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In Love With The Mafia Lord
Mafia "Aliya..."
Jordan growled, his deep, masculine voice sending shivers down my spine.
My heart skipped a beat as his words wrapped around me like a cold, unforgiving vice. My legs trembled beneath me, the pain from yesterday's injuries forgotten in the face of fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to flee.
With a Herculean effort, I stumbled out of the room, my broken legs protesting every step.
'F**k off,' I cursed, defying the one person I knew I shouldn't - Jordan Black. He's a monster. He's not someone I should have met in the first place.
"Come back here, Aliya," he growled, his voice dripping with malice.
I gritted my teeth, determined to escape.
"Take one more step, and you're dead tonight," he snarled, his threat sending shivers down my spine.
Despite his ominous warning, I pushed forward, gripping the wall for support. My heart raced as I feared he'd soon catch up.
"I'd provoked the monster himself, and now I'd face the consequences."
But I had to try; I had to break free from his suffocating grasp.
"I'll make sure you regret your existence, Aliya," Jordan bellowed, his footsteps closing in.
"Jordan, don't come any closer! Leave me the f**k alone!" I screamed, but my weak limbs betrayed me, and I crashed to the floor.
With every last ounce of strength, I crawled into my room and grasped the door knob, ready to slam it shut in his face. But Jordan was relentless, kicking the door with such force that the wood splintered into pieces.
I screamed in shock, and before I knew it, I was thrown onto the bed. Breathing heavily, I turned to face the wicked man standing over me, his eyes blazing with fury.
"By nightfall Liya, you'll wish you never crossed me."
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The Assassin's obsession (Just a kiss)
Mercy Orii "I dare you to kiss any man in this club, Bluey," Sasha's friend remarked with a smirk, causing my heart to skip a beat instantly.
This moment reaffirmed my decision to avoid games like truth or dare, I reflected as I rose from my seat and walked away from the table where Sasha and her companions were gathered.
I had expressed my reluctance to attend this club, but she had insisted that it would be a pleasant experience. Now, it appeared that I was on the verge of sharing my first kiss with a stranger.
"Come on, Bluey. You are no longer a child; you are 21 years old, for goodness' sake. You can do this. Simply select any man in the club, kiss him, and then walk away." She offered reassurance, and I shot her a glare before turning away.
As I walked around slowly, I observed that most of the men either were engaged in passionate embraces with women or appeared quite intoxicated. After searching for a while, my gaze landed on a man.
He was seated quietly in a dimly lit part of the club, sipping from a glass of beer. I approached him without realizing it.
When he sensed my presence, he looked up at me with an expression that was quite detached. He was undeniably handsome, adorned with tattoos on his arms and possessing striking green eyes; however, I couldn't help but notice a chill-inducing coldness in his gaze.
I turned once more to glance at the girls, who winked at me, signaling for me to kiss him.
I glanced once more at the unusual man, who continued to watch me with an icy gaze, and instinctively bit my lip. With a deep sigh, I leaned in and kissed the stranger, to my astonishment, he returned the gesture. I quickly pulled away and stammered an apology, saying,
"I am truly sorry, sir," before hastily exiting the club without looking back.
Had I realized at that moment that this would become the most significant mistake of my life and the beginning of my troubles, I might have acted differently.
Meet Bluey Johnson: a strikingly beautiful young woman with captivating blue eyes. She is well-known throughout the school as the "hottie" due to her alluring presence. If one were to illustrate the figure 8 shape, Bluey Johnson would serve as the perfect example.
However, her defining trait is her shyness; she is an introvert who seldom engages in conversation, which has earned her the nickname "the hot introvert."
When she was compelled to visit the club by her overly adventurous best friend, she accepted a challenge to kiss a stranger. Unbeknownst to her, that stranger turned out to be the dangerously skilled assassin.
Who is he, you may ask?
Allow me to introduce Dwayne Knights. He is an exceptionally tall and attractive man, distinguished by his striking green eyes. He is often referred to by ominous nicknames such as "the Grim Reaper" or "the Terminator," as he has gained a notorious reputation in the community as a lethal assassin.
Should one require someone eliminated, a simple call to Knights will result in swift action.
His demeanor is notably aloof, and he seldom smiles, except during his lethal endeavors. He has remarked that the scent of blood is, in fact, stimulating to him.
What consequences arise when the innocent Bluey kisses him? It appears he is now determined to claim her for himself.
The Mafia Don's Obsession
Nyssa Kim "Alexander, this isn't right," Valentina whispered, her voice shaky as his hand traced the line of her jaw.
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It doesn't matter what's right," he said, his voice low and commanding. "It matters what's mine."
Her breath caught as his fingers slid to the back of her neck. "And you think I'm yours?"
