Nadia Russian Doll

"She is a fool. It was as easy as fucking." Lucien smirked and my heart started to pound heavily against my chest, especially when he began advancing towards me with murderous intent. What was going on? What did they mean by their words? "L-Lucien, why is she h-here?" I choked as he reached forward to grab me by the neck. Malia laughed as I struggled to breathe, my airways being blocked as Lucien tightened his grip on my neck. He raised me up over the cliff and I was dangling in the air, a feeling of dread going through me as I could see my death. I kicked and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to let me go when he flung me against the nearest tree hard. I coughed blood as I crashed into the tree heavily, my body hurting as I collapsed to the floor. I tried to talk but my mouth felt too heavy, my eyes widening in disbelief as I watched Lucien bring out a sharp knife. He opened my mouth and brought out my tongue while Malia kept laughing, pointing at me with a smug look on her face. I was still confused. What was going on? Was Lucien being controlled? "I reject you, Nadia, as my mate and future Luna," He growled as he sliced my tongue off.

“Rule No. 1 – sex is off the table” He looked at me, a certain darkness clouding his eyes that only brewed lust and desire “Don't worry doll, I'm not going to touch you, not unless you beg me to” Five years ago, Helena De Luca is divorced by her husband, Dante D'angelo, when his high school sweetheart returned and claimed his heart. Now, Helena’s back, not for rekindled romance but for survival. Her family's empire is under siege, and the only way to protect it is to strike a dangerous deal with the man she once called her own. Dante agrees to help—but there's only one way: a fake marriage. Helena's reluctance turns to desperation when the rival gangs close in, forcing her to accept. She sets one rule—no falling in love. The stakes are high and complications arise in the form of Dante's manipulative cousin Matteo, who's determined to tear them apart to have Helena for himself no matter what it takes. To make matters worse, Dante’s first love is back, determined to destroy Helena's life and claim Dante for herself. Their worlds entangle, a dark sinful attraction festering between Dante and Helena and getting caught in a dirty game of lust, dark desires tainted with betrayal and manipulation. Would Helena be able to withstand the demands of falling for a man as dangerous or would she give in to the pressures of those who want them apart?

Disclaimer- This is a dark bully romance (18+) She is their doll, They are the predators and she is their prey, Their Perfect muse. ************************************************************** Broken, despised, and humiliated by everyone, including her parents and sister, Renee, the blind Omega suffers a lot of mistreatment and is treated as a slave despite being the daughter of her adoptive parents. Renee further gets heartbroken when she catches her sister cheating with the only boy whom she thought loved her and was worth living for. Her life takes a different turn when she is mated to the triplets Alphas who were on a mission of revenge, to make her life miserable over something that happened in the past. To worsen things, she gets chosen to attend the same school with the same triplets nicknamed the Alpha Devils who are bent on bullying her and she Isn't even allowed to reject them. What would the triplet Alphas do when they find out that they had been wrong about her all their lives, would they be able to put the past aside and love her as their mate? Would Renee forgive them and accept them as mates despite everything they did to her or would she just reject them all no matter how much they grovel and despite the sexual tension between them? In the Elites Arts High School, trust would be broken, loyalty would be tested, secrets would be revealed and betrayal would prevail. Or would love prevail despite the odds?

​"Your father doesn’t own you anymore, Velvet… I do. Every breath. Every moan. Every dripping inch of you. ​I’ve spent years dreading the return of the Wolf. ​To the world, Xavier Mattoe is my stepbrother. To me, he is the predator who has been stalking me from the shadows since I was a child. Now that I’m eighteen, the game of cat and mouse is over. ​When the Bratva storms our gala, the mask finally slips. My father didn't just lose his money; he sold my soul to settle a debt. But Xavier has a different contract. One signed in ink, blood, and a "Velvet" obsession that borders on insanity. ​He’s taller, darker, and more dangerous than any Russian hitman. And he has a choice for me: The gun or the ring. ​I thought I wanted to be free. But as the world burns around us, I’m starting to realize that the only thing more terrifying than being Xavier's prisoner... is wanting to stay. ​He is the villain of my story, and I am his filthy little secret READY To BURN FOR YOUR STEPBROTHER?💋 (One click and you’ll never escape his touch.)

"You've been a naughty girl, Davinia" I smirk. "Why don't you punish me then" "Don't tempt me Anís" "Tie me down" ° ° ° ° ° To rule is one thing, To be a powerful ruler is another. Davinia Jewels Lucchese, popularly known as "Veleno" for her ways of punishment is deadly and poisonous. An Italian female boss who has been leading the mafia since she clocked eighteen, she is not only known for deadly punishment but for her power, discipline and authority. Davina was brought up to rule the mafia with an iron fist and a cold heart. A female boss who thinks with her head and not her heart. ° Rolan Niklavo Dimitri a powerful, heartless, Merciless and arrogant Russian mafia leader whose childhood was nothing but pain, suffering and shame. Although Rolan claims not to ever fall in love for his heart has been stolen by his childhood lover, wife and mother of his unborn child who was butchered in cold blood and sent to him as a gift on his birthday. What happens when the cold hearted Davinia and the aloof ruthless Rolan find their selves in a marriage of convenience. Will Rolan be able to find love again? Will Davinia allow herself to fall in love with Rolan?

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

CARLOS: Will she wake up if I wrap her hand around my length? My vision tunnels and I move closer to her spread legs. I’m fisting myself faster, my heart tightening in my chest. I throw my head back when the wave hits me & my cum spills onto her inner thigh. I watch it soak into the center of her cunt. She stirs but doesn't wake. Instead a beautiful word slips from her full lips "Carlos... " The word brings me to my knees. "Dreaming of your prey, pretty doll?".......................................... This is a STALKER xSTALKER DARK ROMANCE. MUTUAL OBSESSION. "Thalia Easton has one goal: kill the Don who murdered her parents. But while she’s been stalking him from the shadows, she doesn't realize he’s been breaking into her apartment and watching her sleep. Things take a different turn the night she disguises as a man to enter his VIP CLUB. Now, the hunter refuses to play the captive, even as she is bound to the side of the man she was trained to destroy. Falling for each other isn't just a betrayal, it's a death sentence. TRIGGER WARNINGS BOTH: Stalking & Surveillance Wet dreams Graphic vio lence Weapons & Threats Privacy|Home invasion MMC Somnophilia Voyeurism ＦＭＣ Mur der & Poisoning Gory mur der board Questionable morals

I fell asleep in my fated mate Alpha Zane’s office. When I woke up, a magical seal was branded on my face. “Blackmoon Pack’s Slut.” And there was Dahlia, Zane’s new omega assistant. She held an Alpha’s seal, a taunting smirk on her face. “Why is a porcelain doll like you meddling in pack business?” she sneered. “You should just stay in your castle and be the pretty little trophy you are.” My wolf snarled, ready to crush her with my aura. But just as a vase flew at her head, Zane was suddenly there. He shielded her with his own body, his own Alpha power flaring to meet mine. He scowled at me, his voice tight with fury. “Dahlia was just playing a prank. Don’t be so dramatic.” But my eyes locked on the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck, where she was nestled in his arms. There it was. A fresh bite mark. And it reeked of him. Dahlia let out a contented purr, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “My Alpha knows I never attended the academy, and I was getting so bored. So to entertain me, he let me play with his Alpha’s sigil to practice creating magical marks.” She giggled. “I was just playing a little game with the princess. You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.