Carnage

"I'm being f..framed," she stuttered. The fear that gripped her heart in a vice clutch was immense. "Stubborn as f*ck!" He growled as his baritone voice boomed. His obsidian eyes met her fear-filled ones and her stomach churned in raw trepidation. "I s..swear, I...I.. didn't..." Her mind was in the chaos of terror. But just being in the presence of this barbaric man had her heart lurching to her mouth. "Your lies are only fueling my rage, woman." He bellowed, causing her to flinch. She stopped breathing in sheer horror as he prowled towards her like a beast. There was madness in his eyes. He roughly grabbed her jaw, his fingertips digging into her fluffy cheeks causing her lips to pucker out. His dark gaze illicitly roved her body; the unadulterated lust in his eyes... 18+

Dr. Elena Russo’s life shatters when her father is assassinated and she discovers he was a mafia Don. As the last Russo heir, she must claim her father’s throne or watch three hundred people die. But the Five Families won’t accept an inexperienced woman, and they’re already attacking. Damien Cross, a ruthless rival underboss, offers a deal: marry him in a contract alliance and merge their territories, or lose everything. With enemies closing in and forty-eight hours to decide, Elena signs her life away to a dangerous stranger. Their marriage is warfare. Every negotiation tests loyalty, every touch sparks unwanted desire. As Elena transforms from doctor to Donna, learning to kill alongside Damien, the hatred between them ignites into something far more dangerous. In the mafia, love is the deadliest weapon, and trust might get them both killed. Tags: Mafia, CEO, Dominant, Contract Marriage, Betrayal, Hate to Love

On the 20th of May, Stella Jewell posted a new update of her status on social media: Single, Free to Mingle. PS: Priorities for physically healthy individuals. The accompanying image was a divorce certificate. This surge of actions from Stella was just like she was in the past when she had married into the Kane family without warning. This news caused carnage within her circle of friends. Right after her breakup, she implied that her ex-husband, Keegan Kane, was sterile. Did she have a death wish for doing so? Who is Keegan Kane? A ruthless person that could sue the media company, that had made rumors, until they were bankrupt. Would he tolerate his ex-wife, who left the marriage with nothing, to connote him in such a way? In the end, after twenty minutes, everyone had their jaws dropped again. Under Stella's new account, the newly registered account commented, "Let me out of the blacklist!"

"Open up, Nyx. Wider. Fuck, that's it. Don't look away, look at me while I fuck this sexy little mouth of yours." He groaned as my hateful gaze found his. Tears glistened in my eyes as his cock hit the base of my throat, intense hate and twisted pleasure brewing in my abdomen. I didn't complain as he gave me what we both wanted. It didn't change who we were. We were enemies. He murdered my parents and I'll make him pay, if it's the last thing I do. But for now, I'll play the role of a submissive little sex slave. ***** Nyx Whitethorn has been sheltered all her life as the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the proud Silver moon pacK. However, when her father angers the wrong man, the life she knows changes forever. Alpha Atlas is a ruthless hybrid that only craves carnage and destruction. He sets his eyes on Nyx when her father tries to have his child assassinated. Atlas kills everyone her pack and takes her hostage. Nyx is subjected to hell in the clutches of the hybrid. She's turned into the alpha's personal sex toy and Atlas is driven by dark need to break Nyx in all the dirty, depraved ways possible. Soon, he finds himself wanting more from her until the lines start to blur between passion and revenge.

Aurora Cade: I am a true hybrid; half witch, half werewolf, my parents two opposing sides in a bloody war. A war which sent my mother fleeing to the human empire in order to protect me, her unborn child from the carnage, only to abandon me eleven years later. She bound my magic to my wolf, so it would go undetected until I turned eighteen, and she altered my appearance so I would be able to blend in with the humans. She gave me what I needed to survive, but the empire she left me in had other plans for me. Now I’m a prisoner, surrounded by enemies who could easily kill me before I’m strong enough to save myself. Samael Dema: I am the vampire king of Dema Mortem; the only king in the Dema line to ever be given the crown without a queen to rule by his side. My family, my council, and all those around me push and push me to choose a queen, but I refuse all candidates; none would have the stomach for the job anyway. I will not marry for political gain or status. Simply put, a pawn will never occupy my queen's throne. TRIGGER WARNINGS!: This book contains some dark material including, explicit descriptions of rape, violence, psychological abuse, gore, torture, murder, abortion, and drug use. There are also detailed sex scenes, some including kinks such as, breath play and knife play.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.