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Don Alessandro's Obsession

MATURE CONTENT: No rape element or non-consensual sex. Rivalry, death, bloodbath, massacres; in that order - the war between the Italian Mafia and the Russian Mafia was not a smooth sailing. Alessandro Ruffo, who had just taken over from the former Don of the Italian Mafia, finds himself wedged between enemies who hunted for his blood and would do anything to have the Italian mafia empire taken away from him. Regardless, Alessandro was strong enough to take them down and is recorded as the mob boss with the most kills. However, Aless’ strength wavers when a weakness, in the form of an eighteen-year-old autistic girl, walks into his life. Swan Skylar, the younger sister of the man who ran away with his money, becomes Alessandro's newest obsession and his weakness. When his enemies figured this out, Swan's life is put in danger and Aless must do everything in his power to protect her even if it meant accepting defeat at the hands of his enemies ~ “I will–I will serve you in place of what my brother owes you.” Alessandro relaxes into his sitting stance, regarding her in a mesmerizing gaze. “How so?” His gruff tone resounded in his enormous office. “I–I can help you wash the dishes or wash your clothes or clean your shoes or—” She is interrupted by Alessandro suddenly jerking onto his feet and ambling towards her in a polished stance. “Raise your head.” Alessandro's command is calm and relaxing. When she doesn't respond, Alessandro takes her chin in his delicate fingers and tilts it up slowly until she meets his gaze. He stared dreamily at her bright, sparkling blue eyes and whispered gruffly, “What is your name, amore mio?” “Swan.” She responded softly. “Alright, Swan. How about serving me with something different? Take for instance, your body.” WARNING: The female protagonist of this novel is autistic and might display the behavior of an eight-year-old.
Tamara_Love_1658 · 198 Views

A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 19.7K Views

Reign of Obsession

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.
Weirdo_Python · 8.8K Views

His Crimson Obsession

[mature//no rape] At the age of 14, Eiravyne had endured a life-altering burn inflicted by her father, a punishment she believed was a manifestation of her own inadequacies: her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and intellect. It wasn’t until a horrific massacre claimed her entire family that she had learned the true nature of her suffering. The burn had not merely been a mark of her father’s cruelty but a binding ritual linking her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, the very man she had been taught to fear above all. As Eiravyne was thrust into an arranged marriage with the Duke, she found herself entangled in a treacherous web of political power and intrigue. Amidst the chaos, she uncovered a staggering truth: her abusive family had not been her true lineage. Instead, she was the heir to the Sangrevers—a feared and formidable bloodline notorious for its depraved, lustful, manipulative, and twisted behavior…Afamily that was eradicated by the king for their own treason . With this revelation, Eiravyne faced a new nightmare. Duke Ilkar, convinced that she inherited the worst traits of her scandalous mother, regarded her as nothing more than a means to serve his own ambitions, while Eiravyne's deepest desire was to belong to a family that truly loved and accepted her. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Isaac_black · 180.5K Views

Alpha Blackthorn's Obsession

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT} Cold air brushed my face. Where am I? I couldn't tell, as everything was dark. Am I dead? Is this death? Everything submerged in darkness, where I couldn’t see anything or know where I was—not to mention having no idea if I still had a body. “She’s still alive…” I heard an indistinct voice, sounding so detached, bringing forth a terrible headache. Wait a minute. I’m still alive? Then I heard heavy footsteps moving closer to where I was, step after step. As cold as I lay, as broken as I was, I felt my skin crawling with fear, even with my eyes still tightly shut; the aura was overwhelming. The footsteps eventually stopped right before me. My brain and my body were sending me danger signals. This feeling was different from anything I’d ever felt. After a while of silence, I slowly parted my eyes to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before me, but I could see nothing except a blurry pair of emerald green eyes. And just like that, the footsteps retreated. Were they leaving? I asked inwardly as my eyes fluttered closed again, submitting myself to the darkness. But before I could go any further, I heard the deepest, coldest voice I’d ever encountered in my life. “Take her. She’s coming with me.” --- **Excerpt** “Why are you here?” He didn't respond this time. Instead, a familiar—oh, so familiar—chill crawled up my skin, settling on my heart, numbing it altogether. He'd been behind me all along. I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side. His large palm touched my jaw, bringing my face to look at him—at his emerald green eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it? You saved me from the cliff. I should be dead, forgotten. Why did you bring me back to this heart-wrenching place?” His fingers slipped through my silvery locks, and his gentle, hot breath fanned against my neck, leaving a tingling trail. “Because it’s not time for your death, Kaila, my sweet lady.” His lips paused by the tip of my ear. “And… I recognized fire when I saw one. Although I’m not often drawn to every fire, yours roared differently.” “You know nothing,” I whispered. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I didn't, but your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger, Kaila… Is it revenge? Or something more?” “What if I want to burn them all?” “Then allow me to be your fire.” --- Kaila Wynter endured being a slave for her mate, James Wellesley, for years in the pack, thinking he loved her. But when he returned, he not only paid her no mind and rejected her, he took everything, including her legs, and turned a blind eye while the whole pack chanted to kill her for something she knew nothing about. However, everything changed the night he came—the rumored king of hell. Rumors whispered that his touch brought destruction. But what if he didn’t destroy her, but claimed her, even as broken and damaged as she was? They thought they had tossed her to her death; little did they know it would be their fall and her rise.
Christine_Hannah · 1.8K Views
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