Forbidden Fruits | ✔

Forbidden Fruits | ✔

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Fiction
Romance
Enemies to Lovers
Slow Burn
Opposites Attract
Angels and demons have clashed since the beginning of time, and Mavis Whitehall knows this. As the quintessential firstborn princess of the Angelic Empire, she (like her family) is considered the epitome of perfection. But it's not until the day of the Angelic Crowning Ceremony, that the image seems much more difficult to maintain. There's always a chance demons could ruin this event. They've never missed an opportunity to fuck with them for the fun of it, so no one's putting it past them to ignore a day like this, despite them having never disrupted a crowning ceremony before. Until now. When chaos ensues at the ceremony, the Blazehell family kidnaps her sister Molly. Her fear of demons almost stops her from going after her, but the time wasted by her family's lack of action is what drives her to go. Things escalate when she ends up in a dire situation, forcing her to accept Angelo Blazehell's help. Mavis hates this, refusing to cross paths with Angelo again... so why they keep running into each other is beyond her. She can't get distracted. But she doesn't know the first thing about how to be discreet in enemy territory-and Molly's probably somewhere in the Blazehell abode anyway, so she should keep him around, right? Angelo doesn't seem to mind either, but that could have more to do with the fact that he's only sticking around for his own selfish reasons. However, the more they spend time together, the more they seem to forget what hatred means. The choice to follow what they're taught to do instead of what they want to do is suffocating, but their internal conflict about each other isn't the only thing that'll reveal itself. As they navigate the new challenges bringing them outside their comfort zones, will they be able to handle the ugly truths that bubble to the surface when they least expect them to? And most importantly... will that keep them from going after what they want most?
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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