Under Wraps

Under Wraps

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 25, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
This story involves Arina Slovenian, a writer who suffers from sexual, physical and emotional trauma due to her horrendous home and school life, leading her to leave her home, moving to South Africa, Cape Town, as soon as she reached 18 to pursue her dream of becoming a writer at a prestigious college on a scholarship. One day she goes to a bar to meet her friend, only to meet eyes with Erin Miller, a bar tender who is secretly a mafia boss controlling all criminals and is responsible for the deaths going p HBO They will connect almost instantly and now the question is, will Erin keep her secret whilst protecting Arina? ___________________________________________________ "No one has ever treated me right" Arina said, tears forming in her eyes. "Then let me." Erin raised her hand to wipe a fallen tear off her face. "Please?"
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Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

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