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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.Complete
Things that never came out.
Today i burnt a man alive. He wasn't dead yet. I can hear him screaming in pain from behind. As the fire consumed him. And after this, I may be called as heartless and a villian. But i believe... There's only two roles a woman like me fit into... Villian or victim. And i... Refuse to remain as victim. It's my life... I'll write according to me... Even if i have to write the merciless end of culprits. "Dedicated to those who chase the truth, even when it hides in the shadows. May your journey be as unpredictable as the tale within these pages." ・Revenge ・Remorse ・Retribution ☞・Mystery・Crime ・Thrill Rose met with an accident and lost her family. The only thing now she thinks about is REVENGE. The tragedy happens to her told us about that Regret is the worst punishment that can ever happen to anyone. The path she chooses leading her towards the Fire of vengeance. Note:- the images used in this book as cover and dedication image do not belong to me. Image source is pinterest And edited from Canva.Complete
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His Psychotic Girlfriend (DISCONTINUED)
They see me as a weak, shy and petite girl. They always judge me by my apearance. What they don't know that deep inside i'm the definition of death itself, so don't think about messing with me. They tried to take him away from me, and they ended up dead. So you better think twice before you try. Cause when I want revenge I get revenge, and I'll do everything to get what I want. So listen to my words. Take him from me.. I'll take your life from you.. Hurt him.. I will make you suffer.. Don't even think about messing with me.. Cause i'll make you suffer the consequences.. Let's play hide and seek.. But let's use my rules.. You'll hide and I'll kill.. So? Wanna play my game? A/N: I'm not really good at descriptions. :DComplete
Tethered North
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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.
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