Lovely But Lethal Novels & Stories

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

I lifted the champagne flute to my lips and took a sip on it as I held my gazes to the grinning eligible man approaching my way. His hair neatly combed backward and nicely waxed. His suit was immaculately clean and straight while his shoes were blinding everyone who would look down on it. Lorenzo Gomez. The topnotch business magnate who runs the Gomez Empire. Named as the most elusive bachelor in town. The person who makes and breaks anyone at the same time. The man of the hour. Everyone believed he had everything. And that included me.

Maleck's pov Love was a phenomenal woman, indeed. She was a true alpha, a strong woman. She was one of the strongest lycans I'd seen. Despite being tortured, she managed to kill the witch. She didn't flinch when she held the dagger with magic and wolfsbane. I couldn't even hold the dagger for five seconds. The way she killed the dark witch was so satisfying to watch. I found it sexy. I even had a boner. I closed Damisha's petrified eyes and picked Love from the ground. I headed to the packhouse.

⚠️⚠️ Author Note ⚠️⚠️ Hello everyone. This is the last chapter of The Lovable daughter. I would like to thank all of you for the amazing support and the amazing reviews. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram. The Heir Mafia boss is already ongoing. It is the third book of The shark mafia boss. It is Gabriel’s story. Amelia is still a secondary character in that book. I hope you enjoyed The Lovable daughter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment's, violence, crime and language use, sexual intercourse. Authors Note: Listen to Lover by Taylor Swift for realistic Feelings. Following him to the bed that was there I could feel butterflies in my stomach, my nerves made my body vibrate at the thought of being with such a gentleman. He pulls me close and kisses my jawline and caresses my back. José: “if you are nervous my love, we can wait till we are out of here.”

Noah walked up behind Alexander and took a look below at the large group of people and also the man still attempting to break through the gate, he couldn’t control the anger he felt towards the group below, the world hasn’t gone to shit yet and people are already coveting things that belongs to his beloved; he felt himself sinking into his anger and felt it slowly morph to the need to kill, his senses fading away and only one thought repeatedly going through his mind; kill, kill, kill, kill. Alexander was getting ready to address the idiots below when he felt the hairs on the back of his head standing up, he slowly turned to look at his lover who seemed as if he was in a trance, his eyes col

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.