Warning: This book is really dark, filled with imaginations of darkness you can can think of. If you're below the age of 18. I advise you that you read with discretion. He stared at me with cold, dark eyes. Pushing me against the wall with his hand around my throat, he growled, "Do you know the ways I could fuck the answer out of you? The things I could do to you, can you imagine it? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" His dark eyes were scary but the thought of fucking the truth out of me was entertaining, I replied confused and scared "No-, Nothing" Maximo, a scary-looking bulky guy and the leader of the most feared Mafia on earth fell victim to a prank which I do occasionally, especially to scary-looking people. It's like a test to know how much power I have as a woman but this time it went south as the man I decided to prank one rainy Friday night became a bone stuck in my throat for the rest of my days, I could not get him out. My lovely sharp bone. Aurora, a lovely girl, gentle on the outside but wild on the inside, plays men like cards but she can't to this man, Max Lucado. He was everything she wanted in a man
I was finally getting my chance to prove my worth in the family "business". To prove I can handle anything and make deals happen. That I would be a strong, reliable Boss, and fill my Papa's shoes once he handed it over to me. We were the strongest family along the East Coast. You name it, our hands were in it. Guns, drugs, clubs, restaurants, strip clubs, and the list goes on.
I had my first kill at 16. Now that I'm 25 I've lost count as the bodies piled up. My first kill though...The bastard thought he would snitch us out. Feeding info to the Latinos, in hopes of having Papa's assassinated.
I won't lie, I enjoyed watching the Bastard take his last breath as I twisted my knife through his heart. I live by one law and one law only...Don't betray me or my family.
So, here I am in Alabama, going to some bomb fucked town in hopes of talking some old fucker out of his land for next to nothing. Clear the land and Papa up another strip mall or some shit. Hopefully, he'll see things my way and I won't need to resort to less friendly tactics.
"Damn it's hotter than a motherfucker down here" I mumbled to myself as I blasted the ac on this piece of shit rental car I was given at the airport. Sure It gets hot in Chicago, but this heat here in the South is pure torture. Not to mention dodging potholes big enough to swallow my car.
I'd been traveling down this lone country road for miles now. Not a soul in sight. Pastures on either side. And that's when it happened.
It started off as a soft clanking that quickly grew to a vibrating bang. "What the fuck" I growled as I maneuvered the car to the side of the road where it finally died.
"Motherfucking great" I yelled smacking the steering wheel. I tried the ignition a few times, but all I got was the sound of a smoker's lung. popping the hood, I exited the car.
As I raised the hood, smoke boiled out. I fanned it away and took a look at the motor. I may as well have been looking at a chart of the human anatomy. What can I say...I'm the soon-to-be mob boss, not a fucking mechanic.
Grabbing my phone from the seat I went to search for a tow, but quickly realized I had no reception out here in the boondocks. Tossing my phone back down, I started to pace, thinking of my next move. I tried my phone a few more times and realized my only option was to trot my ass down this road until I found something.
I grabbed my duffel bag, opened my suitcase, and grabbed a few essentials. Grabbed my phone and almost empty water bottle and started my walk. Trust and believe this was no fucking yellow brick road and I sure the hell wasn't any Angelica....Maybe the Tin Man.
Twenty minutes into my walk I was drenched. My suit jacket draped over my shoulder, sleeves rolled up as far as they'd go, I mumbled "I must be in hell" as I loosened my tie and freed a few buttons.
As I was thinking of ways to kill the rental car fucktard a jeep came flying past me. It came to a screeching stop and I saw the reverse lights Papa on. Quickly I reached into the back of my waistband and took my gun off safety, just in case.
The jeep came to a stop beside me and I saw that it was two girls.
The driver smiled and spoke in a deep southern accent. "You need a lift?" I glanced at the passenger who was busy studying her nails and popping her gum in the most annoying way.
They seemed harmless enough and to be my only ticket out for now. "Well?" the driver asked bringing me out of my thoughts.
I pulled my eyes off the passenger and put on my famous panty-dropping smile. "I'm going to Montgomery."
"That's about an hour away, but we can take you to the closest town. You can get a room and start fresh in the morning." The driver replied.
"Oh no, no, no" I spat waving my hands, trying to keep my temper at bay. "I need to get there tonight."
"Sorry man, no can do. The only tow service in town closes at 5 p.m., with most everything else. And it's almost six now".
"Fuck" I groaned running my hands through my hair. "What kind of town closes at 5?!
I heard a loud sigh come from the passenger and looked her way. She turned toward me and looked over her knockoff shades. I was paralyzed as I met with the bluest eyes ever. Penetrating my deep brown eyes. Then she opened her pink pouty lips.
"Look, Dude, either you want a ride or not. And seeing how you're about six miles from town, seems we are your only choice." I gave her my dark don't mess with my stare and was taken aback when she returned a scowl of her own.
That look sent fuckers running, but not her. "Are you challenging me?" I asked arching my brows.
She snorted "No, and if I was you'd know it! Now either get in or we leave 'cause I'm really about to lose my shit."
I looked around knowing this was my only option, and really wanting to snap her neck in three different places. "Fine," I said climbing in. Before I could get seated the jeep lurched off causing me to fall back as both girls snickered.
The driver took her eyes from the road to look at me. "I'm Lucia and my sidekick here is Aurora." Aurora just lifted her hand and wiggled it as a greeting.
"I'm Maximo, Maximo Lucado."
"Nice to meet you, Maximo. Please excuse Aurora, seems her southern hospitality has flown out the window."
I stared at the back of Aurora's head thinking what weapon would be the most enjoyable for bashing her skull in. Of course, I'd have to kill Lucia as well, and I could easily dispose of the bodies on any of the hundred pig farms I've passed.
Let's see, choke, shoot, or fuck her. Wait, what?! Where the hell did that last thought come from? I'm here strictly for business, not to have some chic's legs wrapped around my waist. Hell, I've got women galore back home willing to do anything I ask with no lips. Hoping I would fall madly in love and wife them. But love and all that bs aren't in the cards for me. Love makes a man weak and vulnerable. I won't care for someone only to lose them to my lifestyle. Don't need that shit.
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"The King of Grita once found himself in a life-threatening situation, saved by a mysterious woman whose identity remained concealed, save for her enchanting deep green eyes. However, as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished overnight, leaving the King in a state of restlessness. On that fateful night, he owed his very life to her, and those captivating green eyes had stolen his heart. Years later, circumstances compelled the King to enter into a marriage arrangement with the daughter of a prominent general. To his astonishment, this young woman had the same bewitching green eyes that had haunted his memory since that life-altering night. The mysteries began to pile up. Two different women with the same mesmerising eyes—questions filled the King's mind. Who was that enigmatic woman who disappeared from his life years ago? Could it be possible that these two women were one and the same, and if so, why did they possess different appearances? As the King grappled with these unanswered questions, he embarked on a quest to unravel the secrets hidden behind those deep green eyes. Would he finally unveil the truth and solve the mystery that had haunted him for so long?"
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"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!