"How do I survive without you when everything about my life has been constructed around your love?" Please note, this narrative delves into themes of gun violence, assault, and explicit language. Embark on a journey through the shadows of the mafia underworld, a realm shrouded in mystery and laden with secrets that beg to be uncovered. Unaware of the storm that awaits her, she steps into the swirling chaos of her cousin's engagement party, only for her gaze to be captured by an enigmatic figure. His name? Daemon Prescott. With his towering presence and mesmerizing blue eyes, he stands as a beacon of intrigue and danger. As their paths cross, a tumultuous saga unfolds, marked by gunfire, bloodshed, and the intricate web of familial ties. Amidst the drama and turmoil, a question lingers-was their encounter a twist of fate?
I swung the car door open and bolted out before it had fully stopped. The branches cracked beneath my shoes as I raced through the woods, the trees blurring past me.
My only thought was reaching her in time.
A growl escaped my lips as I spotted the men chasing her. Gripping the knife tightly, I knew shooting them would be too quick. I wanted them to suffer before they died.
Grabbing the closest one, I drove the knife into his throat, watching him struggle as he choked on his own blood.
Yet, it wasn't enough to quench my anger. I craved every drop of their blood.
Casting him aside, I moved to the next, extinguishing his life before moving to another. Swinging my knife wildly, I became drenched in their blood as I fought my way to her.
I stood frozen, dropping the last assailant from my sight. A shiver raced down my spine as her screams reverberated through the forest.
My heart seized.
I sprang into action, running faster than before, until I finally laid eyes on her.
"Daemon..." Her voice held relief at seeing me. I stopped in my tracks, horror washing over me as she winced, blood staining her.
"No..." I whispered.
Tears streaked down her face as she looked at me, broken.
I held her tightly, desperate to shield her somehow. But it was too late.
Once again, I was too late...
Valerie POV
I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded when I liked how I looked. I wore a long black dress made of smooth silk with long sleeves. It had a low neckline that showed some of my chest. The dress was tight at the top and looser from the hips down, with a long split on the right side that went up to my mid-thigh. I completed my outfit with black high-heeled shoes that had straps around the ankles. I did my makeup with a simple brown smokey eye to match my green contact lenses, which made my eyes look a bit like a cat's. I left my long, curly brown hair as it was, but I clipped some of it away from my face on the right side with a shiny hair clip.
I kept fidgeting with my hands, feeling nervous all over.
"I need to calm down. What's the worst that could happen?" I asked myself, trying to gather courage to leave my hotel room. The worst thing I could think of was my father getting angry and throwing me out when I showed up... My eyes widened, and my face went pale. I hadn't even considered that possibility until now. I quickly pushed that thought aside. I was there for Bella, not him, and nothing was going to stop me from going to her engagement party.
I have always been close to Bella as we grew up together in the same household since both of our fathers were running a business together. Long story short, I found out my father and Uncle were running a Mafia, and since they would always be busy, Bella spent time with me and my mother. Sadly, Bella's mother died during her birth, and my mother raised Bella as if she were her daughter. Aside from that, we were a happy family.
Or so I thought.
There was something you didn't notice as a kid because, well, you were busy being a kid, right? Carlos, my father, was always a busy man, but he did remember to spend time with me occasionally, not as often as I would have liked, but it was better than nothing. Then, as usual, Bella and I were nosy and tried to eavesdrop on my parents because it sounded like they were fighting. We had crept down the steps to get a closer look and listen to what was going on, but we couldn't hear anything. But what happened next shocked us both, and had our jaw dropping. My mother, Matilda, slapped the fuck out of my father that night. We remained still, stunned by what had just happened, before running back to our shared room and pretending to be asleep so we wouldn't be caught snooping.
The next day, my mother had our bags packed and we left. I remember crying so hard because Bella wasn't coming with us. My mother tried to take her with us, but Uncle refused to let her go. It pained my mother to leave Bella behind and I was sure she had her reasons to leave my father. However, the reason for that was still unknown.
My father and I didn't stay in touch after that even though I tried to call him because I missed him, but he never once called me back. He then changed his number, and I got the message.
