Novel-novel oleh ezehsharon0.15

“A man without enemies is already dead. A man without a woman is half-dead.”-Sh.Zayen~•If someone had told me a fragile little angel would dw have my cock this hard, and this close to snapping my restraint in less than two days into marriage, I’d have probably laughed in their face and maybe slit their throat for the insult.Earlier, I’d gotten a call from one of my capos. He’d found my sister and my wife in some godforsaken club, grinding against nobodies who clearly didn't value their lives.Zorah, I could almost excuse. She lived to corrupt. But Rivera? Rivera was different. She was testing me in ways no one ever had. And it didn’t help matters that I enjoyed it more than I should.Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight.The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everblood

“Everyone in Rosta Coast knows better than to test a Morozov wolf.”-Sh.Rivera~•I tried to pull away from the brunette dizzy from alcohol and the reckless burn still humming under my skin, but someone beat me to it, both men were shoved back, stumbling into the crowd.Before I could process what was happening, strong hands clamped around my wrist. My breath caught and the next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the club.The atmosphere outside was much cooler than the heat from inside which froze my skin at contact.Outside, Zorah stood already with a pale and tight face. Axel hovered near her, his hand protective on her wrist.But what truly made my blood run cold was the moment my eyes locked with the Zayen who was now standing by a parked Bentley.Even under the dim streetlight, I could see his jaw locked and his lips pressed into a thin, dangerous line.His head snapped up the moment he saw me, and in his eyes burned a storm that made my legs tremble.“Axel," he called, e

“The line between sin and desire is always blurred in the dark.”-Sh.Rivera~•8:30pmIf hell had a waiting room, it would look exactly like this club. It was everything Mamma had trained me against but still here I was.The dress Zorah insisted I wear was too short, too tight, too revealing and hugged tightly parts of my body I didn’t want noticed, leaving my back completely bare.We’d officially been here for thirty minutes, and I had already begun to question my decision. Zorah, on the other hand, looked like sin in heels, sleek black dress hugging her figure, blonde hair loose around her shoulders. She had even managed to trick the bodyguards and sneak us out without them noticing.But nothing prepared me for how loud the music would be, at this point I could barely hear my own thoughts.Zorah had already draped herself over two different guys, a blond and a brunette, grinding against each one of them in ways I doubted were viewer-appropriate. Each one with their lips buried into

Rivera ~•“Every command was a sentence, every touch a warning I silently craved.”—Sh.He had to be bluffing when he’d mentioned “punishment” or so I thought.But I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t the least bit scared of what his punishment might be. And an even bigger liar if I said it didn’t turn me on the slightest.I’d read it in dark novels countless of times, whenever the male lead promised punishment, it never meant anything good. My pulse throbbed with a mix of dread and heat I was scared of admiting.But it wasn’t until he paused in front of the east wing—his wing—that my heart fell to my stomach. “You can’t be serious,” I said, already feeling my pulse quicken.He said nothing to me, nodding at the staff who trailed behind us with my bags instead.“Are you out of your mind? I am not a child, you know!” I barked. “It’s bad enough that I have to stay in this place, now you expect me to share a room with you?”My things were being carried in by the maids while Zayen stood

“Every runaway bride forgets this: you don’t fucking run on your wedding day and you sure as hell don’t marry into the freaking mafia.”Zayen~•I knew she’d attempt to run, but not this soon at least.I would give it to her though. Her attempt was very clever. Zorah could learn a thing or two from her.The moment she jumped off the fence, it would have been so easy to surround her. If she had gone through the bushes, that might have given her better luck. But out here, the whole north belonged to me.There was nothing more fulfilling than giving her a sliver of hope, letting her believe she could escape me… and then crushing it right in front of her.“I hope she wasn’t any trouble?”The pureblood shook his head almost immediately.“Not at all, sir. She said you tried to kill her.”Her eyes widened in shock as she looked from me to the policeman, utterly stunned.“You know women, always unsatisfied.”He chuckled.I chuckled too, slipping three hundred dollars into his palm. He was abou

“A mafia’s cruelest trick isn’t locking the door, it’s making you believe you ever left.”—Sh. Rivera~• I waited until midnight, scanning every shadow for movement. The whole house was silent, no sign of Zorah, and no sign of Zayen. Just two guards posted at the front door. Perfect. If there was one thing the moon goddess had blessed me with it was big tits and a banging body. And if life had taught me anything since seventeen, it was that men thought with their dicks more than their brains. “Excuse me,” I called softly, making sure my doe eyes glistened just enough under the moonlight. My neckline dipped low, exposing just enough cleavage to catch attention. As expected, their gazes dropped instantly. Idiots. “I think I left my phone in the car earlier,” I murmured. “I really need it, please.” The first guard cleared his throat, dragging his eyes back up to mine. “The cars are no longer in the compound. You’ll get it tomorrow. Now go back inside.” “But I need it now.