Parts 200
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 30m
  • WpView
    Reads 14,511
  • WpVote
    Votes 1,358
  • WpPart
    Parts 200
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 30m
Complete, First published May 29, 2018
➳  ⚔┇2nd s/mb book
➯ man i would be the one whos going to record that shit while masturbating and listening to i beat my dick
All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
Sign up to add 「 🌙 」自殺した機械 to your library and receive updates
or
#12messageboard
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Property Of Vittore Martinelli ✓ by NVMelissa13
89 parts Complete
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.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 20
Leah's Writer's Room cover
a thousand butterflies / wlw cover
Bulletproof (#1) ✔ cover
I Was Never Yours cover
My Fake Boyfriend cover
the space between us / wlw cover
The Prodigy | ✔︎ cover
Wed or Dead cover
𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐒 cover
Born Moretti  cover
When POWER meet PATIENCE ❤️‍🔥 cover
Miraal: A Light in the Shadows cover
Community Happenings cover
cleanin' out my closet cover
my thoughts cover
The Beast cover
Property Of Vittore Martinelli ✓ cover
The Player Next Door  ✓ cover
Wednesday |Male!Merlina x F!Reader| cover
Knowing Xavier Hunt ✓ cover

Leah's Writer's Room

14 parts Ongoing

Want to ask me questions? See my behind the scenes? Even see my upcoming story sneak peeks? There's even something better-talking to me about anything you want!