We moved to Ireland, while my father stayed in California. I got to meet up with Bella whenever it was possible, but it did get more difficult for her to leave the house the older she got because her father became strict as hell. And became a parent from hell.
Uncle was always intoxicated with alcohol and drugs. A very dangerous mixture that made him insane and abused Bella. The minute I knew what was happening with her, I told her I was coming to get her out of there, but she begged me not to and said it would do more harm than good. I couldn't understand what she meant by it and my heart dropped when she said her father wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she tried to run away. I couldn't do anything but stay put as I feared for her life.
Well, to say that I was nervous to be around them all for the first time in forever, was an understatement. I didn't know what to expect and kept thinking about how my father would react to seeing me after so long.
"...Don't get sick," I whispered to myself and took a deep breath. I felt nauseous but I couldn't risk throwing up, especially now that I was all dressed up.
"Let's go." I sighed and finally made my way down to the lobby.
Bella made sure to send a car to my hotel to escort me to the mansion. My old home. My heart started to beat a little faster at the thought of being there after so long. My father got himself a new wife not long after we left, and even has a son. Not biologically as it was from his wife's previous marriage, but he treated him like his own. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother the shit out of me because he treated someone else more like his own than me.
Bella instantly spilled the tea and said my father had downgraded. She said I would see what she meant when I got there, and I was prepared to give the stink eye to whoever my father ended up marrying.
On the elevator ride down to the lobby, I felt myself getting more nervous and my hands fidgeted around the little gift box I had with me. It felt like my stomach was in a thousand knots, giving me a stomachache.
"Get it together, Valerie... It's just family." I breathed out, trying to calm my nerves.
The elevator doors opened once reaching the lobby, and I took a final deep breath, holding the small engagement gift in my hands. It wasn't anything grand, just two champagne glasses saying 'Mr. Right' with a mustache and the other 'Mrs. Always Right' with red kissy lips. It immediately made me think of Bella because she had the impression she was always right. Even in situations where she wasn't, she still was according to herself. She could be a little cocky sometimes.
Nearing the middle of the lobby, I stopped in my tracks when I spotted the tall dark-brown-haired man in a black suit that hugged his body to perfection.
(Our Dave Winslow)
"Dave?!" I said in shock. He turned around and smiled at me when he spotted me.
"Valerie! Long time no see!" He gave me a perfect smile, showing his perfectly white teeth. It has been so long since I last saw him. My first crush ever, damn, now I remembered why I was obsessed with him. Dave had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, a sharp jawline, and a clean-shaven face. His dark brown hair was styled to perfection, giving the 'I didn't bother to try' look, which just made him a hundred times sexier.
We dated when we were younger. He just didn't know, hehe.
I just stared at him, my mouth slightly open as I couldn't believe my own two eyes.
"Damn, Valerie, just take a damn picture if you're just going to stare at me like that." He chuckled, and I immediately felt heat coating my cheeks. He still had that effect on me.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, Ash. I was just surprised to see you here." I laughed, hoping he didn't notice my flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, well I kind of overheard Bella saying that you were coming, and she was going to send someone over to come and get you. I couldn't believe that Valerie was coming, so I said I would come and fetch ya." Dave smiled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks. His eyes slowly scanned me, trailing down my body, and then up again to meet my eyes, giving me a lazy smirk in the process.
"Can't say I regret the decision. You look stunning as ever, Valerie." His eyes turned a shade darker, and my heart was beating just a little faster with the way he was looking at me.
"And you look handsome as ever, Dave." I returned with a smile as he slowly walked up to me with a sexy grin on his face.
This was definitely going to be a long night.
I couldn't get the way Bambi moaned my name out of my head. It was so hypnotic, and it made me hard just thinking about her. Hearing her sweet voice in my head. Christopher Wallace, popularly know as De Rossi, an assassin to the most notorious Mafia gang in the world was hired for a mission but unknown to him, he didn't know the mission was going to turn to be the beginning of the end of the cold and loveless life he's always used to. Amila, a 20 year old beauty, lost all her family to a car accident and since then her life has been miserable. She hired an assassin to do what she was to cowardly to do, take her own life but this event turned out to bring the sun she's lost since the night of her parents accident
"Your fearlessness is a disguise; you're soft like butter, and I melt at your softness. There's nothing like it, Rita. You take my soul, and I don't want to have it back." "Kiss me like it's your last, Chase. Tears my bra, like silk hits fire; you steal my breath like a helpless kleptomaniac. You're indeed a maniac, but I want you every day." Rita Locke meets Chase while on a mission, to assasinate the leader of the Russian Mafia while he was on the same mission but the mission turned into an eternal moment of passion and love" Very Intense, sexually explicit and use of dangerous weapons is a major part of this novel, read with discretion.
