Dark Romance Mafia Web Novels & Ruthless Revenge Stories

Kidnapped? In a foreign country?? By a Mafia boss??? What else could possibly go wrong???? Hazel Bae had been looking for something for years but, before finding it, she ended up in a strange situation where she got caught after trying to steal from one of the biggest mafia clan's boss, Valek Vincenzo. *** "Hey!" I yelled but that was all I could say before he slammed his hands on the wall behind me and trapped me between them. "Since you think my kiss sucks." He looked down at me, "Let me show you how good I am at it." "Uh- that." I began to panic. What the hell! That was not the plan. Valek moved his face closer to mine and crashed his lips onto mine. I tried moving him away with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and slammed them on the wall next to my head and continued his act. At first, I was angry and wanted to just pull away but I couldn't. My legs started getting weak and butterflies churned in my stomach as he kissed me deeper. His lips moved artistically, such that it was captivating me. His slow-to-fast movements were perfect to lure any woman into the act. I was wrong. Very wrong. He was amazing at it. His kiss was so good I ended up giving in and kissing back. He let my arms go and placed his hands on my cheeks while I grabbed his wrists. He explored my mouth with his tongue, in places that felt so good I felt my knees go weak. Oh, God... This is bad... This is very bad.

He married her for revenge. He wanted to torture her and get back at her parents for what they did. But his anger took a back seat when he started to see the cute woman and sweet. He started liking their sweet moments together. He started to like her. But before he could give a name to his feelings, she left claiming that she was in love with someone else. She left the man she loved more than herself. She loves him so much that she sacrifices her happiness, foolishly believing that he would be happy without her. But little did she know that he would come back to claim her again. This is the story of Kairo and Rose. He came back to claim his wife and kill anyone who stood in his way, even her lover. He is a mafia man after all. He promised to let her go if she wants to. But he is about to break his promise, because Mafia men never play fair.

"I rather get dragged in the mud with chains by moving horses or be beaten with a club with nails on it than lose my virginity to you," she spat, looking at him with hate in her eyes, hoping her eyes conveyed the degree of contempt she felt when she spat out the words. Anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes. She was going to be the first woman that would ever reject him, and in such a preposterous manner. He stood up and went over to her while she gummed her back to the wall, having no other room to step back. He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him, his wicked grey eyes bore into her hazel ones. "What if it's your only ticket to freedom?" "As I said, I rather die." He quickly shoved her onto the bed and she scooted away as he moved towards her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, you dare not reject me, nobody rejects me," he said in a low husky voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous.

His beautiful angel was unclothed writhing in bed , in tears, shaking and begging. There was a pillow between her thighs and she was rubbing herself desperately trying to find a release. “fuck” he cursed under his breath…….. Life of Ana was running smoothly with her adopted Uncle and Aunt when god decides to turn her life into more chaotic one. Sometimes it takes one dark night and one look of care, just to gain the interest of the devil unknowingly and unintentionally to sign her fate with tears and helplessness. I saved his life but he took mine. A love story bloomed with a hue of purity and tainted with blood and greed. * darkromance *Explicit content *

After he goes down for something his team was supposed to prevent, Antonio Rossi comes out a changed man. Determined to become better, he leaves his gang and opens his own company. He tries to live in normality but all is impossible when an innocent girl is thrown into his path and he has no other choice but to pull her out of the realms he himself tried to escape. It's never over.

"Didn't I tell you that you are mine? How dare you allow that punk to touch what's mine?" Nikolai pulled her roughly towards him, so that she is so close that she can feel his breath on her face. Ivy looked at him with confusion. This is new. He kidnapped her, tortured the man whom she had a crush on, He humiliated her by tearing her clothes, starved her for two days. After all that, he somehow changed the misery in her job. He saved her from getting killed and raped. "He is my best friend. I like him" she tried to remind him that she has a crush on Jason before he kidnapped her and that did not change. But he didn't like it at all. He kissed her roughly to remind her what he had with her. "Is it? Then what am I?" he demanded angrily. ...... Nikolai Knight, a man who is cold to his bones and lack empathy. He killed countless men for revenge. His parents were killed, and he is after their murderers. He kidnap a girl whom he thought will bring her father to him. But he didn't expect her to change everything. Ivy Johnson, a sweet and caring girl who has a crush on her childhood best friend Jason. Despite her sweet smiles, she is hiding a dangerous truth. She knows who killed Nikolai's parents. Nikolai starts to fall for his captive. When truth of that unveil, will he still feel the same or kill her in a rage. This is the story of a cold hearted man and his captive.

