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Slow Poison
[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.Concluída
She's back and she's bad
Winter Del Rosá was always bullied and abused at school by her peers and looked down on It wasn't until her bestfriend ditched her to become apart of the plastics and popular kids of WestHill High and restarts to bully her using her father and others from her past to her advantage When she finally breaks she moves away only to return and finish off senior year Coming back is a changed Winter Del Rosá a stone cold female with no care for anyone unless she's close to them With her new attitude and figure, what happens when she attracts the bad boy who is rising to take his fathers place as the new mafia kingConcluída
My Mafia Man ✔️COMPLETED✔️
When Elsa Jones, a collage student with a normal life becomes friends with the new girl Elena Giovanni who happens to be the daughter of a Mafia leader. What will happen when they become best friends and Elsa finds out Elena has a brother that happens to be the one and only Jack Giovanni the most feared Mafia Leader in the whole world after his father? Elsa knows it's love at first sight and deep down she knows that she will be the light in his darkness. . . . ⚠WARNING⚠ ........................... Within this story there's mature themes, strong languages, violence and smut. . I hope you like it! Love you all. [Started 21.09.2021]Concluída
Beneath the silent sky
No one knows her name. No one dares ask. They only speak of the eyes-two different colors, rare and chilling. A mark of death. Of vengeance. A whisper in the underworld: "She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't feel." She walks alone through Moscow's back alleys, blood on her boots, the faintest scent of smoke trailing her long black coat. She'd slit a man's throat two minutes ago. Didn't blink. Didn't speak. Just turned and vanished. She's nineteen. But the world thinks she's a myth. And maybe she is. Maybe something broke inside her when she was five years old. When the Russians took her. When they burned her home into memory and carved out the little girl who used to sing lullabies on her grandfather's lap. Now? Now she dreams in flashes. A golden sun. A woman's perfume. Laughter in Italian. Five shadows taller than her, arms wide open. Names, always at the edge of her tongue-but never there. She remembers their faces. And she remembers the man who stole her life. Viktor Ovalov. The Russian leader. The man who turned her into a weapon. He doesn't know she's coming. But she'll show him. She'll make him bleed for every scar he left on her skin. For every scream he buried in her throat. She presses a gloved hand to the glass window of an abandoned apartment. Her reflection stares back-impossibly beautiful, heartbreakingly cold. Eyes covered with dull brown lenses. She's ashamed of what makes her different. Even now, she hides the heterochromia behind colored contacts. Just one more mask to wear. But behind those eyes, behind the silence-she remembers. This isn't a story of sunshine and fairytales. Not a story where she just 'heals' and gets her sunshine personality back. No this is a story where she learns to live again and not just exist or survive. This isn't about healing, it's about living again, revenge and living through your pain. Tw:bittersweet ending Pictures are not mine. So the credit goes to their respective owners.Concluída
Crown Of Shadows
He is cold, calculated, and feared by all. She is reckless, wild, and impossible to tame. Nikolai Agapov was built from blood and brutality-the most ruthless name whispered in both the Italian and Russian underworlds. His world runs on control, silence, and obedience. Everyone bows to him. Everyone fears him. Valentina Cano is the opposite. She thrives on chaos, laughter, and rebellion, forever chasing freedom in a world that constantly tries to cage her. With her sharp wit and dangerous beauty, she's everything Nikolai has no patience for-loud, unrestrained, untouchable. They despise each other. They challenge each other. They burn every time they collide. But when circumstances force them together, their clashing worlds become a dangerous game of power and temptation. She refuses to be broken. He refuses to lose control. And somewhere between the hatred, the reckless defiance, and the brutal truths, lies a pull neither of them can escape. Enemies. Opposites. A fire that could destroy them both- or forge something even darker.Concluída
Blood and Sweaters
"Don't get too close it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide, " she said. "Come closer. There's hell inside of me. It's where your demons can live, " he replied. ~~~ Aria Toretto. Prudent. Heartless. Beautiful. Lethal. Ransom Drysdale. Entitled. Spoilt. Cunning. Ruthless. The one thing that these two have in common is Marta Cabrera. Aria had lost her entire family to the Cabreras. Ransom had lost his money and his name. Both were hot for revenge. And as the age-old saying goes an enemy of an enemy is a friend. In this game of hate, revenge, and bloodshed. Will cold hearts melt? Will they find something more out of this newly formed partnership? Or will old habits prevail?Concluída
[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.
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