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  • MGA BUMASA 1,214
  • Mga Boto 17
  • Mga Parte 4
  • Oras 15m
Ongoing, Unang na-publish Dec 06, 2011
Oct.10 9:30 pm 
My name is Anastasia. At the moment, I am lying on the floor screaming in sheer agony. Icy cold heat shot up my leg, causing yet another shriek. The wooden shoes on my feet were ruined I knew from the bright red liquid pouring from them
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My Soft Boy ni zozoisdead
18 Parte Ongoing Mature
Valentina Anastasia Adamovich is no ordinary woman. The daughter of a feared Russian mafia kingpin, she inherited a legacy soaked in blood. Now, as the first female to ever command an army of ruthless, unpredictable men and women, she is a force to be reckoned with. Trained from birth to be a killing machine, she has the blood of a thousand lives on her hands. But the question remains: Can she carry out her next mission-or will her deadly instincts fail her? Dante Azzaro, the indomitable leader of the Italian mafia, is a man whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it. Cold, calculating, and with one of the most powerful syndicates in the world at his disposal, Dante is a ruthless killer. When a striking woman-Valentina herself-suddenly crosses his path, even he is taken aback. But what happens when a deadly collision between them is inevitable? Not even he knows. When the Italian mafia finds itself compromised by a series of stolen shipments, Dante faces an impossible choice: ally with the Russians, or risk everything for revenge. Will he bend, or will he break? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She aims her gun at me in an instant, and the men in the room draw their weapons, all pointing at her. She grabs the file, and turns her back on me, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she heads toward the door. I watch her walk away, her hips swaying like she's too damn comfortable in a place she shouldn't even be. I want to feel anger and irritation, but what I feel instead is something more dangerous something that I'm not ready to name. I've dealt with stubborn people before, but Valentina, she's a different breed. "Valentina," I call, keeping my voice controlled, like I'm not about to lose my mind over the mess I'm in. She doesn't stop. I didn't expect her to. She's too damn proud. I keep my eyes on her, feeling the weight of the gun still strapped to my side. She doesn't know it, but I'm always three steps ahead. Always. MATURE CONTENT 18+
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12 Parte Ongoing Mature
"Running from me already, little one?" The voice was a whisper against my skin, dark and knowing. I turned too fast. Too desperate. He was closer than I expected-tall, lean muscle wrapped in black silk. Whiskey-colored eyes traced my lips, my throat. Slow. Unrelenting. "Do I feel familiar?" I swallowed hard. "No." He smirked. "Liar." His fingers brushed my wrist, and a current shot through me. My breath hitched. My body knew him. Even if my mind refused to. But that was impossible... wasn't it? - Kathryn Laurent came to Paris for a fresh start. What she found was something else entirely-something dark, intoxicating, inescapable. The dreams started first. A man with burning whiskey eyes. A touch that ignited and destroyed in equal measure. A voice that echoed in her bones. In those dreams, he ruined her-slowly, relentlessly-until she woke trembling, her body marked by something that should not be real. Then she saw him. Flesh and blood. Real. A star. A shadow. A presence that bent the world around him. He watches her like he knows every inch of her body. Like he's had her before and intends to again. But Kate doesn't remember him. And he? He has spent centuries remembering her. The past is tangled in the present, passion twisted with possession, love with vengeance. He is both her salvation and her downfall. The man who haunts her dreams and now, her reality. And when he finally touches her, there will be no waking up from it. Some loves are written in the stars. Some are written in blood. And some were never meant to be forgotten. - Tropes & Themes : ★ Dark, seductive romance ★ Fated lovers, past-life obsession ★ Mysterious, brooding hero with a sinful touch ★ Tension so thick it lingers like a ghost ★ Paris-luxury, shadows, and whispered temptation ★ Dreams that leave evidence behind ★ Mature, explicit smut-raw, consuming, inevitable ★ A love too powerful to stay buried ★ The line between fate and possession 18+
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After a horrible accident, Christian was in need of a good physical therapist. Paralyzed from the waist down, he was beginning to resent and hate the world around him. But luckily someone from his past has appeared to get him back on his feet. Will she succeed? Well, let us find out. Shall we?