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*COMPLETED* A dark-mafia romance revolving around marriage crisis. ___ Given at the tender age of twenty, Amara Morozóv found herself trapped in the clutches of a powerful and ruthless leader. She had always anticipated being confined to a life of darkness, but little did she know that it would be the very leader himself who would claim her as his possession. As time passed, Amara remained unable to penetrate the icy facade that enveloped Aiden Ross Morozóv. He had made a solemn promise to keep her at arm's length, even as she carried his bloodline, their heir. Amara did everything, she's still trying.

❝I've never done it with a girl before.❞ I whisper sheepishly, biting my lip in the act. "Trust me, little bee, I'll make you feel good." She answered to me in between breaths, with her lips on mine. "Really fucking good." We continued kissing for a few more seconds, before she stuck her hand in my trousers brushing her finger against my slit. "You're so wet." She told me, kissing my neck. Moments later, she unexpectedly started to draw small circles on my clit. "mm.." I moaned licking and slightly biting my top lip. "I told you baby." She whispered to me. "I can make you feel good." breathy moans escaped my lips, while she smashed her lips back on mine, roughly kissing me. Her fingers didn't stop, nor slow down. In fact, they increased in motion. My body shook, from how good it felt. - Willow has never had sex with a girl, nor has she thought about it. Especially with the passing of her late father, Madrigal Jade, she's been trying her best to keep the family together. Although, once she meets Irina, it completely changed her perspective on things. She comes to realization that she can't fix something that is unfixable, even though you try your hardest to make it last longer than anticipated.

"Victor?" she gasped, startled by the sudden force. "Release her!" her father barked, stepping forward. Victor's lips curled into a dark, chilling smile. "Don't come any closer," he said, his voice dripping with menace. His free hand slid to his waist, revealing a knife he pressed against Elena's side. "Unless you want to see her bleed." "Victor!" Elena's voice trembled, a mix of confusion and fear. His grip on her arm was painfully tight. "How easy it is to manipulate you," Victor sneered, pulling her even closer. "Do you know why I chose you, Elena? Because you're so easy to control. So easy to make dance on my fingertips." Her heart shattered at his words, her disbelief etched onto her face. "Victor... you're hurting me." "And I'll hurt you again if I have to," he hissed, his voice cold and void of the warmth it once held. "Did you really believe I changed? That I was capable of being anything more than what I am? I'm the mastermind, Elena. Manipulation is my art. And you? You're my perfect little puppet." Starting: Jan 4 , 2025 End : 1 Feb , 2025

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper. She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering. "Take out my cock, Iris." Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny? "You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?" ❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞ She was engaged to the golden boy. Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold. But then she met him. Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want- her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin. Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable. He was the secret no one spoke about. The warning her fiancé whispered. And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession. Even if it meant betraying blood. Even if it meant burning everything. Because some men don't fall in love. They fall into possession.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."

[Book #2 in the Nystrom series] [18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger. I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?" "I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?" εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

DRAMA. MYSTERY. ROMANCE She became his desires. His need. His only possession. And his lethal obsession. And his obsession become a biggest curse in her life. **** Her denial infuriated him more, his blood boiled in anger. Grabbing her chin up, he made her look at him. Her terrified orbs clashed with his deadly charcoal eyes. ''Please.'' She said clasping her hands around his which was holding her chin. She pleaded him with her teary eyes while his blazing gaze never shifted from her. "You think, your sorry can make everything better like before? Your sorry can't save you from me. Trust me, you can't even imagine what I can do to you. So you should keep your mouth shut and come with me home quietly." He warned and threatened her. And she shakes in fear and helplessness. She just wanted to run away from here and hide somewhere. She doesn't know the man who was standing in front of her right now. He was hurting her, scaring her and behaving like a monster. The man she knows he was different. Hell different from him, his hold was perfect for her fragile body, his voice which was heaven peace for her and his touch which was gentle unlike this. "No... no. I don't want to go anywhere with you... I don't want to be with you anymore." She move her head hysterically and tried to free herself but instead, she get more pain when he tightened his hold on her and dig his fingers on her waist. "You are scaring me," she confessed meekly crying and her breath get uneven. "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't do anything yet and you are already scared of me? Then what will you do when I'll punish you for your betrayal?" The threat hidden in his words causes a shiver down her spine and she feels intimidated. "Just come with me or you will see the worst side of me. " He stated simply. The rage and fury in his eyes made her body start trembling ferociously. *** GENRE : DARK ROMANCE Cover by : @authorzysha ***

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---

STORY DESCRIPTION She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #6 loveandpower #6 power and desire #4 Indian setting