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He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

Is she evil? And what oath did Damien take when he was at the brink of death? Is it connected to the spell?? How did he survive? Will he ever love Alisha again? 🌹MY MASTER & I🌹💦 💦🌹 Season 2🌹 Episode 1💦🌹 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: DARK & LONELY .. Heavy wind blew across the horizon, sending chills into the spines of the inhabitants of Earth. The demon queen walked majestically and sternly around the dark axis of the black Moore kingdom,with a lonely heart.

It will be the second book. Thankyou for supporting me. You can check out my other two books here and also on Dreâme a.pp by A. Gupta, if you're interested in Dark Romance and Anti heroes. @Gupta

I hope you all will look forward to that soon. I will write Mistress , Dark desires ,Whisper to me. But it will be updated slowly. Spoiler: Mysterious stripper : it's basically stripper doll. I changed the plot a bit. It will be a dark romance along with a thriller content . (Isabelle bell, Jack Smith) Mistress: it's going to be a very dark book with a hot romance session, I hope you all will enjoy the plot. The women will have a very dark feminine character here. Poisonous love; one of my favourite book. Billionaire love story and love triangle included. Basically a " love " series. It will have 2 books. Please do give it so much love. ( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden.)

I was about to give the beast within me free rein but before I could do that,I heard arguments at the gate leading to the dungeons. I decided to pay it no mind because no intruder could come into my house. I was the most powerful Don for a reason. I continued on my mission of removing his fingers and listening to his cry of pain. It felt therapeutic. I heard the sound of boots clicking. I turned back to glance at the person who dared to interrupt what I thought of as my therapy session. I looked back only to see the most beautiful sight ever. This sight had no words to describe it. I looked back to see Adrianna,the soon to be Reyna of the Italian Mafia unbeknownst to her, strutting in dresse

ADRIAN'S POV The space between Ryder and Adrian is charged, heavy with the kind of static that raises the hair on the back of the neck. They stand inches apart, close enough that the heat radiating from their bodies blurs into a single, suffocating source. Ryder’s breath fans against Adrian’s mouth, warm and uneven, smelling faintly of mint and the lingering trace of adrenaline. Adrian’s heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that makes his chest ache. He stares into Ryder’s eyes, searching for a lie, but finds only a chaotic swirl of longing, desperation, and a crushing guilt that doesn’t belong to a crime he committed.

ADRIAN It was peaceful not seeing Lucas all week. But that peace lasted shorter than I wanted. Unfortunately, I was hit with the heavy reminder that some places carried memories whether you wanted them to or not. Like right now. As I stepped into a place that reminded me of Lucas. The moment I stepped through the entrance of Eclipse, I regretted agreeing to come. Music pulsed through the dimly lit bar, the heavy bass vibrating beneath my feet. Purple and blue lights swept lazily across the room, painting everything in shifting colors. Laughter rose above the music in bursts, mixing with the clinking of glasses and the occasional conversation.

I whispered back, my voice trembling with emotion. We didn’t move. Neither of us did. We simply stayed there, breathing in unison, feeling the storm’s chaos around us and yet apart from it, locked in that fragile moment where nothing else mattered. Slowly, I turned in his arms, instinct guiding me. His hands clenched slightly, an unconscious instinct, yet he didn’t let go. Our faces were inches apart, rain streaming between us, the storm’s fury a distant echo. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. His eyes, their usual warmth now darker, sharper, held something intense, something I couldn’t quite name. Beneath the darkness, I saw a flicker of gold, faint but unmistakable.

I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and let the weight of everything crash over me. I could not continue like this. Not anymore. Every night I spent chasing ShadowKing was another night I betrayed the second chance Aunt Dolores had fought to give me. I had stolen from a lycan emperor, rebuilt myself inside these convent walls, and still I kept crawling back to the same darkness that had ruined my mother. Drake had shown me what happened when you gave everything to a creature who could fly away. My mother had loved a wolf who chose a younger mate and left her heart in pieces. I refused to become another grave marker in that story.

Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