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SU PRINCIPE OSCURO -HER DARK PRINCE You've definitely heard about Enemies→Lovers but ever heard about Lovers → Enemies....darling?? Watch out, because what you gonna read is gonna make you fucking demented babyy💋 . . . AIDEN →⁠→ A whole fucking tsunami in himself, which will dive you deep down and you won't even know what just happened... A LOVERBOY of Adreilli... ADREILLI →⁠→ A senseless women, a pure divine energy which is forced to carry a negative soul but never loved... Aiden's BABYDOLL ... Velentin's SOMBRÍA ... Señor Velentin →⁠→Obsessive psychopath lover of Adreilli... Who made his own *hell of ice*.. A cold hell from distant but when you go closer.. you can see it burning down there... Because even water sometimes is responsible for setting fire to the rain... Obsessed psychopath lover of Adreilli... What happens when the FIRE*ICE*AIRY trio comes together?? Will Adreilli be AIDEN'S BABYDOLL or will she choose to be SEÑOR VELENTIN'S HERMOSÃ? Read my story to know what happens next...✨ [Author's note:-Not romanticizing rape... It's just a normal mafia love story..Don't judge me please and don't hate me too 💗]

[COMPLETED] |Disclaimer| *This book is gonna be more romance than mafia *Contains smut/sexual scenes *If any translations are wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. I don't speak the language. *** Finding out the day before annual mafia ball, Liliana knows she has to leave. Or at least try to... Liliana Romano, a 17 year old woman, is thrown into a marriage with Sebastian Di Salvo, a man who only wants to marry her because she's a pawn in his little game. Sebastian Di Salvo, a 20 year old man, thought that this marriage would be easy and she'd be like all the other women, quiet and obedient, but who knew he'd be in for a hell of a ride! *** "Put the gun down," Sebastian said calmly as he stood in front of me, still in his wedding suit. "Fuck you!," I hissed out as I bunched my wedding dress in my hand, making sure to keep the gun pointed at him. "You've barely been here for an hour and you're already pissing me off," he said, starting to get frustrated. Suddenly, I pressed down on the trigger. I watched as the bullet flew past his head, just skimming his ear, exactly how I had expected it to. He didn't flinch. My eyes moved up to meet his. His chest heaved up and down as his fists were clenched together. His jaw was locked as he glared at me, clearly with murder on his mind. My murder. Oh shit. *** Deep down, even she knew that the beast was once a human. He knew that his angel had once had her own personal hell. 'Everything means nothing without her.' Started: August 2021 Completed: January 2022 All Rights Reserved AKA Don't Copy My Book❤️ *Highest Rankings* #1 in Death #1 in Mafia Queen #1 in Arranged #1 in Suspense #1 in Blood #1 in Drugs #2 in Crime #2 in Drama #3 in Mature #4 in Dangerous #10 in Young Adult #10 in Boss Cover by @belladz07

"Let's get rid of this," he releases my hair letting it fall freely His hot heavy breath lingers on my lips and sends shivers down my back. I see him looking down at my lips and I know what he's going to do "I'm sick," I murmur looking directly into his eyes "So," he says placing his hands on either side of me trapping me so I have nowhere to run I'm still looking into his eyes and I realize I want him to kiss me I want him to kiss me My thoughts are interrupted the minute I feel his soft wet lips on mine * Lydia is a cold and emotionless girl with a past of dark memories and a life built on lies. When her biggest secret is threatened to be spilled she's blackmailed into living with the famous and rich bad boy Elliot Stone for an entire year. What happens when Lydia wants nothing to do with Stone, but he's determined to unravel the mystery surrounding her? Will Lydia allow her secrets to be spilled or will she do whatever it takes to keep them hidden?

"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties. "Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing." One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth." **** Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him. "Sample" (Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }

UNEDITED WATTPAD VERSION! (This is the arguably rubbish version, ye be warned.) Includes a sample of the published version as well *** Life would be so much easier if he wasn't around, but even I couldn't deny that my life seemed to truly begin since his arrival. Had Lucifer truly been kicked out of heaven because of his own cravings for power, or had he fled after realizing his true happiness lied elsewhere, in a darker atmosphere? In this world, there is strictly no good or bad, no clear right or wrong. We make poor decisions, hoping it will prove worthy in the end. When it does, we never look back, but when it doesn't, it tears us apart like ravaged hell hounds. Perhaps we're all the product of Lucifer and God alike. Born from beauty only to fall to desire. *** When young baker Rosaria Castellanos is offered a chance to pay her parent's debts to the infamous Romano mafia family by a simple favor, she takes it in a heartbeat. Everyone expected a happy italian wedding, with too much wine to handle and lots of singing. Cater pastries, and don't die? Sounds easy enough. Nobody expected her to catch the eye of the young boss, Giovanni Romano, nicknamed 'The King of New York' for good reason. Unknowingly bound to the mafia by birthright, introduced by a dangerous love, Rosaria's identity will soon be forged. An unlikely heroine, imperfect and anxious, must grow through struggles and gang violence to save those around her. In even the darkest of places, love can bloom. Perhaps even in the mafia. - Side note: Warning: mature sexual scenes, swearing, violence ✨Milestones ✨ Featured on ��������'s Dangerouslove profile #3 in Thrill -9/7/20 #32 in Mature -9/7/20 #42 in Mafia -3/10/20 #45 in Love -9/7/20 ~ Dates ~ WP Start: October 19th 2019 Finished: December 1st 2020 Published: February 14th 2021