Ava McCray always gets what she wants and that includes picking pockets. She leads a reckless life because she has little or nothing to lose. But then her life changed for the worse after she stole a diamond ring from a Mafia boss.

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed caramel skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life.

A mute girl. A ruthless man. A captivity that turns into obsession. Luna Vitiello was never supposed to matter to Killian Alatorre. She was meant to be a mistake he could contain, a silent body dragged into a war that had nothing to do with her. But Killian does not contain people. He claims them. He watches from the dark. He closes every door. He makes the cage feel smaller every time she tries to breathe. The more Luna resists, the more ruthless he becomes. The more she runs, the more determined he is to bring her back. Punishment, possession, obsession — the lines blur fast when the man holding the keys refuses to let go. Luna has survived terror before. She has survived silence because silence was safer than sound. But survival inside Killian’s obsession is a different kind of hell. Because this prison does not end at the locked door. It ends when he decides she is no longer his to hunt. *** 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗜.𝗡.𝗦.𝗧.𝗔.𝗚.𝗥.𝗔.𝗠: @𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. ♠️

"I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire. "I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest. "why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers. He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies. "After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed. "And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers. Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion. "I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips. "I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back." Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her. The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert. As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past. After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??.

NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah.   A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss.   Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le.   I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere.   Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.”   “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed.   “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?”   _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings

“Every warning, every red flag, every reason to run—none of it mattered the moment I met him.” Ariel Peterson spent her entire life trying to be the good girl. The obedient daughter. The perfect Christian. The invisible sister. Then she met Gray Carter. Powerful. Ruthless. Irresistible. Gray Carter isn’t just a billionaire with a tailored suit and devastating gray eyes. He’s a man with dark secrets, dangerous connections, and a possessive streak that should send Ariel running in the opposite direction. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to walk away. In a world where trust is fragile and nothing is quite what it seems, Ariel must decide whether Gray Carter is her greatest mistake… or the one person worth risking everything for. Perfect for readers who love possessive heroes, morally gray men, forbidden romance, and slow-burn chemistry.

There are many men in the world that you should never mess with, and, Angel Roswell is one of them. He is the head of the Italian mafia Bujambo, a mafia cult group that rules the entire underworld. He is feared and respected by the president himself, Angel is a man you should never toy with, and what he wants, he gets. Selena Lethal is the daughter of the Russian don, Damon Lethal, a man who has a lot of secrets that can bring Angel down. As a warning, he kidnaps Damon's precious daughter, Selena. A lady who is as dangerous as her last name. Two dangerous people, one mansion, and a heated hatred between them.

BLURB “No please. Stop. Its paining so much. Please take it out. Please I beg you. Take it out. I will die.” I cried and screamed at the top of my voice. My palms pushing against his chest trying to stop him at least for a second. Seizing my hands with one hand above my head and grabbing my jaw with another, his fingers dug into my skin making my lips to pout, he whispered “Do you think I care?” and started thrusting inside me with renewed force. His each and every thrust earned a high pitch scream and endless flow of tears from me. But I knew he was enjoying it. Isn’t that the reason he married me??? So that he can give me endless pain and make me suffer. Well, he succeeded, with that I let the darkness consume me to escape the unbearable pain. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. A mafia leader hell bent on taking revenge and a fierce mafia heiress never bending to anyone’s will. She was never meant to be for his world. And he was never meant to be for anyone. Then their worlds collided. He hated her with passion and she despised him with every cell of her body. And they both vowed to destroy each other.

WARNING!( MATURE ) "Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me. I hastily sit up and look at his amused face, "N..no" I stutter in embarrassment. "Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grab my hand to inspect my wet fingers. Kayla is a Santino's american mafia princess.In the world of guns,an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime. What happens when her fathers enemy knocks on their door? And what happens when kayla learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless italian mafia boss Carl Moreno? Also known as the sex-god. And to add on that,a man of many enemies . Join me to find out

Alone in the lonely world, Neha is thrown into the dark world of Rudra where there only exists his darkness and a lot of secrets. But what happens when his secrets become the obstacle in her way of falling in love with him? ***** With no one to share her lonely life with, Neha meets her past, a complete stranger, named Rudra who is hell-bent on hurting her to the extent that there will be no healing. He is stubborn as he will not reveal the reasons but she is more stubborn as she will not let the truth hide from her and she didn't know that will only break her deeper! What is Rudra hiding from her? How is it connected to his past? Will he break her heart forever by telling the truth which means she can never be his?

