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"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -

My best friend breaks down and accuses me of skimming family shipments, which cost us billions. Without hesitation, my fiance, Don Scarpa Falcone, points a gun at me. The bullet grazes my ear. He sends me to prison himself, then gets engaged to my best friend instead. Before I'm taken away, the family butler begs him, "You raised her yourself. She's your fiancee. You can't just ruin her life like this!" "Break the rules, and pay in blood," he says, polishing his gun. "As for her future, I'll decide that later." Five years later, I walk out of prison. The entire Falcone family is waiting at the gate with him, as if my freedom were a handout. "Looks like you've learned your lesson. It's time to return and get back to work. Don't do anything stupid again," he says. I ignore him and walk straight to the stretch Lincoln behind him. The door opens. Chris Corleone, the king of the Aurelian underworld, raises his glass to me. "Welcome back, partner."

"You think I'll let you go, sweetheart?” He caught the gun from her effortlessly and spun her in his arms, holding her captive once again as he chuckled into her ear, tilting her chin up with the barrel of the gun. “I clipped your wings for a reason. There’s no way back once you enter my world.” *** When an unfortunate incident in the family brings Matsyaa Rathore into the land of the royals, the last thing she expects is catching the eye of the notorious crown prince and becoming his untamed fantasy. His obsession has turned her life into a nightmare. Control slips out of her hands and she finds herself trapped in twisted games of power. To end this madness, she does everything to resist him, challenge him and fight him. Just about all she must not be doing. They say Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is God for his people, and this time, the ‘God’ wants Matsyaa—all for himself. Amidst building tension and deep-rooted hatred, will Matsyaa be able to free herself from the dangerous royals, or will Ranvijay capture her for the rest of her life in his mystical lair?

“You’re mine, and mine only,” Dominic growled as he pinned me to the wall. The cold nozzle of his gun traced the curve of my cleavage, making me suck in a deep breath. “If any man so much as looks at you the wrong way, I’ll blow his fucking brains out. Is that clear?” “Yes, Dominic,” I yielded in a whisper, despite the voice in my head screaming at me not to, “I’m yours.” _____________ Mila Parker’s seemingly ordinary life spirals into a nightmare when she is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold to the Italian mob to settle his debts. Now, falling into the hands of Dominic Silvetti, the ruthless don of the Italian mafia, she is roped into a world of danger, power and desire like she has never seen before. Dominic is a man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is Mila, body and soul. No matter how hard she fights, Mila is unable to resist the pull of the man determined to consume her whole. But as she tastes more of the darkness in Dominic’s world, Mila is left to decide; Completely submit to the ruthless mafia king or run for the hills and never look back?

“Where’s the ring?” "Huh?" She pulled her hand back. “I asked, Where’s the ring?” Chris repeated the question, staring at his fiancée with displeasure. “It’s at the office. Since I have to wash coffee cups often, I took it off and put it away. I was afraid it might get worn out.” Her answer made Chris feel slightly relieved. "If you take off that ring again, I’ll take it as you ending our engagement. No games." "I’m not breaking off the engagement. I just took off the ring to keep it safe." “Then put it on. Right now.” Chris’s glare was unwavering, his words almost a command. "Alright, alright," she muttered in protest, reached into her bag, took out her ring, and put it on. Then she turned her hand to show him.

After surviving from the hands of a deadly group when the boy who was supposed to kill her decided to spare her life, Stelle pledged to be loyal to the woman who sheltered her. Ni minsan ay walang hiniling ang Suprema sa nakalipas na sampung taong nasa poder siya nito. She was spoiled with all the luxury in life as long as she's learning everything to be the deadliest player once the Sumprema needs her to enter the game already. Ngunit nang dumating ang araw na kinailangan na niyang kalabitin ang gatilyo at simulan ang kanyang paglalaro, muling magku-krus ang kanilang landas ng taong pinag-utangan niya noon ng kanyang buhay. The gun was fired. His beloved had died. And Emeraudo was brokenhearted because of the woman he decided to save before. Will the deceiver deceive his own heart for her? O sa kabila ng maiinit na gabi at nakadadarang na pakiramdam, sisingilin pa rin siya nito sa pagkakasalang nagawa niya rito? R18 ROMANCE STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG READERS.

Reader's discretion is advised, this book shouldn't be read by anyone below the age of 18 as it contains sexual perverseness, gun violence, and strong language. "In your eyes, I see the entirety of paradise, from your soul I want to drink from, eternally, as I thrust my big wand between your long towers". "Jessica Gaucho, the daughter of a dangerous American mob boss. Everyone admired her beauty, she was the talk of every young man in her neighbourhood. At nineteen, she had a perfect figure and striking grey eyes, just like her father's but the fear of her father made it hard for young men to approach her because they knew how much father cherished and was ready to kill anyone that dared approach her. Jessica looked kind-hearted and carried herself well, but she was also known as a top assassin and seductress in the underworld of crime. Her looks caught the attention of both men and women, including Alberto, the son of her father's business partner. Alberto, heir to the Italian Mafia, was known for his ruthlessness. He had a cold heart with no feelings. But everything changed when he met Jessica. He felt drawn to her, and he couldn't resist the temptation."

Book 1 in Russo Series. Loud gun shots echoed all around in the huge mansion. Cold bodies lying unalive on the floor as we walked over those bodies to find her. "Damn! She really is a killing machine." I heard Lorenzo's voice ringing in my ear through the earpiece. He is right. She is a killing machine. The amount of dead bodies we crossed and the way blood is splattered on the floor like water proves it. "Nic behind you!" Shawn warned me in urgency and I turned behind to look at the same girl I fell in love with, heading towards me, blood painting her face. --- Nicolas Russo, is the leader of the black market auction. He owns half of the Italy and people quiver in their boots at the mention of his name. But, a swirling storm, with a name Zyra Lavender stole something very precious to him. It was the audacity of her later on, to go and live right in his mansion with him. She overestimated herself when she thought that she can go on after messing with a man like him. Nicolas does not do forgiveness. He chases, catches, kills and cleans. Now, we have to see, how far can Zyra run? Thank You For Reading.

You never really know if it's dark or if you're actually blind till the blindfold is removed. Niamh Cross's marriage to Caspian Blackwell, the man of her dreams, was going well till she allowed her desperate and homeless cousin, Isla, to come live with them. It started slowly at first, from telling her he wanted them to have separate rooms to denying her access to his room. But it didn't take long for the blindfold to be removed and Niamh saw everything that had been happening under her very nose, in a house bought with her own money. She did what any sane woman would do and with a gun aimed at his head, she forced him into signing both divorce papers and transfer of funds to her name. Caspian didn't know what he had lost till his wife completely left his life and he became miserable. When he found her again at an event, he held her wrist and asked her to come back. But she was with another man already. She looked at him like he was a nuisance and said, "Get down on your knees and beg."

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.