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"value. do you know what value is my love..? do you believe that your valuable to me...? or are you dispenseable? what more do you have to offer me than your body or is being a whole your only trait?.."Todos los derechos reservados

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Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology' Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything. We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her. Every moment of pain I caused haunts me. I wish we'd done things differently, without all the suffering, without leaving everything in ruins. I'd give anything to have her back, but it's too late. She died believing we didn't love her, and that loss left a wound that nothing can ever heal. "Hello, I'm Alessio Bianchi... I'd give anything to have her back, even if it's just in my dreams." Five years ago, my heart was shattered by the very people I once called family. Betrayed and left with nothing, I fled to New York-broken, broke, and stripped of any sense of self-worth. But the thing about hitting rock bottom is, there's nowhere to go but up. Now, I own a multi-billion dollar empire, built from the ground up with my own hands. I'm happy, stronger than ever, and exactly where I want to be. The funniest part? They think I'm dead. "Hey, I'm Valentina Sorrentino... you had your shot-now it's my turn." Is five years too long to rekindle a love that shattered your heart?

The Queen and Her King de DeepuVishwkarma

"You want me don't you" after saying that she just come close to me and bite my earlobes which made me shiver and her hands slowly tangled with my hair and she lift my head grabbing my hair and our eyes met from which I can see my reflection in her eyes. Anger is blowing inside me but i have to play nice if i don't want to reveal my true identity and I can't let it happen she is a normal girl. "Say it if you want me, beg me The King of Italian Mafia or I say the becoming King" as those words utter from her mouth my heart skipped a beat and now i realise it was her game and i got played but the point is how does she knows about mafia and how she know that I am a King. "Who are you?" I asked her with surprise tone in my voice. Now it's my time to take action and no more need play her model so I yanked her away and grab her by her throat. __________________________________________________ "Want to know who is she and how she knows about the mafia and all so read the book" *TWO CHAPTERS IN A WEEK* #queenbysoul #hatetoloverelationship #dominantfemale #indiangirl

My Racist(completed)..undergoing some editing de J_largarday

I was ruthless and she was was wrecked by her past. I never thought twice of anything but I did of her. I wanted her but she was too scared to need me or was it the other way around? A hunger, so deep-engrossing me like madness....I could almost call that feeling love but would she ever love me? There's only one thing for sure. Its either I have her or loose me but what will staying me be without her? My life,my story,my tale. This was how I learnt to love.

....I could feel his breath on my neck.. "My work is to give others pleasure.." I managed to say between heavy breathes.. " Its okay kitty.. But who pleasures you.." His fingers were now on my lacey lingerie brushing against my waist..... *************************************** Camille Daniels is the true definition of rage. Her past eats her up making her present dark. Only her anger and a bit of passion drives her around. She is her own boss one thing that's clear is that she is independent. No one orders her nor does she take orders from. Inside her is a lustful thirst that has never been quenched. She never lets anyone close to her thus her thirst always persues. Damon Rossi, the most feared Mafia Don, reaks off power. He is ruthless, merciless, the most feared man with the worst anger and rage issues. He protects his family with his all. Although he is ruthless he values them and his power in the Mafia world. His orders are never disobeyed or messed around with. He always gets what he wants. He wants HER... Will he be able to control this beautiful spitfire?? What about their lust??? What happens when these two souls cross paths. Can rage and rage find..A spark??.. Or is it just a wave full of disaster..

"Love has this aura of being beautiful. Passion. Precious... But in reality, sometimes it hinders you. Confuse you. Blind you..." This may 'Not' be a traditional mafia/cartel read but it does get spicy. 🥵 So stick around and trust the process!!! WARNING: THIS STORY IS 18+ AND CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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Concealed with Obsession de writingsbymelek

~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~ Lies. Lies. Lies. And a little more lies. And what did I get in return? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ The one and only girl I craved. Whose mere presence would drive me insane. But shhh!! She doesn't need to know any of my lies. She doesn't need to know who I actually am. Nothing. She is my wife now. Stuck. Forever. Concealed with my Obsession. (Short story)

Deception (Urban Fiction) de beautifullychy

Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

His voice was a low, velvety murmur, laced with a dangerous intensity as he leaned closer, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "You don't understand, do you?" he began, his tone equal parts menace and longing. "You're not just a woman to me, Rose. You're the woman-the only one who's ever mattered. I want to own every part of you, body and soul. To love you so deeply, so fiercely, that there's no room left in this world for anyone else." He exhaled slowly, his lips curling into a dark smile. "You're my beauty, Rose. The light I'll protect with my darkness. And if it means becoming the beast to keep you, so be it. I'll claim you as mine in every way that matters, because losing you? That's not an option. Not now, not ever." Trigger Warning : Toxic , force , madness , manipulation , controlling Starting : Jan 19 , 2025 End : Mar 31 , 2025

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Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology' Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything. We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her. Every moment of pain I caused haunts me. I wish we'd done things differently, without all the suffering, without leaving everything in ruins. I'd give anything to have her back, but it's too late. She died believing we didn't love her, and that loss left a wound that nothing can ever heal. "Hello, I'm Alessio Bianchi... I'd give anything to have her back, even if it's just in my dreams." Five years ago, my heart was shattered by the very people I once called family. Betrayed and left with nothing, I fled to New York-broken, broke, and stripped of any sense of self-worth. But the thing about hitting rock bottom is, there's nowhere to go but up. Now, I own a multi-billion dollar empire, built from the ground up with my own hands. I'm happy, stronger than ever, and exactly where I want to be. The funniest part? They think I'm dead. "Hey, I'm Valentina Sorrentino... you had your shot-now it's my turn." Is five years too long to rekindle a love that shattered your heart?

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