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Completed Book. No more editing. It's my first book, so please ignore my mistakes. WHEN 7 MAFIA KINGS MARRIED YOU AND YOUR SISTERS FORCEFULLY TO TAKE REVENGE FROM YOUR FATHER! REVENGE : " A Tale Of Deadly Obsession " I loved to hate you. That was my "Revenge" Kindly Read to know more: TROPES: Age Gap Childhood love Mafia's obsession Opposite attractions Enemies to lovers Hate to love Forbidden love

I inhaled her scent, making sure she wasn't on anything that I wouldn't want in my system, letting the sweet scent of her blood call to my hidden fangs. They descended and I nuzzled my way down her neck, teasing the flesh above the sweet spot before sinking my teeth into her, letting just a small taste of her blood touch my tongue. I savoured it, letting the flavours tell me all about her diet and health. Deciding that she was satisfactory, I allowed her blood to flow freely into my mouth while I held her still with one hand and... Cover from Google Images ⚠️ 18+ only or read at your own risk Very mature and sexual content and language 63k words

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

"I'll be gentle," he said quietly as he bent his head to my wrist. His lips pressed softly on my wrist and I jerked my hand away in response. He froze and wait until I was ready. After a minute of us sitting in silence, I was ready. He took my hand once again and pressed his lips to my wrist once more this time I could hear him inhaling my sent. He made a deep sound in his throat like he was satisfied by the way my blood smelled. ________________________________________________________________________________ Trinity is tired of the life of an immortal. She has stood by her friends through loss, hate and love. She would do anything and everything for her friends but is making a deal with a royal going to far. The man wanted to own her and call her his since the first time they meet. However, she has guarded her heart from everyone except her friends. Can this man break down her defenses by helping her friends or was his game something else entirely?

The one rational remnant of her mind recognized the strange taste of salt water mingled with blood. But if she hurt the unholy wretch, he ignored the pain. He only yanked her more cruelly to his hard, unyielding chest. Then something cold and round was pressed to her mouth. "Hold still," he muttered in her ear. "Just drink this." She fought with all her might, kicking, flailing about within his murderous embrace. He meant to drug her! To kill her! But why? "Hold still, boy," he hissed near her ear. Then he abruptly let out the vilest string of oaths she'd ever heard. Still, the shock of hearing that was nothing compared to the appalling feeling of his hand sliding up to her breast and then sliding over to the other. As if to make sure she had the two of them! "May I be Jonas-fucked!" Cyprian spat as he recognized just what lay beneath his right hand. One soft and decidedly feminine breast. And a matching one beside it.

"You know for someone with your name, you're reputation with love is something else," "That's because none of them were you, now come back and let me ravish you Trésor," ** Amour Charming, brother of Henry Charming, the black sheep of the Charming family. As the bastard child of his father's infidelity, Amour Charming was destined to be the disappointment of the family and he did just that. Instead of being a golden boy like his brother, he became the tattooed-covered, blood-spilling, drug dealing, mafia boss. While his brother was falling in love, Amour scoffed at the idea. How can one fall with someone they just met? Unlike what his name foretells, Amour detests love and does his best to forget it. That all changed one faithful night when he heard her sing. Maybe, he and his brother aren't so different after all. Evangeline Young has many dreams. An orphan girl that worked hard to get a comfortable life. With a voice as smooth as honey, singing is one of the talents she never thought would do her good. That is until she decides to do her childhood best friend a favor and sing at her wedding. Who would've thought, such a simple night would change her future forever? Throwing her into a life of crimes, secrets, sex, and love. *not edited*

Twisted Fate: Bound to You She's fire. He's ice. She's chaos. He's control. When Gauri Mehta, a middle-class girl with a fierce heart, crosses paths with Rudraansh Singh Malhotra, a cold billionaire hiding scars behind silence, fate begins to rewrite their story. A slow-burn romance full of secrets, longing, and love that feels like home.

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

'"I cannot feel this way. You clearly don't feel-" "I do though." He interrupts me. I finally look up to meet his eyes. It holds so much sadness. "Believe it or not but it hurts me every time I see tears in your eyes." His hands reach for my face, one more time and gently wipes the tears off my face. No matter what, the tears keep flowing down. "Please don't cry." He whispers. "You have someone out there just for you. Waiting for you." I whisper softly. A sad smile forms on my face that is now saltier than the ocean bed itself. I try to tug his hand off my face, but his hold is firm. He leans his head down and places it against mine. "I know." His whisper equally soft. "You need to let go. Just as I am." I close my eyes and take in the breeze of ocean that surrounds him and now me. I hear a deep growl just as his hold tighten on my face but it's still gentle.' For the little Raven that was born out the woods, life was only about the survival of fittest. Hunt or be hunted. Until Aya came along and showed her that there was more to life. They became family, sisters and promised to stay together forever. But what happens when one of them finds their mate? Read along to find out the story of Amara Raven on her journey to find a place she belongs. Completed: 12/05/20 Can be read alone!