"Mabel..." he warned as I gently squeezed his hardness through his slacks, causing him to curse under his breath. Walter wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my face closer to his. "I know what you're trying to do, bella," he whispered, a sexy smirk playing on his handsome face as I moaned, feeling his other hand slide down between my legs, roughly massaging me. "And if you don't stop, I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with a flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good." One Friday night, Mabel Stone-a breathtakingly beautiful, innocent, and successful lawyer-has a chance encounter with an insanely handsome, gorgeous, and sexy man. Little does she know, he's one of Italy's most powerful and successful businessmen. What was just a one-night stand for Mabel meant something much more to him, and he isn't planning to let her go so easily. As things heat up between them, their nights become wild and full of passion. But what dark secret is Walter Robinson hiding? Warning: Contains mature language and adult, sexual content.
"Fuck. You." I watched as his brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the wall. One hand was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending shivers through my body, but in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again, Anabelle, and I'll make you scream it," he whispered angrily. His words made my heart race and I felt a rush of arousal. I tried to push his hand away, even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go and stepped back. "Get ready, Anabelle, and if you're not ready by eight, I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. Total Warning: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent.
Reader's discretion is advised, use of strong and violent language and sexual assault. Rated 18+ Sandra Peters used to have a really fancy life, and her brother always made sure she got whatever she wanted. But he kept her sheltered from the tough parts of life outside her rich bubble. Everything changed one night when a really scary guy took everything away from her. Now, Sandra is stuck in a world she didn't know existed, dealing with the tough stuff she never saw coming. Even though things are really hard, she can't help but be curious about a guy who's definitely not good for her. This guy, Albertino, is like the embodiment of all the bad stuff in the world. He scares people, and he actually enjoys seeing the fear in their eyes before he hurts them. But when Sandra looks at him without being scared, he gets interested. In a world where being curious can get you in big trouble, Sandra and Albertino can't resist wanting things they shouldn't. They're caught up in their own curiosity, facing risks and dangers. But it's not just their interest in each other they have to worry about; there's also a big war looming in the background, making their situation even more complicated.
Warning: Has sexual scenes and profane language. "I want your cock buried in my throat when you wake and drilling my pussy before you sleep. Stefan, you're my addiction and I don't want any rehabilitation." At 26 years old, Stefan Todd is a professional hockey player, known for his skills and fame in the NHL. Recently, he made the move to the upscale Citrus Grove Community, a stark contrast to his life on the ice. Meanwhile, in the same luxurious neighborhood resides 23-year-old Carrie Stone, the enigmatic author behind the renowned pen name, Dani Viola. Her life is a well-guarded secret, known to the public only through her literary works. Stefan settles into his enormous and stunning new house, which happens to be right next to Carrie's equally impressive residence. However, their initial interactions are far from neighborly. The spark of animosity ignites when Stefan's inaugural "housewarming party" involves blaring music at 2 a.m., disturbing Carrie's peaceful night, and one of his guests even ends up vomiting in her petunias. He's the embodiment of a rebellious partygoer, embracing a lifestyle filled with late-night revelry, while Carrie values her quiet, allowing her to immerse herself in books and solitude. They are, in essence, polar opposites. Nevertheless, a strange magnetism begins to draw them together. Stefan can't help but be captivated by the alluring contours of Carrie's perfect figure, and Carrie herself finds her thoughts wandering to the image of Stefan's finely sculpted physique intertwined with hers. Amid the increasing sexual tension and a growing, undeniable lust, they both grapple with desires that they wish they could suppress. Their desires burn like an unquenchable fire, forcing them to confront their attraction and consider whether there's more to each other than meets the eye.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."