Silent mafia Princess
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Última publicación jue, ago 22, 2024
He once looked at you innocently, but now he can only look at you as if he wanted to devour you. He's never wanted someone as much as he wants you, his demi-human.
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𝐁𝐞𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 | 18+
𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. ★★★★ They say trust is the foundation of love. But what happens when the foundation 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 begins to crack? This isn't a story of villains and saints, it's the story of two people who learned that sometimes, the only way to survive is to destroy the one who could save you. He taught her that promises mean nothing without power. She taught him that control means nothing without loyalty. Together, they blur every line between devotion and deceit. Because when trust turns into temptation, and love turns into leverage, someone always ends up on their 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔. She hides her pain behind silence. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔. She wants to believe him. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆.
Tainted
I'm stuck. Nowhere to go, no way out. I just have to sit here and hope whoever I get sold off to is going to at least give me some freedom. Though I highly doubt it. The way things are going for me here anyway, it's not like I have any hope at surviving, let alone living. Whoever get's me is probably going to be worse than here and I can not stop it. Can I?Concluida![[MC #4] Mafia's Angel](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/341446114-256-k628321.jpg)
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𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? None 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.
"They say love is supposed to be pure. Gentle. A feeling that lifts you up, that makes you whole. But love, for me, has always been something darker-an obsession a hunger that never fades. I see her in my dreams, hear her voice in my head, feel her presence even when she isn't there. I don't just love her. I need her. And I'll have her, no matter what it takes." • • • • •
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