Playboy Bloods Novels & Stories

The golden-blue runes along the blade flared brilliantly, casting a stark, commanding light across the dark trees. ​The mercenaries panicked, scrambling for their weapons, but Dave’s vanguard closed the trap from all sides with ruthless, disciplined efficiency. Two outlaws lunged at Dave with spiked iron clubs, but with a swift, calculated pivot, Dave used the flat of his broadsword to disarm them, sending both men crashing hard into the dirt.

Monsters only rise when the bait is willingly set. But in chaos this unruly, the first casualty is almost never the intended one. * Twelve hours after Victor Salvatore handed down his decree, the East Coast underworld shuddered. Like a kingdom that had lost its queen. Secret lines crackled to life. Men in black suits moved through dark corridors, spreading a name that should have stayed buried fifteen years ago. Isabella Moretti. A ghost demanding the stage again. Now the most expensive quarry in the shadow trade.

TRIGGER WARNINGS BLOODPLAY PISSPLAY BONDAGE CUMPLAY [Do not bitch about whatever sexual preference I have for my characters. There are kinks, and yes, my leads have some twisted kinks. For your sanity, my loves, skip if you cannot handle it. I do not want a boring, criticizing, piss and moan comment about my book. XOXO, TOXIC A.] THEO

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

I can't think straight. I do know that if what's he's telling me is true he's basically asking me to run his pack with him. My brain starts spinning, seeing everything I've ever read on shifters since they surfaced in the world. I remember an article I've read about the human gene mutation and how wolfs were know to kill their human partners because of bias views. That rate is especially higher with alphas.

. And I realized one day, I was in love with him and I couldn't believe I would fall for someone like him. I thought it would never happen to me. But I was wrong, mama. He made my day complete and he's the reason of my happiness. I was afraid, but he's always there for me. I thought he's not caring, but I was wrong too. Until one day, I found out the reason why he became a playboy and he'd hurt a lot of women. The woman who was his first love broke his heart. She cheated on him. It was really hard for him to accept the truth. He wanted revenge against his ex-girlfriend, but he can't do it. So he decided to start hurting women just to feel that he had a revenge against his ex-girlfriend. He b

She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood. Oh no! This bitch didn’t just say that. “Do you need help fixing your loose screws? Because I’d be happy to help. I’m sure you’ve seen just how helpful I can be,” I said sarcastically, with disdain laced in my voice. If you enter a lion’s den, you already know there’s a probability that he will draw blood. But this is different; she entered my den, hit me, and did it right inside my den. As much as I hated violence, one thing I would never do is let a girl live with the satisfaction that I feared her. Never! It was always my call to make, not the other way around, and certainly not from this stupidly brazen girl.

R18 content ahead! TW: Sexual assault// Abuse // Violence “F*ck f*ck f*ck!” “How can I not see that this bastard is stalking Leila?!” “What else did he do with her…?” It’s already midnight, a perfect way to discreetly confirm his suspicions.

Something bloomed. He still teased. I still blushed. But now, the world called him Dr. Rathore. I just called him mine. And that was the end of our story. The end of Playboy vs LoveGuru. I am glad that I sought help from the love guru to make the playboy fall for me.

"When I show you, what do I get in return?" He sunk his fingers into my waist and pulled my body upwards to his chest. His chest is thrice my brother's own, I feel pity for my lil bro already "What you get in return" And his voice is way deeper than usual "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine too" Something inside me sparked at his words. If I show him my naughty side, he shows me his side too. I wanna get to see my playboy boss in action.