Heart Shaped Bullets
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It wasn't supposed to go this far, but it was already over before it even began.
5 years ago, Aleah Sterling was presented with a pivotal choice: sacrifice herself to save her parents or sacrifice her parents to save herself.
Fate lied in her hands and fate opted for the decision that would cause her the most misery; the murder of her parents.
Now, as a 19-year-old assassin, death and murder is a normal occurrence, and not a day goes by that it isn't. It's up to her to decide whether justice is adequate to satisfy her sinful actions, or if revenge is only worthwhile when executed coldly.
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βViolet tell me to stop and I will β the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" α₯ ππππππ needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. ππππ understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. ππππ πππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ β¦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passionComplete
Heart of Revenge|| 18+
||β’ Vansh Sinha, known far and wide as the Icy King of the underworld, was a name that sent shivers down the spines of both friends and foes alike. He had forged an empire of fear and respect, his cruelties whispered in dark corners and his ruthlessness etched in the scars of those who dared defy him. His psychopathic tendencies manifested in a lack of empathy, a sadistic streak, and an insatiable appetite for power and control. He collected souls like trophies, each broken spirit a testament to his dominance. β’ || || β’ Avaira Jindal, the iron fist in her father's velvet glove, was a force to be reckoned with in the underworld. With her sharp mind, unyielding spirit, and a tongue as barbed as it was beautiful.By day, she wore the mantle of the Mafia princess, overseeing her father's empire with an iron hand and a calculating gaze. But by night, beneath the tough exterior and the walls she had built around her heart, Avaira longed for something more - something soft, something warm, something loving. The girl who secretly devoured romance novels, the young woman who dreamed of finding her Prince Charming, the soul who yearned for a love that would make her feel safe and cherished. β’|| ~β’What will happen When a Demon & a girl dressed like Demon Will come together for revenge ? ~β’
Dusk
**MATURE CONTENT & COMPLETED** A smart-mouthed 25 year old girl looks normal, yet is anything but that. She's a highly skilled hunter who trained day and night to live up to her legacy. Her parents were open in revealing her destiny of being born into a long line of vampire hunters. Except she doesn't follow all of the Hunter traditions as she wants to pave her own way. Finally, when she is of age to go on assignments alone, she takes her first big assignment. It has the ability to change every aspect of her life and even makes her question her beliefs: one of which being that love does not exist. Not only does this assignment make her re-evaluate everything she's ever known, the vampires her family has taught her to avoid at all costs somehow manage to become her biggest threat. Their only two purposes are to find the right time to strike and kill the very thing that threatens their way of life: her. All the while battling real-life demons... she struggles with her own.Complete
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With his thumb, he brushed a tear off my cheek. "I want to make a few things clear Astrid." His lips brush mine with each word. "Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies." He pauses, his eyes trailing down my body. "Tell me I can't touch you..." he forces my back against the wall, the warmth of his chest feeling forbidden to me as I melt into his touch, "and I fucking die." When this section is used in the book twisted lies is quoted btw β οΈ ~ Explanation: Astrid, a young woman is thrust into an arranged marriage with a ruthless Mafia leader. Tasked with the unimaginable mission of seducing him then killing him in cold blood, she finds herself drawn to his dark and dangerous world. As her feelings for him begin to grow, she is torn between loyalty to her father and the intoxicating pull of forbidden love. Will she choose to stay by his side, or will she betray him to save herself? There's only one way to find out...Complete
Betrayed By My Own
"The sight has my insides twist in a tight knot. His jet black hair that touches his shoulder, his defined abs and chest bulging through his shirt, his all too glorious tattoo. And his well shaved beards. I have no fears, I have no limits and I certainly don't have any excuses. I am going to be the death of the Almighty Jay Black. I start pacing the room as I begin to device my plan..." Jemima Luciana Valerian is a cold blooded teenager. But you really can't blame her, can you? She was raped at a tender age of twelve by her own father, scorned by her only sister and finally sold to a mafia gang that kills and sells body part by her own mother.... Now at eighteen, she's a trained assassin and the only thing keeping her going is revenge. But plans changed as she comes across the most feared Mafia. What will happen if the most feared assassin and most revered Mafia go head to head? Will it be the beginning of new feelings or the end of past feelings? Find out in Betrayed By My Own This is a book filled with so much anger, hatred, revenge, lust, desire and so much more. It contains explicit language and very matured scenes. If you're reading this, you're doing so solely at your own risk This work is solely a work of art and fiction, it is not intended or aimed at degrading any beliefs or culture. All events and places are totally fictional. NOTE: THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL TO 'FADE TO BLACK'. IT CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE. THANK YOU AND SEAT BACK AND RELAX AS I TAKE YOU ON AN ADVENTUREComplete
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βViolet tell me to stop and I will β the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" α₯ ππππππ needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. ππππ understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. ππππ πππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ β¦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion
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