Missywrites

Missywrites's Books(2)

SOUL TIES

Romance

5.0

I knew it was wrong. I always knew. But somehow, I kept ending up here-trapped in the same cycle. Each night, I'd whisper to myself, "No, Elle, you can't keep doing this." But by the next day, it was as if my memory had been wiped clean. Somehow, I'd find myself in his arms again, longing to be kissed, touched, and caressed by him. He consumed me-completely. But being with him was wrong. It was never meant to be. We were never supposed to be together, and we never truly would be. I told myself that over and over again, drowning in guilt for all I'd done and for the pain I was causing-for chasing my selfish desires at the expense of someone I claimed to love. Someone innocent. Tender. Compassionate. Someone who didn't deserve any of it. But as they say: you can't help who you fall in love with. Love... it can be a blessing, but it can just as easily be a curse. A two-faced phenomenon I never quite understood, yet felt so deeply that it buried its claws into my soul. And if someone tried to rip it out of me, it would tear me to pieces. It would ruin me. And the truth is-I didn't want it removed. I loved the bittersweetness of it. The rush. The secrecy. The danger. Like that night at the dining table. He sat right beside me. A perfect angle for a little foreplay, with that oversized tablecloth hanging low enough to shield our sins. That tablecloth deserved an Oscar (chuckles softly). He made me take risks I never thought I'd be bold enough to take. He used to say there were layers to me-layers only a few people could ever reach. That he was lucky to be the one who reached the deepest parts of me. And he was right. Kendrick was my first. In everything. A love so forbidden, so distasteful, it almost felt perfect-at least, to me. Some might say I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. But I was his to yield, to bend, to explore. Like a knight and his two-edged sword-we went hand in hand, inseparable. But when put together, we caused more harm than good. And that's exactly what we did. We hurt so many people. But me-I hurt her the most. Not Kendrick. Me. And for that, I will never forgive myself. -Ellen Davies

Escape into you

Mafia

5.0

She never needed saving. Not when she was a child forced to grow up too soon. Not when she took over an empire built on blood and betrayal. And certainly not when a group of men tried to shove her into a van, thinking they could break her. But then he showed up. He wasn't a hero. Just a good guy who was at the wrong place at the wrong time or was it even wrong? A guy who couldn't watch them do something awful to the beautiful woman. He didn't know who she was. Didn't know that stepping in would change his life forever. Because they took him, too. Now, he's trapped in a world where people don't live long if they don't know how to fight. A world where she-ruthless, untouchable, dangerous-is the only person standing between him and death. He should hate her. She should push him away. But it's not that simple. He's spent his whole life being careful. Obedient. Taking every hit his father gave him just so his little sister wouldn't have to. He never had the luxury of fighting back. But she-she doesn't know how to surrender. She is all sharp edges and iron will. And yet, she sees something in him that no one else ever has. And he sees her, too. Not just the ruthless mafia boss-but the woman who has lost too much, who has learned to be unbreakable because no one ever came to save her. They don't fall in love the way normal people do. There's nothing soft about it. It's raw. It's messy. It hurts. And when the worst happens-when she loses her mother, when his sister is sold to the same kind of monsters who ruined both their lives-it nearly destroys them. But she won't stop until she gets his sister back. And he won't let her fight alone. They were never supposed to meet. Never supposed to care. But maybe, just maybe, together, they can escape. Or die trying.