Beauty And The Mafia Beast の小説・ストーリー

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

The mafia is a side business, illegal, but that’s what we are taught. I am a ruthless beast, kill almost a hundred people in a week, a sex addict bastard, an alcoholic leech, earning a few millions in a month. People are afraid of my presence cause they know for me killing someone is a matter of seconds, people are aware of my beastly demeanor.

It’ll be easier for me to get to know her and to learn what makes her tick. In my line of work as a son of a Mafia Boss, being an open book is a weakness, but I prefer that trait in women. Luna Belle is sweet and innocent. Some would say naïve. I see the characteristic for what it is. She’s unspoiled, not yet poisoned by the toxic side of life. She’s fresh and gorgeous, a beautiful young woman on the precipice of adulthood. I could’ve done a lot worse for a wife.

” Becca ~”The lines of some mafia thing. Mason ~”The boss is going to kill me but yes you right.” Becca ~”Oh my god! What the fuck!” Mason ~”Does it bug you?” Becca ~”No, I just hate being lied to. Just kiss me before I get really pissed off.”

Beasty is starting to look like another being in that same body. “It was quite fun actually, fooling the guy who thinks is fooling everyone.” She briskly uttered, “Well, to be honest, I was kind of curious what a DISGRACED like you can actually do, but never did I expect things to end this way, where I actually get to shed tears.” She laughed. “I am totally impressed.” Beasty added, “You are just like misery, waiting for your prey to stumble, to breaking down before you sink your teeth on its neck," she smirked. "How daunting.”

"Your mate will hold your wolf in a pendant on her neck, and you have to find her before the vampires do." Jasmine moved her head a little, stirring from her sleep. Her body felt heavy, but she had actually not slept all night, working at the club downtown in order to scrap up money to move out again. She had frequent attackers at her apartment, and for the fourth time in the last six months, she had to move out again. The attackers don't even seem to realize she is an orphaned teenager who needed to work for literally everything, they just kept attacking.

Bessie said smiling widely. "You are not a member of this pack and your death could cause war which he was trying to avoid. So he was just trying to save his pack I mean why would he even go for someone who is of a low standard like you when there are girls who are beautiful and are of higher status. Even though he decides to pick one of the omegas, I am pretty sure your name won't be on the list. First, you haven't wolfed out so you are certainly the weakest here and second, you aren't even half as beautiful as Dora so why would he look even at you?". Jessica said. I whimpered when she mentioned the wolfing out part . It was something I didn't want to be reminded of at all.

It seems to me like a dangerous mafia and his obsession. I want to be his obsession but do I even want him to be the dangerous mafia? He yanked my hair backward and I winched in pain, pleasurable pain. He adjusted himself and lean on top of my shoulder before dragging out my boobs from my bra. He pulled it up and began to suck roughly on my nipples. I pressed my hand roughly on the couch hands and moaned out sinfully. His tongue teased my nipples and cool chills ran down my veins. My heart melted into two and pleasure upon pleasure emerged from various angles of my body and settled right there between my thighs.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

Like I didn’t want to stop him. His voice dropped into something velvet and sinful. “Just trying to figure out what spell you’ve put me under.” My heart leapt into my throat. That look in his eyes—it wasn’t the cold, cutting CEO. It wasn’t even the sarcastic, cocky version of him. It was raw. Unfiltered. “You drive me crazy, Mia Bella,” he said, gaze flicking between my eyes and my mouth. “And I haven’t decided yet whether I hate that… or crave it.”