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The lonely mafia
Mafia Summary
The lonely mafia
In a forest in a place recovered from Russia was the most dangerous and especially lonely mafia, Nikolai Andreew is the leader of a Russian mafia organization, his organization specializes in the sale of drugs, cocaine and money laundering, it is very in natureCold, impenetrable and very impulsive.
Orphan of father and mother he had lived in an orphanage, at the start he was a straight man, a worker calm and everything but everything had changed in his life when he was unjustly accused of a crime that he had not committed, since then he had completely changed after the mistreatin prison.
His time spent in prison was the worst moment he had spent his whole life, it was like hell for him because he had known torture, suffering and everything.
Since he had been torn off his parents very early and that he had not enjoyed their love well, he had become a merciless man, unwinding from feelings, he had become stronger and the only way he had found to protect himself from the low blows of life, his enemies and everything after hisReleased from prison was to dive into darkness, to love blood, to be merciless.
So today with his clan filling with his men he had become the most influential man in all areas, everyone fears him because he sows terror anywhere he sets foot.
In addition to the mafia he had his things that he managed, he loved loneliness, never embarked on a woman, he led his lonely life and enjoyed it more than anything.
But what will happen to his loneliness when he met a beautiful broken woman, destroyed who needed her protection?
Will he end his solitude to help him? Or will she let him go and continue in her solitude as usual?
Will he manage to protect the young woman and make her happy? Will they finish together?
The uncontrollable vampire
Adventure The uncontrollable vampire
Prologue
- Don't kill me please.
The young woman was terrified by fear, her assassin looked at him with a black smile before diving her fangs into the flesh of her neck.
After this sentence, it was total silence, the creature more filthy and terrifying it had just made corpses in one night.
Since his arrival in the small town of Forcs in the state of Washington, the inhabitants have been perpetual fear and anxiety, several corpses have been observed every day by the population.
Sitting on the floor Alistair Dravenkov swallows the blood of her last victim with satisfaction, she was a teenager like the others, oh they were really unlucky he said.
He would have liked so much to control himself, so much liked not to make so much corpse but he could not, he could not spend a night without emptying several humans of their blood.
He was trying to resist the smell of blood but in vain, he always had this thirst, this insatiability of feeding on blood over and over.
Tracking in other countries he was coming to take refuge in this small defenseless town.
He was already very powerful and every day his power increased, he tracked up the young teenage girls more, it was enjoyable to taste their blood tasted by task, he loved it, it was his daily life.
But his thirst for blood put it to the test when he tracked a young woman whom he had been unable to bite and everything turned into his life when he learned what the latter really represented.
When his eyes clung to that of the young woman, he felt an indescribable feeling, first of all her beauty Horpair had struck him, then his innocence and his purity had touched his heart that nothing ever touched, he suddenly wanted to protect him instead of biting him.
The vampire felt destabilizing and his heart began to beat what had never happened to him, no he was sure that she had something special to have softened him like this, he was sure that this young woman had something that he should have at all costs.
Who was this human that the most powerful vampire could not touch? What has this young woman had such special to put him in this state? And that she was her role in the life of this creature? You might like
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Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
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