Mc Club Romance Books Novels & Stories

Ashley was taller than Ella, but Ella was still more beautiful. The club was 20 minutes away from their dorm. They took the bus as they chatted about things. The booming music greeted them when they walked inside the club. The sweaty grinding bodies waved to the rhythm of music, some horny people had their tongues plunging in the mouths of each other while some had their hands going berserker under their clothes. ''Two cosmos, please.'' Ella and Ashley took the seats in front of the bar.

“That’s the thing. Rich people rarely blame the matchmaker. Not with all the filthy secrets they are holding above each other’s heads. They focus on the symptom, not the cause.” “It’s the change we are talking about.” I smiled, finally piecing it together. “Our club will target clients who genuinely want to be in relationships. Not kids who are being forced by their parents.” “Rebels.” “Badasses.” We both burst into laughter. Hugo’s chest vibrated with a deep laugh which came to an abrupt stop.

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Well, that we will need to change, but first. “Princess, I need to take care of some business at the club. Are you going to come with me?” She only but frowns at me, “What sort of business are you doing at my club?” With a big rumble from my chest, I stop to turn and face her, “I love how you say it is your club.” “Yes,” she nods her head at me, “Just like this is my house. Now, what are you up to, Mr. Cruz?”

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Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Trapped Forever- A twisted Happily Ever After. Hope you enjoy reading!!

Our lips were almost touching. If I moved a little we will end up kissing. He brushed his lips on mine as my breath becomes heavier. I closed my eyes as his harsh breath kept on hitting my lips. But what he said next snapped my eyes open in shock. Damon: Be ready for the party. Your going to be introduce as a wife of Mafia king. Luciana Knight. Confusing her was his satisfaction. Satisfying himself was his habit. _______________________________________

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

The kind of music that sinks into your ribs. We step into the underground club, and it's a different world. The air is cooler, the lights darker, and bodies swaying so closely like they’ve forgotten that they ought to be different bodies. Down here, the outside doesn’t exist. Rome turns back to me, smiling like the devil’s own flame. “You drink tequila?” he asks, already leading me to the bar.