**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

The moment his eyes lands on her, he's all determined to make her his. He gets and keeps her against her will. But what he doesn't know is that, there's someone else out there, lurking in the shadows who has his eyes on her, and an ulterior motive too... What happens when two psychopaths cross paths? Who is going to win and who is going to lose? However, the person who suffers and loses the most is the innocent soul who never thought that her life would turn into a living hell. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Mature content, Physical abuse, Self-harm, Sexual assault, Gross torture and many more.... Note: Draft version, will be edited soon.

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. "Please take me home" I no longer felt like going to work I didn't want my patient to see me devastated and terrified. After a few minutes we reached my apartment as I was about to get out he locked the doors I shivered feeling him turn towards me by now my eyes were glossy. I slowly turned to look at him the smell of blood was painted on him the tears rolled down my cheeks his thick thumb wiped them away my body was shaking I was terrified of this man when his skin made contact with mine my body tingled with a foreign emotion, I looked up at his eyes letting him touch me afraid he would kill me if I moved. "Goodnight my Queen" I shivered at the title he had given me, I was scared to the bone and I was not about to argue with him while he had a taste for blood the look in his eyes told me he still wanted more when he entered the car earlier on. He tenderly kissed my forehead lingering as my heart exploded I waited patiently and shut my eyes praying for him to remove his lips from my skin so I could go home. He finally did and when he unlocked the car doors I jumped out and hurried to my apartment not looking back at the devil in the car. I finally reached my apartment panting and shut the door sliding down my door crying hysterically, I could still feel his cold lips on me. What did I just witness tonight. What did I get myself into. I was scared of the future because I knew surely he would be back to check on his Queen. Highest Rankings #1 in Dark Romance. #1 in Possessive. #1 in Crazy. #1 in Dark Love. #1 in Psycho. © 2016 MCU, All rights reserved.

Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving. Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it. Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other? Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much. And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous. But so am I. The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it. Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option. Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into. She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good. But my body tells me it's not bad, either. I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me. My heart's made of stone. It always has been. So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near? 17 Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

"𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵" "No?" he questioned as her eyes flew open and she nodded. "It wasn't an option baby" he whispered as he placed a kiss on her thin neck, making her shiver and clutch onto his suit "When I say something you do it" "N-No" her answer wavered and his grip on her jaw tightened. He noticed a small adhesive bandage on her neck from when the knife dug at her skin yesterday. His thumb caressed the spot as her heartbeat quickened "See" his eyes met hers "I didn't even touch you yesterday, but you already have a bruise. What do you think will happen when I finally make you mine?" She gulped hard but refused to give up to a person who was practically a stranger to her "I'm not yours" she breathed out. "Again, not an option baby" ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ Abigor Hayes, the mafia feared by nations. He was known for committing every single crime that the world has known, but never getting caught for it. Being the current head of the powerful Hayes family, no one could even touch him. What happens when the Mafia King attends the annual ball and meets Aria Leighton, a woman with unearthly beauty and magic in her fingers? He now wanted what he shouldn't have, but are things really as simple as Aria makes them seem to be?

I stepped into the doorway, turning back to look at him as he tucked his hands into his navy blue jean's pockets. Despite my obvious insecurity, I leaped against my timidity, asking, "Will I ever see you again?" There I was, standing with the door wide open before a man that I didn't know, begging that he'd say that he'd be interested in seeing me again some day. After a brief moment's silence, he stepped toward me, closing the short distance between us. The knuckle of his index finger gently lifted my chin, the pad of his thumb brushing the shadow beneath my lips. My heart fluttered in my chest, my eyes drawn to his compelling ones as he murmured, "I'm dangerous, doll. I'd do you good if I stayed away." I should've left it alone. I should've listened and shut the door, but I didn't. I couldn't. ~the Mafia's Mercy~ She saw it happen, but she was smart enough to pretend she didn't. She understood why it happened. She understood why it had to happen. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her brother. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew her life was set to change forever. The Mafia doesn't kill your parents and leave witnesses behind. How do they make the best use of them? When they're adolescents, they don't dispose of them. Instead, he plans, nurtures, and when he's ready, he exploits.

"Don't move." His dark eyes narrowed slightly as suddenly, he strode and grabbed her wrist, taking advantage of her current state. She stood, her one arm striving in his hold and the other arm tightly clutching the robe, against her exposed chest. "These futile attempts aren't going to work." His thick low voice was unexpectedly soft that it sent tantalizing chills down her spine and her back went stiff as she still tried to push him to let her go, but he didn't budge. As she looked up from her wrist to his face, his lips itched themselves into a cool smile. His predatory essence fortified and grew intense as he drew her closer, making her soft chest crashed to his firm and solid one while she sought to have the robe on herself, by any means. His one leg was between her legs as his hand slid to her thighs. His fingertips trailed on her soft skin, enjoying the feeling of the warmness her body provided, despite being in the water. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that they could actually feel that crave driving them insane? He said he had always loved me, madly. From the outside, he was a dangerously attractive man. But from inside, he was a sinfully lethal and merciless monster. To keep me, he has committed uncountable sins. He chopped, and tamed the wings of my freedom, caging me in his Paradise. He completely ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ◀ | DARK ROMANCE / DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

This story is about a girl who catches the eyes of a dangours gang leader. Started when i was really young so may majorly edit the beginning.🙃 read at your own risk. Dark romance forced proximity Updated weekly Wednesday Smut containing chapters will have 🔥 in title His rough, husky breath whispered in my ear, "Now, what's a girl like you doing at a time like this?" I refused to answer him as I continued to try and break out of his iron-like grip. "Let me go," I whispered breathlessly. I felt the vibration of his laugh on my back. "Now, why would I do that little one? You're mine." ''Wh-what n-n-no you're not let me go now," I said as I dug my fingernails into his forearms. His calm composure was gone as he slammed my body against a nearby wall. I whimpered lightly. He responded roughly. "I'm not going to say this again, little one. You are testing my patience. I'm not afraid to put you in your place. You aren't leaving me; you are mine!!! Do I make myself clear?!!!" I felt tears stream down my face as I responded with a nob. He didn't seem pleased with this "answer with your words, dammit," he screamed. "Yeah, I understand, I said shakily. He smiled at me, brought his lips up to my check, and kissed me. "Okay, let's go, "he said with a light smile, grabbing my hand in an iron-like grip. A car stopped near me, and he opened the door, trying to pull me in. I quickly came to the realization what was happening, and I ran away from him. However, he easily caught me and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded my fist against his back. It seemed to unfase him as he threw me, closed the door, and looked hard at me. I sank down at his glare. "Go, Andrew," the strange man called out. After a while, his anger seemed to dial down, and he then sighed, running his hand through his brown hair.

[𝐌𝐈𝐓 • 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏] He managed to make a sane eighteen-year-old INSANE. ~ He was fascinated by her. And he wanted to make her fascinated about him, so he played a game with her. Messed with her mind in ways he shouldn't have. The catch: he was the only one that knew the rules. Note: The Main Male Character in this book has mental issues regarding Child Abuse, Trauma, and Mental Abuse. I wanted to give a reason WHY he would be a psycho. (MIT Series • Book 1 ) ( First Draft | Editing Offline ) ( Mature Audiences Only ) ( Trigger Warnings Inside ) ( Completed: Dec 12th, 2021 ) Copyright © 2021 Dylan Crown. All Rights Reserved.