Marinette Dress

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

Sriste parkar ,24 year old.. is a sweet bt serious girl.She has been in relationship for 6 year with her bestfriend Albert Alistano.He is so much caring about her.she is e bubbly girl.She belived that she have to give her varginty after her marriage and Albert don't have any problem in this. River Romano ,29 year old ...is a arrogent , cold, ruthless businessman in los angles..he has some power to control the full los angeles.he is smoking hot guy..all girls are drooling over him ..he dosn't give a damn..he belived in love bt don't want be loved.. what would happened when he see a girl in yellow dress in airport ..only her back makes him crazy..he can't even find her because she isn't belong to this country....he meet her after a long search and made her to break up with her love ...and made her his wife ... How will sriste react when she found out her dad is in danger..and in front of her love she have to marry a obssessive crazy person. When he wants to come close to her...she can"t even deny him...because he gave threat to her.... After thair wedding she is able to fall for him after some time .....and turned him a sweet loving person..his love was dengerous .... WARNING: the story has mature content..... 《THIS STORY FROM MY PERSONAL IMAGINATION...DONT COPY IT PLEASE...》

You are mine now! The sooner you get used to that fact, the better its gonna be for you." "I belong to no one but myself." Nicole cried, but the terrifying mafia man only laughed. "I guess we'll have to see about that."  Nicole Meyer was the only daughter of Christopher Meyer, a heartless and ruthless man whose only concern was fame, wealth and power, and he was willing to sacrifice everything to aquire those things, even at the expense of his own daughter. He had just decided to marry her off to one of his friends for a business alliance, but Nicole decided that she would rather die than marry that man. She was also tired and frustrated of living like a slave in her own father's house so on the day of her wedding, she escaped in her white dress and tried to end it all, but she was rescued by a man whom she later discovered was the head of a dangerous mafia chain. "You were going to end it anyway so clearly you didn't have any need to live. I rescued you so now your life belong to me and i'm going to do with it as i damn well please." "Please don't hurt me." Nicole begged, her lips quivering. "Hurt you?" The man asked. "And just why would i do that when you are the very thing i've been searching for?" "I...i..am?" She stamerred in confusion. "Of course you are darling." He replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are going to be my bride and the one that is going to producd me an heir."

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised. This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, dark romantic elements, and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences(18+). Proceed with caution.] He placed a hand on my leg, and my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened. His hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside. A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation. Several heads turned toward me. “Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern. My face burned with embarrassment. “Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked. “I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé’s female best friend, Marisol Vance, sent me a set of photos. In the photos, she wore the custom haute couture wedding gown I had commissioned, leaning into Lucian Drake’s arms, with a caption meant to provoke me: [Borrowing your groom and your dress for a moment—after all, Lucian said I look better in this than you do.] Soon after, my social feed was flooded with their so-called wedding photos. In the images, the two of them staged a mock kiss, the caption reading: [More than friends, not quite lovers. If we had been born ten years earlier, there would have been no place for anyone else.] I held up the photos and confronted Lucian, yet he played his game indifferently, then tossed his phone aside, his face full of impatience. “I told you, it was just for fun—a way to commemorate our youth. Can you stop acting like a shrew? She was just diagnosed with depression. What’s wrong with me comforting her?” Looking at his self-righteous expression, I smiled. “Fine. Since your bond is so unbreakable, I won’t play the villain.” That very night, I drafted a withdrawal agreement and halted the arrangements I had been making with a top-tier overseas medical team for his mother. “The wedding is off. Don’t expect me to keep patching up your bankrupt company, and don’t expect me to save your mother either. “Your youth is precious—I hope you can afford to pay the price to keep it so.”