"I don't think, Valentina," he murmured, a dark smile curving his lips. "I know."
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Valentina never expected her life to take such a dangerous turn. After her husband demands a divorce to marry his mistress, she finds herself entangled with Alexander-a powerful mafia Don whose reputation is as lethal as the man himself.
Alexander doesn't just want Valentina; he needs her. When he discovers she's the daughter of Nico Vance, the man responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family, his rage burns hotter. But instead of killing her, Alexander makes a chilling decision: Valentina will become his late wife, down to the last detail.
Caught between desire and danger, Valentina must decide if she'll run from Alexander's dark world-or step willingly into it. Because once she does, there's no turning back.
Collateral To The Mafia's Don
Ava John He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya.
Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her.
She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses.
Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away.
After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news.
"Get ready Margaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes.
The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart ached as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat.
And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her.
Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate! You Belong To Me! Ex-Wife
Fireworks “You belong to me! Lisa, every fucking part of your body is mine!” Trey growled hoarsely, as his hands around Lisa’s waist tightened.
“No, I’m not!, let go of me!!” Lisa said, pushing Trey on the chest. “I hate you!”
After receiving divorce papers from her husband, six months after their marriage. Lisa tried to make their marriage work, but was shattered by her husband’s affair with her cousin. Feeling betrayed and broken, she left to start afresh.
Six years later she becomes the most powerful woman in the underworld, and a genius Doctor in the outside world. What will she do when she finds out the mafia who kidnapped her son for ransom to lure her to come and save the life of his dying fiancé is no other person but her Ex husband?
Will she put aside her hatred towards the two and save her cousin’s life? or watch her die?
Will she forgive her Ex husband for kidnapping his own son?
***
Trey Collins, a ruthless, domineering and powerful CEO in the business world and a ruthlessly merciless man, who wouldn’t blink at the idea of murder, torture and making one disappear from the face of the earth without a trace in the underworld. Every lady in Pearl city dreams of becoming his woman, but terrified of him, by his powerful and deathly aura.
Trey married Lisa to spite his girlfriend, Valerie and would divorce Lisa after Valerie returns. But Lisa refuse to sign the divorce papers.
Now everything reminds him of her after she signed the divorce papers, and left. He thought she didn’t want to lose him?
He thought he wanted her out of his life? But No! He needs her.
He must reclaim what is his and his alone!!
Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia
Ed Sundersēn •••[Excerpt]•••
"Stop... Stop!" Rosana's voice quivered as tears of fright brimmed her vision.
She had been crying for hours, but not because she was leaving the beautiful life she had planned with her fiance behind. She was crying because her newly wedded husband had tortured and murdered a man mercilessly on their wedding night.
"Stop, please..." He ignored her. "No... Stop touching me. Take your bloody hands off me!" Indeed, his hands were covered with the blood of the man he had killed earlier. But he didn't care.
"S... Stop touching me!" He grabbed her neck and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.
"You shouldn't make me do this on our wedding night, Bambolina. You are mine and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want, till death do us part, Mi Amor"
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Rosana Marcello was already living the life she had dreamt about. With her boyfriend-turned-fiance by her side, nothing could be more perfect. Some weeks before the wedding, she was called back home by her parents and welcomed with devastating news.
She had been betrothed since when she was a little girl but never knew. Now, he has come to claim what is rightfully his. With or without her approval.
He is deadly,
He is evil,
He is the ruthless Sergio De Niro, known by everyone.
Rosana can't escape this. She can't run away from him because he will comb the world and kill everyone in it, just to find her.
She is now his possession, his property.
It's either she tames him and melts his cold heart or he breaks her into a thousand pieces.
Will she succeed or get consumed by his burning hell?
My Neighbor's Wife
E_STEVANIA "You're a creepy bastard."
His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?"
****
Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor.
It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict.
He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide.
He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits.
But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned.
There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him.
*
When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare.
He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead.
Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him.
He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Yours, Daddy
Red Inkling
"I only fuck girls who want to be fucked, flipped over and banged, Sunshine and..."
"And that's what I want, daddy. Exactly what I want from you."
*
He was my father's adopted brother. He had been there for me since the moment I had lost my entire family in a terrible fire but five years ago, he had suddenly left the country, never coming back.
And then, I was drugged one night and I got home to see he was back. It had been five years but he just looked hotter and sexier. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac I was drugged with, I had gotten his help to get off and it should have ended there that night.
Nothing more should have happened but with the wetness that pulls in my pussy whenever he comes close, with the way my nipples harden at his slightest touch, I knew more was going to happen. Russo wants me... To fuck me, bang me, and own my body.
And bloody hell! As much as I want to deny it, I want him too. For him to fuck me, bang me, own my body and make me his slut....
But this... It's a taboo, right?
