UNDER THE RAIN
- Reads 26
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
You may also like
Beneath the silent sky
No one knows her name. No one dares ask. They only speak of the eyes-two different colors, rare and chilling. A mark of death. Of vengeance. A whisper in the underworld: "She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't feel." She walks alone through Moscow's back alleys, blood on her boots, the faintest scent of smoke trailing her long black coat. She'd slit a man's throat two minutes ago. Didn't blink. Didn't speak. Just turned and vanished. She's nineteen. But the world thinks she's a myth. And maybe she is. Maybe something broke inside her when she was five years old. When the Russians took her. When they burned her home into memory and carved out the little girl who used to sing lullabies on her grandfather's lap. Now? Now she dreams in flashes. A golden sun. A woman's perfume. Laughter in Italian. Five shadows taller than her, arms wide open. Names, always at the edge of her tongue-but never there. She remembers their faces. And she remembers the man who stole her life. Viktor Ovalov. The Russian leader. The man who turned her into a weapon. He doesn't know she's coming. But she'll show him. She'll make him bleed for every scar he left on her skin. For every scream he buried in her throat. She presses a gloved hand to the glass window of an abandoned apartment. Her reflection stares back-impossibly beautiful, heartbreakingly cold. Eyes covered with dull brown lenses. She's ashamed of what makes her different. Even now, she hides the heterochromia behind colored contacts. Just one more mask to wear. But behind those eyes, behind the silence-she remembers. This isn't a story of sunshine and fairytales. Not a story where she just 'heals' and gets her sunshine personality back. No this is a story where she learns to live again and not just exist or survive. This isn't about healing, it's about living again, revenge and living through your pain. Tw:bittersweet ending Pictures are not mine. So the credit goes to their respective owners.
The Strip Game
*You are mine and the world will know it.* She was supposed to be just a stripper, right? But then why did his heart skip a beat when she sat on his lap and pulled him down, gripping his tie? He was a mafia king. Everyone was scared of him, feared him. But this woman was different. She walked to him and sat on his lap, fearless-or maybe just foolish. When he looked into her eyes, his heart skipped a beat again. Those ocean-blue eyes looked beautiful but too hard to read. Suddenly, he wanted to drown in them. In that moment, he knew she was his uncharted territory, and he was going to make every man regret trying to touch her ever again. But it wasn't always easy, and he knew it. She was fire, and he could get burned. But he was obsessed with her, and he would make her his.![Heart of Ruin - Stone and Fire #3 [17+]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/382983862-256-k806002.jpg)
Heart of Ruin - Stone and Fire #3 [17+]
They tell me love is a pretty lie. A cruel deception. I wouldn't know-I've never been given the chance to believe in it. A daughter of the Cosa Nostra, passed from one husband to the next like a prized possession, I have learned one thing: a woman's value is measured in obedience. But then I come back, and he's there. Enzo Mancini. Silent. Ruthless. Untouchable. Except... I have touched him. Once, before the lies. Before the fire. Before he left me with nothing but ghosts of a boy who used to stare at me like I was his only sin. Now, he looks at me like I'm his reckoning. Like he's been starving. Like he'll ruin me all over again. The worst part? I want him to. Enzo Mancini She was never supposed to know the truth of that night. The blood on my hands. The fact that I let her believe I was the monster. I told myself I could let her go. That I could watch her slip through my fingers, fall into the hands of men who never deserved her. And I did. She doesn't know what I've done for her. How many bodies I've buried. How many sins I've committed in her name. She's everything I should stay away from. Soft where I am hard. Chaos where I am order. A temptation so dangerous, it should be a death sentence. But I can't stop. I can't stop watching her, wanting her, losing sleep over the way she lingers like a curse in the nightmares she inhabits. She calls me heartless, and like everyone, I let her believe it. She doesn't know that every step she takes away from me is another step toward a man who won't live long enough to touch what's mine. I saved her from the fire long ago, the same one I caused. And now, the flames are swallowing me whole. 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*
Lorenzo ✔️Mafia Series: 1
(THIS WAS MY FIRST BOOK!!, it may not be what you like and that doesn't matter to me because it was long ago, ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOY) ALSO ITS NOT EDITED BECAUSE I CANT BE BOTHERED:( ALSO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THATS FINE I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID WRITING A BOOK 😂😂. Some call me bad Some call me unlucky Some scream and cry in fear when they see me But I smile because their fear gives me power And have strength over them • He is ruthless He doesn't care what people think He hates everyone Everyone fears him She's beautiful She's sweet, kind She is kind to everyone Everyone loves her But on the inside no one knows her secret, she's broken Her life is like a challenge that gets harder and harder • • He has a wall around his heart Her heart is broken He found her at first he didn't care She saw him She thought he was beautiful and the most handsome man shes ever seen, but little did she know...... That he was the most feared man in the state, until she finds out about him, we will see what happens then...Complete
BLOODLINE
hello everyone this is my first story please support my stories. I like to write stories. please enjoy. this is my own work. photos are not mine. enjoy ladies ❤️Complete
ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED A MAFIA BOSS
you are the most gorgeous in the world .... your my damn girl who i fall inlove so much... your my life... your my home... and you are mine.. only mine honey..Complete
No one knows her name. No one dares ask. They only speak of the eyes-two different colors, rare and chilling. A mark of death. Of vengeance. A whisper in the underworld: "She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't feel." She walks alone through Moscow's back alleys, blood on her boots, the faintest scent of smoke trailing her long black coat. She'd slit a man's throat two minutes ago. Didn't blink. Didn't speak. Just turned and vanished. She's nineteen. But the world thinks she's a myth. And maybe she is. Maybe something broke inside her when she was five years old. When the Russians took her. When they burned her home into memory and carved out the little girl who used to sing lullabies on her grandfather's lap. Now? Now she dreams in flashes. A golden sun. A woman's perfume. Laughter in Italian. Five shadows taller than her, arms wide open. Names, always at the edge of her tongue-but never there. She remembers their faces. And she remembers the man who stole her life. Viktor Ovalov. The Russian leader. The man who turned her into a weapon. He doesn't know she's coming. But she'll show him. She'll make him bleed for every scar he left on her skin. For every scream he buried in her throat. She presses a gloved hand to the glass window of an abandoned apartment. Her reflection stares back-impossibly beautiful, heartbreakingly cold. Eyes covered with dull brown lenses. She's ashamed of what makes her different. Even now, she hides the heterochromia behind colored contacts. Just one more mask to wear. But behind those eyes, behind the silence-she remembers. This isn't a story of sunshine and fairytales. Not a story where she just 'heals' and gets her sunshine personality back. No this is a story where she learns to live again and not just exist or survive. This isn't about healing, it's about living again, revenge and living through your pain. Tw:bittersweet ending Pictures are not mine. So the credit goes to their respective owners.
More details