I felt his breath on my neck as he pinned me down. "Take off your clothes." He commanded as his eyes devoured every part of my body. I could read his mind, I know he couldn't stop picturing me naked, my legs parted open and him between them and giving me the best fuck of my life. I was afraid, my hands holding on tightly to my clothes as though my entire life depended on it. "I….I …. can't." I whispered sheepishly, avoiding all possible eye contact with him. "Are you trying to tell me you're a virgin?" He scoffed, trailing a kiss down my spine and I shivered to his gentle touch." "Are you?" He pulled me to his body in a fleet,and raised his brows, His stare, intense while he teased me. I was embarrassed. My hands were already at the hem of my dress as I was ready to obey my master's orders. ****************************** Love at first sight isn't always what it seems as Charles falls for an ordinary girl. He finally finds love after all these years and would do anything to have her all to himself. Things take a drastic turn when he discovers that she's one of those who seek his downfall. He comes up with a plan, a scheme to kill two birds with one stone. A plan to have both what he wants. One wants the heart, while the other wants revenge. Will love prevail? Or will hatred win?

I needed this. I need to let go. She thought as she tried to justify her sexual feelings towards the sexy beast tangled to her body. "Stop me..." Matteo whispered harshly in her ear, but she was moaning to his kisses and was letting him take off her dress as he lay her down to the bed. He groaned when he saw her slender body which strangely aroused him more than those voluptuous stripper bodies that he had grown accustomed to. "Amara, baby..." ***** She's the daughter of one of the most influential families in the world. She grew up as one of the richest trust fund kids, and she lives a very lavish and luxurious lifestyle. But what people didn't know was the truth of her bloodline. She's the love child, of one of the richest men in the world. She was daddy's little princess. All three of her biological brothers, the true heir of her father's wealth hated her. His wife, her fake mom despised her, never acknowledge her existence unless it was for social occasions. ...... This is a story about the richest, deception, love, humor, hate, heartbreak, and all the drama you can fit into a book. Follow me, find out who's the lucky guy who gets to live his ever after with our madame billionaire. And for all of you who has been stalking on our townies... Take a wild guess, who knows, you might be right ....... *Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

Our Pack followed an ancient law: if a she-wolf wasn't bonded by the age of 23, the Pack had the right to assign her a mate, regardless of her will. Felix is my childhood sweetheart and fated mate, the Alpha of the Moonclaw Pack. But he postponed our bonding ceremony and is holding a mating ceremony with an Omega first, all because of that law. Felix pitied Omega, Valentina, who was already 22, afraid she would be matched with a bad mate. But he seemed to forget that after waiting for him for 5 years, I would turn 23 next month. My mother and I begged him to reconsider our mating ceremony only to be met with Felix's dilemma attitude: "You've waited this many years, what's a little longer?" "Besides me, who else would choose Valentina? Clara, you still have parents, but Valentina is poor, she only has me." "Please wait, after the mate bond ceremony with Valentina, I'll break it and then bond with you." Later, in order to prevent me from bonding with a slave, my mother hurriedly chose a mate for me. Coincidentally, my mate bond ceremony and Felix and Valentina's mate bond ceremony were on the same day. On the day I was being taken off in a luxury car, I passed by Felix handing him ceremonial flowers. When he saw me, he suddenly shifted into a wolf and blocked the car insane. Even after being hit and vomiting blood, he stared intensely at me and asked why I was wearing a wedding dress…

Antonette met Lucas noong gabi ng eighteenth birthday niya at mula noon, hindi na siya naka-recover. Ninong niya ito sa binyag, pero hindi na 'yon ang tumatak sa isip niya. The way he looked at her that night. The way he smiled, like he saw something she didn’t even know she had. Pati ‘yung pagkakasabi niya na ang ganda niya sa suot niyang dress, tumatak sa utak niya. His deep voice. His body under that sleek black suit. Lahat ng ‘yon, hindi niya makalimutan kahit limang taon na ang lumipas. Matagal siyang nagkunwaring okay lang. She tried to forget. Pero sa bawat saglit na naaalala niya si Lucas, may apoy na nabubuhay sa loob niya. She wanted him. Badly. Lagi niya itong napapanaginipan, hinahawakan siya nito sa paraan na hindi niya kailanman aaminin sa iba. Pero panaginip lang lahat. At bawat paggising niya ay punong-puno siya ng frustration. Then dumating ang chance. Umalis ang parents niya for a six-month business trip at sa bahay ni Lucas siya pansamantalang tumira. Her Ninong. The man she had no right to want but couldn’t stop thinking about. This time ay hindi na siya uurong. She was going to seduce Lucas. Kahit gaano pa kamali iyon. Kahit may kapalit. And she won’t stop until her Ninong is hers.