Kizaru Devil Fruit

Liliana just wanted to escape her past. Jarek Falcon had other plans. He’s the heir to a mafia empire. She’s a girl with nothing to lose. When Jarek’s obsession turns to cruelty, Liliana runs—straight into the arms of someone from her past. However, people change and when she discovers a sinister plan in the making, she finds herself running once again—straight to the streets. Years later, Jarek finds her again. He needs an heir to claim his inheritance. She needs a way to a better life. Their deal is simple: a child in exchange for a lifetime of security. But love complicates everything. Jarek realizes too late that Liliana isn’t just a means to an end. She’s the one he can’t live without. The problem? She wants nothing to do with him. Can he rewrite their story, or will his past destroy any chance of a future?

He was her husband's worst nightmare. Now he’s her only escape. When Selene's picture-perfect marriage shatters and her husband tries to sell her to the mafia to settle his debts, it's Ronan Blackwood—cold, dangerous, and filthy rich—who steps in. Not to save her. To claim her. “You were never his, Selene. You’ve always been mine.” Now locked in his penthouse and tangled in his world of power, blood, and obsession, Selene must decide: fight him—or fall for the devil who just might own her heart.

Money. Guns. Revenge. And kisses that taste like sin. ALMA MARTELLI My sister died on her wedding day, and that same night, a ruthless mafia boss kidnapped me and dragged me to his manor. I didn’t even get a chance to grieve before my life was turned upside down. But what terrified me the most was how my body betrayed me when he touched me, how I wanted the monster who ruined everything. What happens when I discover his hidden plans to destroy my family and his wicked plan for me? One I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. LAZZARO VISCONTI They say a child shouldn't suffer for her father's sins. I say she should bleed for them. Alma Martelli will suffer. She’ll atone for every wrong her father committed. There’s no way out until I say so. I’d use her, strip her of her innocence, and return her to a fatherless home. That was the plan... until I found myself wanting to keep her longer than intended, and fighting her battles as if they were mine. Now I can’t stop thinking about her mouth. Her fire. Her goddamn eyes. Alma was supposed to be my vengeance. But she might just be my downfall.

The coplete is the very known name in the Town that everyone trying to be named after However Maleya doesn't dream of becoming a wife of a coplete, and would never love a man even they will force to marrry! *** There's a two giant company that have a long past of rivalry: Darkspot (which good on hiding the business in the dark) and Spotlight (which good on manipulating humors and news in everyone in the town) They circulated the town, fought to own the trust and loyalty of everyone. Passed through generation to generation, the rivalry thought to cease when the two emerge for agreement that surprised, not just everyone in the town but the two involve in the process. Ryeo Coplete (the Coplete heirs, and very known Devil of Darkspot). Despite the reputation, he own the trust and loyalty of almost half of the town. Though coined as “anti-social” and a “devil”, Ryeo has the side that unknown to everyone. And that he can be a good husband if ever...but not a Soner. Maleya Soner (heiress of Spotlight). Spotlight's a company that govern news and knowledge and tale, mostly about the “devil” who thought to be merciless and heartless. Despite the reputation, she is over-working herself to achieve her one and only goal: to travel the land before the town. And it only can be achieve if she will be free from the responsibility someday. Not known to them, the agreement of the two giant company is the start for their lives to set foot for each other trap, and realize that their goal to be free has never been the choice at the very beginning.

DEVIL'S CURSE ต้องคำสาป 'เขา' ผู้นั้นเคลื่อนไหวอย่างดุดันอยู่เหนือร่างของเธอ ในความฝัน รสจูบ และการเสียดสี สร้างความสุขสมเสียจนไม่อยากให้มันจบลง เธอจมดิ่งสู่ห้วงจินตนาการมาอย่างยาวนาน กระทั่งเสียงทุ้มกระซิบข้างหู "มีความสุขให้พอ เพราะมันเป็นวันสุดท้ายของเจ้า" ดังนั้นความสุขในค่ำคืนนี้เธอจะขอรับไว้ทั้งหมดเอง

Di sebuah kota kecil di Italia, Sierra dan Alex—dua mantan penjaga gerbang antara dunia manusia dan dunia gaib—berusaha hidup normal, menyembunyikan identitas mereka sebagai makhluk abadi. Namun kedamaian itu runtuh saat simbol kuno bermunculan, memicu kekuatan gelap yang mengungkap kontrak iblis yang pernah mereka langgar demi cinta. Kemunculan Void, entitas haus kekacauan dari dimensi terlarang, memaksa mereka kembali ke dunia yang telah mereka tinggalkan—penuh rahasia kelam, pengkhianatan, dan batas antara kehidupan dan kematian. Di tengah ancaman kehancuran dari neraka dan dunia manusia, cinta mereka diuji oleh waktu dan takdir. Kini, mereka harus memilih: tunduk pada masa lalu yang mengikat, atau melawan untuk menciptakan masa depan yang tak pernah dijanjikan.

“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear. ‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered. I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises. ‘Good. I like it when you take it.’ God, I hated him. God, I wanted him to never let go.” A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER. They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue. But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours. He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it. He should be fighting for his life. Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate— “Please.”

Sensitive content I told you before Reading read at your own risk this is the first story I'm writing I hope you guys will enjoy it please please please if you're not above 18 and if you hate things like rape torture etc do not read I repeat do not read but for my darlings who love this type of books this is for you

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.