*His eyes scanned my bruised face, searching for answers. A careful, gentle hand caressed my cheek, intensifying the turmoil in his gaze. "He did this to you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. But I couldn't find my voice, trapped in frozen silence. Fear gnawed at my skin as I stood amidst cold-blooded killers, surrounded by chaos and lifeless bodies. And as he held the gun, I knew more bodies would soon drop.* *** To everyone else, she was a nobody. A vessel for their perverse desires, a desperate pawn willing to fulfill their every whim. A nearsighted girl, finding solace only within the pages of her books, a portal to escape reality. But what they failed to grasp was that behind those innocent blue eyes lurked a devil, dependent on her happiness, hiding in the shadows and watching over her. And that devil was prepared to sacrifice everything for her. The scariest part? She had no clue. *"Why do you act like you're in love with me?" "Jesus, Lily," he growled, "I TATTOOED YOUR NAME ON MY FUCKING CHEST!"*

•••[Excerpt]••• "Stop... Stop!" Rosana's voice quivered as tears of fright brimmed her vision. She had been crying for hours, but not because she was leaving the beautiful life she had planned with her fiance behind. She was crying because her newly wedded husband had tortured and murdered a man mercilessly on their wedding night. "Stop, please..." He ignored her. "No... Stop touching me. Take your bloody hands off me!" Indeed, his hands were covered with the blood of the man he had killed earlier. But he didn't care. "S... Stop touching me!" He grabbed her neck and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You shouldn't make me do this on our wedding night, Bambolina. You are mine and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want, till death do us part, Mi Amor" ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Rosana Marcello was already living the life she had dreamt about. With her boyfriend-turned-fiance by her side, nothing could be more perfect. Some weeks before the wedding, she was called back home by her parents and welcomed with devastating news. She had been betrothed since when she was a little girl but never knew. Now, he has come to claim what is rightfully his. With or without her approval. He is deadly, He is evil, He is the ruthless Sergio De Niro, known by everyone. Rosana can't escape this. She can't run away from him because he will comb the world and kill everyone in it, just to find her. She is now his possession, his property. It's either she tames him and melts his cold heart or he breaks her into a thousand pieces. Will she succeed or get consumed by his burning hell?

"You will stay far away from me. Is that clear?" He seethed. "Crystal. At least, I can fuck other men without worrying about how you'd feel." His fists banged on either sides of my face, causing me to gasp, wide-eyed. "Do that and live with the guilt of their blood in your pretty hands." ~~~~~~~~~~ No one dares to bully the Mob Boss. Well, no one except Liliya Orlov. Mob Boss, Dice Rexroth is back to take revenge and he plans to hit her where it would hurt the most. Being as ruthless and cold as he is, he intends to watch her crumble with sadness before his eyes and beg, just like she had done to him in the past. Liya's greatest fear is a loveless marriage, as her parents' evergreen relationship had caused her to be full of expectations for her love life. Little does she know, that the parents she looked up to, would sell her off to a man who was hellbent on being her nightmare—all because of a stupid bet. What happens when a one night stand starts the duel? How well does Dice's revenge play out? Too well for his own good, or too bad for her own good?

"Do you honestly think I enjoy this?" He asks, his grip around my wrist so firm, so strong, they hurt as I try to twist, to get away from him. "Enjoy seeing you squirm in my hold like this? Enjoy making you cry?" "Please let me go," I croaked, choking back tears. "Let me go, Alessio." "And then what? Risk you running back to him? You wish he would come rescue you, don't you? You love him." "I love nobody. I will never love neither of you." "And that's where we have a problem, Camille. You should love me. Me and only me. I'm your fucking husband!" — Camille Galitze is a daydreamer. Daughter of Galitze Sturm, a dangerous Bravta underboss, Camille knows her future won't be a fairy-tale, considering her father's formidable influence, and thirst for more power. Obligated to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man she doesn't love but has utmost respect for, Camille is sad. But things take a turn for the worst when, on her wedding day, Alessio Scarfoni, the rightful heir of the Bravta Mafia storms the venue, and gets married to Camille, instead of Richard. Alessio Richard is back for revenge, and all those who had a hand in his assassination attempt have their days numbered. But first, to solidify his place, he steals his younger brother's bride from underneath his thumb. Camille has only ever known Richard, but there's something about Alessio that lays just at the tip of her memory, but always out of reach each time she tries to recollect. When their twisted arrangement turns into something either of them saw coming, Camille must learn to trust and find peace in her new, blazing feelings for Alessio if she wants to live, and rule by his side as his queen.