I'm gonna get him killed. Someday. Somehow. I'm gonna get him killed. And the worst part? He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them." "A gun to mine?" An enemies to dead lovers, if you may. "A gun to yours?" I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?" I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood." "Do you know what a gun to yours means?" "A gun to my head....?" "A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands." He smiles. "Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

I stared at the girl in the mirror. She was only a shadow of the girl I used to be. Blue eyes, void of emotions and glint, glanced back at me. My lipstick and mascara were smudged, and my blonde curls were a complete mess from when he had fisted them while he pounded inside me from behind. "Whores like you deserved to be fucked bent over the counter of a hotel restroom," Logan's last words before he left the ladies' restroom echoed in my ears. A tear trickled down my cheek as a scream fought to escape out of my mouth. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out loud. He had vowed to hate me till eternity and make me pay for every single one of my sins. The thing I was unaware of was that I would start to hate myself during this journey of betrayal and vengeance. -------------------- Christina struggled to make ends meet with her mom, who was suffering from cancer. An old pervert boss who was hell-bent on making her his wife number four and a whole lot of her colleagues who wished her to be gone guy from the company. When someone from her past returns to her life, vowing to make her pay for her betrayal, she has nothing left but to see her life falling apart. Past will be dug, secrets will resurface, and buried passions reignite in this tale of betrayal and hate. Trigger Warning ⚠️ : The MMC in this book is unlike the ones in my other books. He is vindictive and abusive and does many questionable things. If you don't like such characters, please refrain from reading further.

I felt him before I saw him. The air shifted, heavy and electric, and then he was there - filling the doorway of my shop like he owned it. Like he owned me. His eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately, until my skin burned. I told myself to look away, to breathe, to move - but my body betrayed me. Lucien stepped closer, the scent of smoke and danger clinging to him. He reached out, brushing a single petal from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin as if testing how easily I'd break. "You hide behind flowers," he murmured, voice low enough to curl around my spine. "But I see the truth. You're trembling for me." My lips parted, but no words came. My pulse thundered, my knees weak, and still I couldn't step back. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You don't know it yet, Dahlia," he whispered, "but you're already mine." Dahlia Hart lives a quiet life running her late father's flower shop a haven of color and calm in a world she keeps at arm's length. But one night changes everything. She witnesses a brutal crime, and in doing so, catches the attention of a man who doesn't tolerate witnesses. A man who doesn't let go. Lucien Moretti is cold, dominant, and untouchable a man who built his empire on control, fear, and precision. When he learns that the only person who saw what happened is the daughter of a man who once betrayed him, his interest turns personal. Dahlia is no longer just a threat. She's a loose end. A legacy. A possession waiting to be claimed. But Dahlia isn't as fragile as she seems. And Lucien, for all his cruelty, finds himself drawn to her innocence in ways he didn't expect. What begins as a hunt becomes something darker an obsession. One that blurs the line between protection and possession, desire and domination. This is my first book I hope you like it 🤗

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏" 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑?" She thought she had her life figured out. A quiet job in a quiet town, a routine that never hurt, and a heart too careful to fall for anyone too fast. But then he walked in. The new hire. Mysterious. Impossibly attractive. He had the smile of a gentleman and the presence of a man who'd burn the world to keep your attention. He said all the right things. Held doors. Knew how to make her laugh. And when he looked at her-it felt like she was the only girl in the universe. But love, she learns, can be blinding. And not all monsters hide in shadows. Some wear suits. Some call you "baby." Some hold you like you're a prayer-then break you like a curse. Because he has secrets. Dark ones. Dangerous ones. The kind of truths that can't be buried without blood. So now the real question is... Will she uncover who he truly is-before it's too late? Can love survive when it's soaked in lies and obsession? And when she finally sees the monster behind the man... Will she run? Or will she stay?